"Interesting," Minho muttered as he looked at the four holes in his chest that were gushing out blood, and two of the bullets actually went out his back.
The two men that shot him exhaled deeply. "He's dead now, right?" One said, bending to rest his hands on his knees.
"Four bullets to the heart? Of course he's dead. He a spirit?" The other said.
"Uhh, I think I am if that's the case."
Minho's voice came in.
Minho's eyes were wide open as his blood continued to pool, staring at the ceiling. He had a puzzled look on his face. "Apart from not feeling the pain, I don't feel anything in there," he added, pushing himself up.
He realized he was just being dramatic by falling down, because… well, that's what usually happens, right?
He backed the guys so he turned around to face them. "You sure those guns work—"
CLACK!
Minho was interrupted by the cocking if a gun from the behind. "Hm?" He turned back and his eyes got locked on the shotgun aimed for his chest at point-blank distance.
A sickening bang echoed through the room and there was now a wide hole in the part where Minho's heart was supposed to be.
Minho didn't fall over this time. More blood leaked out of his mouth, but he just looked down at the hole and then he went on to put his hand through it, still looking puzzled.
The shooter started to step back, terror clear in his eyes.
A low chuckle, followed by a high pitch maniacal laughter.
Minho brought out the hand from the hole in his chest, soaked in blood and looked at it laughing maniacally. He palmed his face with the other hand, still laughing.
The six men remaining all started to move back.
… …
Outside the hub.
Eslin giggled and closed her mouth with her hand as she heard Minho's maniacal laughter. "Dear King is having some fun inside."
Bihami on the other hand had a terrified look on its face.
Eslin couldn't understand it or even hear it speak, but it was completely scared of how Minho got crazy at times.
… …
Back Inside.
Minho's laughter calmed slightly. "That was it. That was it all along," he said between laughs. "I can't believe all this while I thought I still had a heart. How funny is that? Of course I don't."
One of the men slowly tiptoed, reaching for an escape.
Minho separated two of his fingers, revealing his glowing crimson eye, which he used to instantly spot the escapee.
In a blink he was nowhere to be found.
One of the men felt a breeze blow past him and strangely his pocket knife was no longer in his hands. "Where did my—"
"Ack!"
They all turned to the source of the sound, which was the place of the escapee.
Right there was Minho seated on a chair, one leg crossed over the other. By his side close to the door was the escapee, falling down with a pocket knife stuck in his throat.
The hole in Minho's chest started to shrink, his body healing itself.
Earlier, he had deactivated all his defensive or healing buffs and skills, including Monarch's Vitality, just to see how much of a human he still was.
Even after losing so much blood, he didn't feel like he was losing anything at all.
His questioned had an obvious answer: He wasn't one. At all.
Not even a little bit.
His heart wasn't even there. He'd ignored it most times when he came to think he wasn't feeling that thump in the chest, but it truly wasn't there at all.
The men left watched as the hole in his chest impossibly healed up, leaving not even a single scratch.
Minho stood up and went towards the door leading to the underground hub. No one dared to move.
Minho opened the door and looked down the stairs. The mana increased as he got close. He was about to descend when he looked over his shoulder. "Oh, you guys are still there, huh. I'll leave them to you then."
After that, he started walking down the stairs.
The men looked at each other. Minho didn't actually look at any of them. It was as if he wasn't talking to them at all.
Because he wasn't.
The entrance door opened and Eslin stepped in alongside Bihami.
This was his skill—Draconic Telepathy, in action.
Eslin just found a place to sit, watching with a cold smile while Bihami got ready to attack.
… …
Downstairs...
Minho arrived at the underground hub. It was strangely empty, but he could feel the mana increase.
Now that he was there, it seemed to be even stronger than he expected it to be.
He walked straight to his father's office and opened the door. In front of him was a dungeon gate—one similar to Rakkan's.
Minho tilted his head, a bit surprised.
He didn't really care if the old man was dead, but why exactly would Rakkan be here of all places. Unless, if they were somehow working together.
Was that even possible?
Minho stared at the dungeon for a little longer and a smile crept up his mouth. "How I about I finally pay them a visit?"
He released the door handle and started walking towards the gate when he heard something behind him.
Turning, he found another gate opening—a normal one.
Before he knew it, a beast came out of the gate in front of him and speared him into the other.
Minho and the beast crashed onto the dungeon floor and he punched it off him in annoyance, brows twitching.
He pushed himself up and watched the exit disappear. He noticed a dozens of eyes peering through him with murderous intent.
As they came closer, Minho could see many beasts, some three times his size, and surprisingly… there were creatures there he didn't think he'll ever see in person.
Demons.
"What the hell are they planning now?" He muttered.
… …
Outside the dungeon.
Minho's father—Rakkan—walked out of his gate with a smug grin. "We shall see how long you last in the Abyss."