Chapter 11: Laughing Elixir

Chapter 11: Laughing Elixir

[You have killed a human.]

[You have earned exp.]

[100 CC have been earned]

[You have killed a human.]

[You have earned exp.]

[100 CC have been earned]

[You have reached level 1]

[You have gained a skill point]

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Fuck! fuck! fuck!...

'Why do they have to shoot me like this? I was just looking at them,' He thought, trying to find the reason behind their action, but he couldn't find any. Yet this wasn't even his biggest concern, as he was bleeding from multiple gunshot wounds. These wounds weren't deep enough to truly kill him immediately, But he surely will die from bleeding if he doesn't stop it as soon as possible.

'How do I stop this bleeding?' he thought while walking around trying to find some first aid kits.. but realized it would be of no good, and if he came into contact with the guard, it would truly be the end for him.

His body may have stopped, but his mind was in full gear, trying to remember anything useful that might help him get out of this scenario.

That's when he remembers the notification he gets after he chooses the mage class.

It was something like, He can buy skills with skill points he gets from leveling up his class.

He can clearly see a ray of hope if he finds some skill that can heal him if not at least stop his bleeding.

He opens this status, and there at the very bottom of the screen, right underneath the store icon, is radiating a golden glow akin to a ray of hope. There he beheld the single skill point that lay within his reach. He stared at it for a while, as this one skill point might be the border between his life and death. Without further delay, he clicked on the icon which showed his sole existing skill point.

He clicks on the icon, and as always, a confirmation message pops up in front of him.

[Would you like to spend your skill point]

"Yes," I said.

"Why isn't it healing?" he pondered, consumed by frustration.

Did this damn skill make him foolish? How could he forget that laughter was the key to initiating the healing process...

Then a sudden realization struck him, sending cold sweat trickling down his scalp. How can he hope to even laugh in this fucking situation?

Desperately, he searched for ways to force a laugh.

"Hehe," he attempted, but nothing happened.

"Hehehe," still nothing.

"Hehehehehehe," nothing changed yet again.

He even tried tickling himself, yet no laughter emerged. He attempted to recall his birthdays, hoping to find solace in those happy moments, but it was all in vain.

How ironic the situation he was in, isn't it? He is injured because he was laughing menacingly, and now that he has to laugh in order to get out of this situation, not even a single smile is escaping from his lips.

"Fuck! Am I just going to die like this?" he thought.

Slowly but surely, his body started getting cold in the absence of blood.

He lay down on the floor, his gaze fixed upon the barren ceiling, stripped of any solace.

His thoughts began to wander aimlessly as he recalled how every time his life seemed to be heading in the right direction, but someone always came along to fuck it up...

In a state of perplexity, he found himself laughing at his own misfortune, consumed by self-pity. How easily others had come and determined his fate for him, leaving him lying on the cold floor, awaiting the embrace of death.

Even starting at a higher power than others in this so-called evolution— yet where he was— lying on the cold floor, waiting for death to embrace him.

"Haha," he chuckled, not because he was attempting to trigger the healing process but simply laughing at his own sorry state. Yet the skill did not judge him; it began to take effect.

"Hahahahahaha."

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha."

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha."

Amidst his laughter, his body's nervous system sensed that he was no longer in immediate danger and granted him the respite of sleep once again.

Before drifting into slumber, he vowed.....