Chapter 17: Necromancer

Chapter 17: Necromancer

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The bullets were already fired, and I was still in the middle of finishing my word...

But that didn't stop me from seeing my life ending if I didn't do something... But how they say that at the last moment, time slows down, and that's exactly what was happening.

As time seems to slow down, I can see the trajectory of the bullet... and with just a mere moment away from me, somehow I managed to cast my shield in time. A shield was flung between us, protecting me from my impending doom, but the horror didn't end there.

Fuck!

The sheer force coming from hitting the shield is like getting hit with a massive hammer all over my body.

As the seconds passed, the shield started to give up, and to make it worse I didn't hear any signal of them stopping anytime soon..

'Fuck, fuck, fuck... I cursed my luck. My luck was getting cursed without any fault, as this isn't entirely my luck's fault; I was just getting high on my power, And with all my proud pride, this was bound to happen someday.

A moment before the shield was about to be destroyed, I dispelled the spell and ducked to the side of the door... but I didn't leave unscathed, as in that short time frame, at least ten bullets hit me.

Thank God, they only managed to hit me and not penetrate deep enough to do any serious damage. I began waiting for them to stop firing and let them taste the taste of their own medicine

After a minute of continuous firing, it finally stopped. Giving Dhruv some room to breathe.

But the soldiers weren't in the mood to give him the time he needed to catch his breath.

As they stop firing and look at the door—or where it was supposed to be— but all they can see is smoke and dust covering it, hindering their vision.

"Hey, you, go and check," one of the officers ordered, while pushing the soldier toward the door.

The soldier looked into his eyes, indicating that he was too afraid to go to meet the monster, but the officer signaled him to go nonetheless.

With a sigh! The soldier picked up his knife and slowly moved toward the door.. Where there was nothing but darkness and the smell of burned wood.

Upon seeing this, Dhruv finally understood why his instincts were screaming at him to run away. Because the man in front of him was either a chosen one; like him,who happened to have been in contact with a gate, or he knew how to earn coins and use them. But he doubts his latter choice, as for him to reach this level of toughness, he has to kill a lot of men and invest all his coins in stamina.

And If the former was not the case, then he was even more dangerous because he could have access to an uncommon level class, which would make the whole thing more complicated.

With an arrow to his head, the man finally wakes up from his nap and looks at Dhruv with an evaluating gaze... With his gaze upon him, Dhruv's whole being shudders in fear, and he regrets not listening to his instinct.

'Fuck, fuck..'

"So, you must be the monster they were all talking about. Nice to make your acquaintance, mister... uhh! What was your name? Stop, don't tell me.. It was something related to stars and the north. Ohh! Yes, it is Dhruv.

Nice to meet you, Dhruv," he said with a smiley face.

I didn't reply, or better, I couldn't reply, as I was so angry at his funny remark that I could swear I was on the verge of losing my mind... But maybe that was this bastard's plan all along, so I controlled my anger.

"Ohh! You must be mad about that whole prison bullying thing. and you have the right to be mad at me, but what can I do? I mean, a man has to provide for his family one way or another, right? After all, you yourself are a family man... ohh! Sorry, were a family men.

My deep condolences to you... Soo, What do I owe the pleasure for you to visit me at this hour as this time isn't exactly for meeting?"

"I think you know why I am here, do you not?" I said, practically gritting my teeth.

"If it is about revenge, then so be it. I think I can entertain you for a while," he said while lifting his hand, showing that he was about to cast a spell.. A very big spell, with the amount of mana I sense.

'Why am I such a stupid person?'

I realize the reason behind all his talk. He was wasting all my time talking... but he himself was preparing his spell. But still another question appears as why would he wait until i come in the room? He could have prepared it when I was fighting, as that would have been more favorable for him than starting to prepare after my entry.

That's when a sudden realization struck me...

At the very moment he cast the spell, a black smoke released from his hand and began moving in the direction of the hallway where the dead bodies were.

And my assumption was right, as he is a.... Necromancer.