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“The fuck is this?”
Leading the group was Vickie, who scowled the moment her eyes landed on Do-Jin, more specifically at the faint arcs of mana crackling along his fingers. Maybe she had an instinct for magic, or maybe she just had a sharp enough nose to pick up the residual mana hanging in the air. Either way, she noticed something was off.
“Care to explain why your right hand’s glowing like that, Mr. Customer? See, people like us, we’re a bit jumpy. When a mage starts glowing, our first instinct is to put a blade through ‘em.”
Her fingers slid toward her waist, inching toward the knife she had tucked away. She looked like a viper, coiled and ready to strike. For Do-Jin, who had planned to take them out in one clean ambush, this was a bit of a headache. However, he wasn’t flustered in the slightest. Do-Jin knew exactly how sharp the instincts of rats who burrowed into places like this could be. That’s why he had already set the stage.
Stepping seamlessly into the role he had written for himself, he smirked. “Didn’t take you for the skittish type. Relax. It’s just leftover static from a bit of fun I had back there.” He nodded toward the open cell. “Have you ever heard of electroshock torture? It’s when your muscles lock up so hard, you can’t even scream. You just shake like a broken toy. That’s kinda my specialty.” A spark crackled at his fingertips for effect.
“Fuckin’ hell! Give a girl some warning! I almost threw my damn knife!” Vickie had half a second of genuine panic before she scowled, clearly pissed at herself for reacting.
Meanwhile, Do-Jin casually brought his mana cigarette to his lips, exhaling a thin trail of smoke as he shrugged. “Now that you’re done pissing...
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