The man's eyes went wide. He looked down at his chest where the shield used to be while his mind clearly struggled to understand what had just happened.

Allen didn't give him a second to think.

He let go of the trigger for just a moment. The MP5 stopped bucking in his hands before he brought the stock of the gun tight against his shoulder again, lining the iron sights right back on the man's chest. It was a quick and practiced motion.

The man saw the gun re-aimed and panic finally hit him. He wasn't gliding anymore. He was running, a silver blur zigzagging across the ground desperately trying to escape.

But Allen had the drone feed. In his mind, he could see the man's path from above.

A simple red line showed him exactly where the man was going to be as the system predicted the movements based on the visual inputs coming from the drone.

Allen squeezed the trigger again and the rattling noise of the MP5 raining hell surrounded the area in no time.

The first few were deflected away due to the armor's strength and the fact that it was going only against 9mm rounds, but once the bullets rammed themselves again and again onto the same places it didn't take long for holes to appear.

The next bullets that hit completely tore apart his armor and directly pierced his skin.

Blood spilled from the holes in his armor as he was knocked to the side due to the force of the bullets hitting him, falling to the ground.

Allen however did not stop. His finger had never left the trigger and it didn't seem like it was going to any time sooner.

He moved toward the man as he continued firing dozens upon dozens of bullets at him, slowly turning him into a version of Swiss cheese.

The barrel of the MP5 began to glow a hot red as it continued firing without stop, yet Allen's finger did not leave the trigger.

As he moved forward the man's movement lessened. At first, he tried to get up from the ground and do something about the situation he had been thrown into.

However, as the bullets continued raining upon him and hitting him on every single visible part of his body, soon he stopped moving less and less.

By the time Allen stood next to him, he had completely stopped all motion and simply lay on the ground like a bag of potatoes.

Finally, Allen lifted his finger, letting go of the trigger. A trail of smoke came out from the barrel of the gun as it stopped vomiting bullets, still glowing a hot red.

"Phase 2 also successful," Allen said to himself, kicking the man and making him roll to make sure he was dead. He waited for a few seconds but nothing happened.

The man was not moving at all.

"Or perhaps not I guess. Hey fucker, I know you are alive stop pretending," Allen said. "Unless of course you're fond of getting kicked by me," he added, preparing a kick again.

Though this time he didn't hit him with the kick. After all, something was not right.

Despite the amount of bullets he had ended up taking, the amount of blood that had come out was relatively low.

Normally he should've been drowning in a pool of his own blood yet currently, he was only slightly bleeding from the places where he had been hit.

And above all, the system hadn't sent the quest confirmation message. That was the biggest red flag for Allen.

"I see, your perception is quite sharp as well," the man in the silver armor said, still lying down.

Allen looked at him and he vanished, only to appear behind him the next second. Seeing it in the drone's feed, Allen instantly jumped forward before turning around and facing him.

There he was, standing like he had not just taken hundreds of bullets worth of lead inside his body.

The wounds were still there on his body in the form of hundreds of holes with some blood rinsing out of them, but he behaved like they didn't exist.

Thank fuck I don't have trypophobia! Allen said to himself, looking at the man in front of him.

How many bullets do I have left? he asked internally.

[120]

The system responded.

Hmm, well seems like it's enough.

Allen aimed the MP5 at him again, preparing to focus all the bullets directly onto his head. It would be a little hard to do that while being on full-auto but it was worth a try.

However, just as he was about to press the trigger the man spoke while looking directly at Allen.

"I was right. You really are a little different," he said, almost amusedly.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Allen asked, not pressing the trigger but still being in a strict formation.

After all, he was never going to let go of any opportunity of gaining new information in this world. Even if it meant putting his life in danger for a while.

"You are different from others. Your presence is a little different from everyone. No, you do not have a presence at all," the man explained.

"I'm not sure I follow," Allen interjected. "What fucking presence are you talking about?"

"Your magic presence, or well, your aura if I had to use simpler words. All the living things in this world have some sort of aura around them whose intensity depends on the amount of mana a person has and how much control they have over it."

"From man to a mere insect, all species have at least some form of aura surrounding their bodies. You on the other hand," the man explained, looking at Allen with what could only be described as sinister curiosity in his eyes.

"You do not have any form of aura. In this world filled with mana, you are like a void that floats around from place to place. That is the reason I wasn't able to detect you with my magic sense. Truly fascinating," he said, a slight smile appearing on his face.

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