C382 Metacarpus

the middle-aged man who fired the shot asked me, his voice calm. His reaction to the shot was not that happy, as if it was a common occurrence.

I didn't say anything and just stuck my finger into my stomach. After fumbling for a while, I found the bullet. I easily took it out and casually threw it to the side.

"If I were a normal person, I'd already be dead when you shot out that spear of yours