The Bored Immortal

Chapter 5 - The Corpse That Came Back To Life

As the frosty air cleared, the figure of a half-naked man who looked in his early thirties came into sight. Despite his age, he possessed charming youthful looks underneath all that black mustache and beard.

However, he looked like a barbarian, especially because of his long, lush black hair that stretched till his waist.

A small white medallion in the shape of a circle hung around his neck, which looked simple yet had a mystic charm to it.

However, none could hide the astonishment in their eyes when they saw his impressive body.

His body's muscles looked well developed, and one could feel a sense of power from them just by looking from afar. His well-sculpted chest was moving up and down along with his chiseled ten-pack as he breathed.

His eyes were closed, and he seemed to be in a deep sleep. But his expression contorted a bit as his eyeballs moved behind his eyelids.

"Haaa….." The man let out a huge gasp as his eyes suddenly opened wide. He almost stumbled as he tried to come out of the coffin.

The man felt disoriented, but his senses were quickly recovering as he tried to support himself.

And as he slowly straightened his back, his height of 190 cm was already towering over the other stupefied strangers standing before him, especially when he was standing on an elevated platform.

His eyes were dark brown but had an otherworldly air that could captivate anyone looking into them.

There was also a majestic and domineering air around him, especially with his body posture, his spine as straight as an iron rod.

However, his skin was deathly pale to the point of looking almost white like milk yet impeccably flawless.

But the other six were too shocked to notice all this since they couldn't believe they were looking at a human who was alive!

First, they thought it was a corpse with some mysterious preservation techniques, and even that fact took them some time to swallow since it meant that their whole history was false and that modern humans did indeed exist millions of years ago.

But how could their mundane minds accept it when they saw the 'corpse' waking up and standing before them without any signs of old age or decay.

Some color was returning to his skin, making him look as fine and healthy as a red apple.

Even in the tombs they had raided before, they had only come upon dusty skeletons or decayed remains.

But the mysterious man before them seemed to have a confused expression and kept on blinking as he kept looking around as if trying to make sense of things.

But the two mercenaries, Coby and Rick, were too spooked from the previous incident of stone wolves coming to life. So, they frantically reloaded their guns and aimed at the mysterious man before them with shaky hands.

Their brows were furrowed, and they kept on swallowing saliva to ease their trembling hearts.

How could they all not be on their guard when a 'corpse' suddenly came to life and was standing before them...a corpse that should be at least millions of years old to boot.

"No, don't!" Dina tried to whisper to the four of them, who were pointing guns at the mysterious man.

Dina and Brad didn't move out from their cover since they were more prudent in nature and didn't want to do anything hasty without assessing this strange situation properly.

They knew that they should never be the first to make any move as long as the other party stays still. At least, that way, things would be safer.

The man finally froze his gaze upon the four standing in front of them as if detecting ill intent from them.

His brows began to pull together while his eyes became cold as if disliking the fact that these four were pointing something offensive at him.

The four saw the changes in the man's expression and panicked, thinking that he was becoming hostile.

*BANG!*

The subordinate of Brock fired as he was the first to get shaken from the man's cold glare.

"No!" Dina and Brad clutched their heads in frustration, berating that guy for firing without any warning.

*Sshpk!*

The bullet found its mark on the man's shoulder, but they felt that the bullet sounded as if it hit the trunk of a large tree.

The man's shoulder only slightly jerked as the bullet struck his right shoulder and crimson blood began to trickle out.

He didn't even let out a whimper. Still, his lips curled as he saw a small metal object half embedded into his skin while a trickle of blood escaped from underneath it.

Brock wanted to smack his subordinate for shooting first, but even he would have fired a second later since he wasn't also feeling good from the man's glare.

He was also shocked to see that the bullet barely made halfway through his skin which should not have been the case, especially when it was fired from a powerful rifle.

They all felt as if they were sheep standing before a lion, waiting to be preyed upon.

The other three were ready to shoot again since they knew the situation had already become worse than they imagined.

However, their fingers froze when they saw the bullet wound on the man closing up at an amazing speed. Within just a second, only healthy skin remained. It was as if the wound wasn't even there in the first place.

*Chink!*

They also saw the bullet falling off from his shoulder on its own and heard it hit the floor.

"What the…" Rick mouthed with a slack jaw, unable to believe what he was seeing.

"Grrrr…" The man let out a snarl that sounded like it was coming from a wild beast, sending chills across everyone's spines. It was as if he was angry that some weaklings dared to attack him.

The man's nostrils flared, his mouth opening slightly to bare his teeth, which slowly was elongating into sharp fangs with needle-like tips, his arm muscles flexing with veins popping up.

This sight totally frightened everyone, making them even forget to pull the triggers on their guns.

"GROWLLL!!" The man suddenly rushed towards them with a loud growl, ready to tear them apart like a hungry wolf.

"HE IS NOT HUMAN! FIRE!!" Brock shouted as they all squeezed their fingers onto the triggers of their guns, firing bullets one after the other.