Yoo-Jin's eyes snapped open.
He was still lying in the alley.
Still bleeding.
Still dying.
But now—
He could see things.
Lines.
Flowing inside his body.
Meridians.
Veins.
Organs.
Highlighted like a diagram.
[Sealing wound]
[Accelerating cell regeneration]
[Pain receptors suppressed]
The hole in his chest began to twitch.
Flesh slowly pulled itself together.
He watched in horror.
And awe.
The Demonic warrior who stabbed him was walking away, assuming the boy was already dead.
Yoo-Jin did not move.
He did not breathe loudly.
He only watched.
Watched the man.
Watched the alley.
Watched everything.
And inside his head, a calm mechanical voice spoke again.
[Host survival probability: 78%]
A strange thought rose in his mind.
Not fear.
Not panic.
But something else.
Curiosity.
If this is real…
If I can see my own body like this…
If I don't die…
Then this world…
…is about to become very interesting.
Han Yoo-Jin — or Kang Min-Jae — smiled faintly while lying in a pool of his own blood.
For the first time in his life…
He was no longer a rat running through the night market.
He had become something else.
Something Murim had never seen before.