I pondered about the man in front of me. I didn’t know his abilities and couldn’t detect any changes in the setting. Was it because he was too strong? Or was it because he wasn’t in the original story? Regardless of his gift, I had no reason to fear him inside the tower. I couldn’t guarantee my victory, but I felt like I wouldn’t lose against anyone.

“I guess you’re right.”

The man retorted. His expression constantly changed from a glare filled with killing intent to a serpent-like smile.

“I shouldn’t do something if I’m going to feel sorry.”

Suddenly, his body flickered. It happened instantly, but I noticed his body had transformed into magic power.

“Yeah, it was my fault,” the man murmured and laughed. The corners of his mouth practically hung on his ears. I raised my gun as he transformed into a current of magic power and flew back.

“What…”

I wasn’t mistaken. He definitely transformed into magic power. However, I could trace his movements. Then I pulled the trigger. Two bullets passed through his body. On the third bullet, I infused stigma’s magic power along with an anti-magic attribute.

“Uup!”

The bullet struck his shoulder and he materialized before falling to the ground.

“That hurt.”

He sat upright and rubbed his wounded shoulder. I remained calm and transformed the Desert Eagle into an assault rifle as I approached him with more anti-magic bullets.

[The administrator of the second floor, Luke, is watching you.]

However, I could feel the administrator’s gaze on me. I slightly flinched, but still pointed my gun at the man.

“It’s not easy having my power restricted....