Minos was a mystic, what exactly was a mystic? They were people with unique magic, magic that couldn’t be found in another person or replicated. Magic was split into 5 classes, Conjurer’s, people who could summon objects or creatures to do combat with. Enchanters, people who could use magic to strengthen their own bodies. Sorcerers, masters of mind and illusion magic. Witches, people who used dark magic, and Magus’s people who used light magic. Dark magic was any type of magic that was considered evil, such as poison magic or death magic. Light magic included magic types that were either good or neutral, such as healing magic or fire magic. Mystic magicians were so rare that they weren’t put on the list, however it was because of this rarity and of the terrifying abilities mystic magicians wielded that they were considered kings among magicians. 

One would think Minos would be living a luxurious life considering this, but unfortunately his mystic magic was immortality, he simply couldn’t die no matter what happened to him. His magic granted him no strength but made him the perfect guinea pig. He was constantly tested on, killed numerous times only to revive shortly after, tormented and tortured. He stopped aging once he turned 20, making his last hope of dying from old age disappear. This went on for years, the pain had already disappeared completely. His rage, anguish, and hatred, had vanished long ago, all that remained was a horrifying apathy. Minos was chained up in the testing dungeon as usual. His eyes were calm as they looked ahead at the old man who walked into the room.

“Hahah, it's good that you’ve stopped fighting young man. The less you struggle, the easier we can get this done. Today I want to test this new potion I came up with, it can burn a hole through steel like nothing. Open wide, aahaha!”

The old man reached forward and forced Minos’s mouth opening before pouring the liquid down his throat. As expected, it quickly burnt through his body, rendering him into a liquid of blood and skin. However this liquid started shaking and gathering, before reforming into Minos. He was once again perfectly fine, as if he had never drank the potion in the first place.

“Marvelous, to think it can render you into a paste instantly. It’s quite effective, here lets try another one”

The old man tried potion after potion before finally calling it a day. The pain of being turned to mush repeatedly would turn a normal man insane, but Minos had lost his sense of pain a long time ago, in fact he missed it. At Least when he felt pain, he felt alive, but now all he felt like was a living corpse. However he had no plans of continuing this game for much longer, these years had given him a deeper understanding of his own ability. His immortality came along with an adaptability, the more something killed him, the more immune he would become, until that thing couldn’t hurt him anymore. Many different people had tested on him over the years, but they changed quite frequently and each had different methods, so they never noticed this extra ability he had. Most of them also used magic, so even if Minos became immune to their abilities, he still wouldn’t be able to do anything to them, however potions were perfect for his situation.

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Just like this, weeks passed. Minos was left alone in the darkness most of the time, and would usually only be tested on once every few days, but his patience had already been grinded to perfection, hence he wasn’t afraid of the wait. The oldman walked down into the testing dungeon, and as usual his hands were filled with a few different looking potions.

“Heh young man. I’ve been working on that potion that turned you into mush last time, and I think I made it a little stronger. Let's test it out”

The oldman poured the liquid down Minos’s mouth, but nothing happened this time. It was as if he had just gave him a bottle of water and not a highly acidic potion. Minos suddenly opened his mouth and spat some of the potion out onto the old man's face. This oldman was a witch, hence his defense was quite mediocre unless he put up a magical defense, unfortunately he didn’t have his guard up against Minos who he considered no threat at all. Just like that, the potion burned a hole through the old man's skull, killing him instantly. Minos spat some more of the potion around his arm and leg chains, freeing himself. He stood up and stretched his body, the ability to finally move his limbs after years of being of being chained up was euphoric. 

He bent over and searched the old man's body, there wasn’t much on him except his school badge that was sewed onto the robe, and some gold coins. He took off the old man's robe and donned it himself. The hood covered his face, making it impossible to tell who was underneath it. Minos looked at the oldman’s corpse on the floor, however he felt absolutely nothing, no hatred or sadness. He took the corpse and stuffed it in a dark corner so that anyone who came down here would think it was Minos, buying him some extra time. Minos opened the dungeon door and walked out into the hallway. He looked to the left and noticed a staircase, wasting no time he headed up them. Minos headed up the stairs until he was greeted with another door, opening this one he was taken into a school like environment. This was the school he had enrolled into, unfortunately when they figured out his magic type, he was rendered into a life of suffering. He looked around at the students who were walking around so merrily, without a problem in their lives. Once the students noticed the badge on his chest they instantly got out of his way.

“Professor Sinter, I was wondering if you could answer a few of my questions”

A young man walked up to Minos and started speaking. He naturally didn’t know that this professor Sinter was long dead. Minos was stuck in an awkward spot, so he tried his best at mimicking Sinter’s voice. 

“I’m busy”

Minos simply said those words before forcing his way past the young man. The young man looked back at Minos as he moved further away, thinking that he was acting a little strange.

“Hmm, Professor Sinter seems somewhat off today…”