Ultimate Evolution I Became the Master of the World

Meanwhile, on the flip side.

Michael felt like he was suffocating, like someone had a chokehold on him.

His brain was sharp, but his body was frozen.

The dim room morphed into a dark cage, trapping Michael inside, like he was doomed to sink forever.

Out of nowhere, the pitch-black ceiling started to shift, forming the shape of an eye.

This eye was massive, covering the whole ceiling. Even though it wasn't open, Michael could feel it watching him, a creepy gaze locked on him.

It felt like the skin on his cheeks was being yanked apart, revealing a red eye within the blood and flesh.

A weird perspective invaded his mind.

At the same time, it felt like something was squirming inside him, trying to tear him apart, almost ripping his skin. The pain was off the charts.

But Michael's mind was clear, even though his body was still paralyzed.

He could only let that thing inside him move around, wanting to scream in agony, but his mouth just twitched, unable to make a sound.

This nightmare didn't last just a few minutes, but two or three hours.

Michael never dozed off, he endured this ripping pain for what felt like forever. He had no clue how he managed to bear it, only that it felt like an eternity.

Around six in the evening, the pain vanished suddenly, and he could feel his body again.

Almost instantly, he shot up from the bed, drenched in sweat, gasping for air. Michael raised his hand, which was shaking like crazy.

"What the hell happened to me? My body was out of control, felt like I was gonna split open, like something was trying to bust out from inside. Could it be that eye?" He stared at his trembling hand in silence for a long time. Suddenly, he pulled out that dark brown parchment from his pocket.

"Tell me, what was happening to me?" Michael asked the parchment.

Soon, a line of text appeared on the parchment, "Today I woke up in pain. I can feel the Vengeful Ghost gradually awakening inside me. Because of the school's incident, I used too much of the Vengeful Ghost's power. I don't have long to live. But now, I still have to endure the torment of that thing inside my body because I still want to live."

Sure enough, Michael fell silent again.

He began to endure the torment brought by the awakening of the Vengeful Ghost, just like Nikolai, and one day, he would be killed by the ghost inside his body. Was this the price of survival?

"How much longer can I live?" Michael continued to ask.

The parchment revealed more text, "If I don't find another solution soon, I estimate I won't survive more than three months under this torment."

'Three months? That's quicker than dying of cancer. If I have to endure this torment every day, it's true, as Nikolai said, death would be a relief.' He thought silently. Michael couldn't help but feel panicked.

He was still young, still in school, and his parents needed him to take care of them in the future. If he died, what would happen to his parents?

'No way, I can't die, not now.' He thought, dead set.

Michael suddenly jumped up, glaring at the parchment in front of him. "You're sketchy as hell. I can't just take your word for it. You said I'll croak in three months and that's it? You said I'd die at school before, but that changed, didn't it? You don't know the future, you just guess based on what's happening now."

"But you definitely know a lot," he muttered to himself, "What exactly are you?"

The parchment stayed silent, no text popping up, like it decided to zip it.

"Doesn't matter if you don't spill. I'll figure it out eventually," Michael said.

Thinking about the Vengeful Ghost, he suddenly remembered something and grabbed Nikolai's satellite phone, which had a text message on it.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

It was a website address.

"Maybe I can dig up some useful info on the site Alessio gave me." Michael quickly opened his laptop and typed in the web address.

A special website popped up, completely blank, like it didn't even exist.

He knew this was just a security thing.

Then he took Nikolai's phone and typed the code printed on it into the keyboard.

Immediately, the webpage refreshed, the site loaded, and content appeared.

Michael scrolled through it, it was packed with emergency incidents around the world, requests for Ghost Handlers, and bounties offered by different governments.

Most of the bounties were in the hundred-million-dollar range, with some in the tens of millions.

He clicked on one, "A C-level Vengeful Ghost has appeared in Verona, code-named Ghost Church, with a bounty of thirty million dollars for resolution."

There was also a video.

The video showed a church, its exterior walls covered in moss, the paint old and peeling. At the church entrance, Michael saw a blurry figure standing there. Although he couldn't see the face, he could tell it was a person, or rather, a human shape, exuding an eerie and creepy vibe.

Soon, a fighter jet roared overhead and a missile struck the church dead-on.

The explosion engulfed the church in flames.

It was clear that the Verona military had gone for a strong and direct military strike.

"Will it work?" Michael watched closely.

But soon, as the bright light faded, his eyes widened.

Amidst the flames, the church stood intact, not even a piece of the wall was damaged by the missile.

Then, in the video, he saw the shadow at the entrance slowly walking out, getting closer to the camera step by step.

The video suddenly blurred and the image disappeared.

There were tons of comments below the video.

A Verona netizen commented: [Fuck, thirty million dollars to deal with this? And it's only classified as C-level? Are you trying to trick us into dying?]

Another netizen replied: [Although the video is somewhat concealed, it's clear this ghost can already mess with its surroundings. It's probably close to forming a Ghost Realm. B-level at least, and if they had any conscience, they'd classify it as A-level. Verona people really have it tough.]

One said: [Anyway, I'm almost dead, might as well team up for the bounty.]

Another replied to him: [Verona's video bounties can't be trusted.]

Michael read the comments and started thinking, 'Do ghosts have levels? Let me check.'