Ultimate Evolution I Became the Master of the World

A bunch of thugs were sprinting like their lives depended on it.

Santiago and his crew were running like crazy, faces pale and eyes wide with fear, like they'd just seen a ghost.

And honestly, they might as well have. It was like they'd seen something straight out of a nightmare.

They had no clue how long they'd been running until they were too wiped out to keep going. They finally stopped, hunched over, gasping for air.

Thinking back on what happened, Santiago's hands and feet were still shaking.

"Santiago, what the hell was that guy?" one of his freaked-out buddies asked.

Santiago spat, "Holy crap, we probably saw a ghost. Today sucks. If I'd known, I wouldn't have gone to that creepy place. We finally find someone to rob, and it turns out to be a ghost." Before Santiago could finish, another guy pointed ahead, shaking, "Look, what's that?"

They all looked up, and their faces went white with fear.

A public restroom. The same place they ran into the ghost earlier.

In front of the restroom, someone was standing there, glowing faintly red, staring at them without moving.

It was Michael.

After all that running, they somehow ended up right back where they started.

One of them was so scared he just collapsed, too terrified to even think about running.

"Run!" someone screamed.

Even though they were exhausted, Santiago was more scared of Michael standing there and took off running again.

In his panic, he didn't even question why they ended up back where they started. All he could think about was getting away from that guy and that restroom.

Michael frowned, "My Ghost Realm is a bit different from that old man's. He could make everyone in the school building lose their way, even mess with walls and buildings, but I can only confuse people? "No. If the Ghost Realms are the same, I must be missing something. Ghosts and humans are different."

Michael took a step forward.

Suddenly, he vanished from where he stood and reappeared in the direction Santiago was fleeing, walking towards him.

It was like he moved from one end of a circle to the other.

"I get it. In the Ghost Realm, I can show up anywhere. That explains why that knocking old man could appear nearby after hearing the knocking."

Seeing Michael suddenly appear in front of him, Santiago stopped dead, scrambling and crawling to get away in any direction he could.

"If I can change my position, what about messing with the stuff around me?" Michael's eyes lit up. He grabbed a thug who was too scared to move and slammed him into the restroom wall. Under the red glow, it felt like everything was under his control.

The thug screamed in pain.

The next moment, his head was stuck in a vent in front of the restroom.

The vent wasn't big enough for a head to fit through, but Michael forced the thug's head through the wall, with his neck stuck in the vent.

"So that's how it works." Michael was starting to get the hang of the Ghost Realm's secrets.

In the Ghost Realm, distances could be twisted, objects could change, and the scenery could shift. Everything was both real and fake, cutting off everything from the outside world. Within the Ghost Realm, it was a world that revolved around the ghost.

It existed because of the ghost and changed because of the ghost.

Michael kept experimenting with the Ghost Realm, using these thugs as his guinea pigs, slowly figuring out what this ghost power was all about.

It was unbeatable. Yeah, that was the truth.

For humans, this power that could twist reality at will was truly unbeatable. No wonder even bombs couldn't take down the ghost realm. Because in the Ghost Realm, it wasn't part of reality anymore.

Bombs could blow up anything in the real world, but how could they destroy something that existed in a space between reality and illusion?

"If I shrink the ghost realm to just cover myself, then I'd be in a state between reality and illusion." Michael pulled back the power of the ghost realm.

The red glow around him quickly faded.

Streetlights flickered back to life, neon signs lit up on distant buildings, and the sounds of car horns filled the air again.

But Michael's body still had a faint red glow.

He took a step forward.

His body passed through a wall and into a nearby apartment building.

He saw a couple getting it on in a lit room.

Michael looked at them, and they looked at Michael.

The couple, seeing someone suddenly appear in their room with a faint red glow, were instantly terrified.

"Sorry to interrupt, carry on." Michael turned and walked back through the wall.

"Ghost!" The couple's screams echoed through the room and even outside.

A ghost? Michael looked at himself.

He really did look more and more like a ghost, if not for still having his human consciousness.

A Ghost Handler was truly neither human nor ghost.

Michael felt the ghost's eye in his body getting restless again. The red paper covered one of the ghost's eyes, but using the ghost's power for too long was still a heavy burden. He felt the eye in his body getting restless again. Michael murmured, "The Ghost Realm can only last for five minutes. After that, I'm done."

Then he checked the time on his phone and made a note.

After that, he exited the Ghost Realm state.

Today's experiment was definitely important.

He looked around.

Santiago and the other thugs were either trembling behind trash cans or had lost their minds from fear.

With such weak nerves, they still wanted to rob people?

"We're friends, so we should help each other out, right? You don't mind lending me some cash, do you?" Michael patted Santiago's shoulder with a sly grin.

He only had a little over two hundred bucks on him and couldn't go home now. He needed some money.

"Here, take it all. Just don't come after me, go find someone else." Santiago was on the verge of tears, shaking as he emptied his pockets.

It was only a hundred bucks.

"I'll pay you back next time." Michael took the money and smiled.

"No, no need to pay it back. You can have it." Santiago said, trembling, not even daring to look up at Michael.

He just hoped this ghost would leave him alone.

As long as he wasn't bothered again, he'd agree to anything.

"Make more money, so I can find you again." Michael stood up, speaking in a creepy voice.

Santiago burst into tears. He swore he'd never rob again and would be a good person.

Michael went to the other thugs, borrowing a few hundred bucks from them.

He believed that after today's experience, they'd give up on robbery for good.

"Time to get back to business." Michael glanced around.

When he saw the thug he had stuck in the vent trying to pull his head out, he couldn't help but laugh.Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

However, when Michael got home, he found the door open.

The dimly lit room was empty.

The red paper that had been torn to pieces on the floor was gone.

The ghost was gone.

"The ghost left?" Michael's face changed.

He was ready to fight the ghost, but it had left.

Did the ghost fear him and run away? Or did it go looking for another target?

'I must find that ghost.' Michael thought determinedly.