Ultimate Evolution I Became the Master of the World

The next morning, Michael woke up super early.

Ever since he became a Ghost Handler and got the demon's eye inside him, he started noticing some changes in his body.

The biggest change? He needed less and less sleep but didn't feel tired at all.

"Did I really only sleep for six hours?" Michael splashed water on his face and stared at himself in the mirror.

He didn't look worn out. In fact, he had this cold vibe that even he found strange.

He glanced at the red paper on the back of his hand.

After a night's sleep, he didn't feel the usual torment from the demon's eye. Instead, he slept like a baby.

But there was a new, tiny crack on the red paper.

"Is this red paper losing its mojo? Or is it because it's just a piece and not the whole thing?" Michael wondered, rubbing his head.

Then he murmured, "Fixing this half-dead state of mine isn't gonna be a walk in the park."

With all the global chaos and supernatural stuff happening, none of the Ghost Handlers had figured out a way to survive. How was he supposed to crack it on his own?

The red paper suppressing the ghost's awakening was just a lucky find.

"Hold up." Michael suddenly remembered the parchment.

He pulled it out from his pocket and opened it.

There was a line of text on it.

"Today I woke up super early. I'm starting to notice the demon's eye is messing with my body. It's subtle, but I've been needing less and less sleep. At this rate, I might be able to stay awake 24/7 soon." They said ghosts didn't need sleep, so maybe it was true.

"When I got you from Henrik, he said you knew how Ghost Handlers could survive. I don't think he was lying, so you must have the key info," he said.

Michael stared at the parchment. "If you're willing to spill, I might rethink your existence."

New text appeared on the parchment, "I really want to survive. I'm feeling the pain of being a Ghost Handler, the pressure of death, the fear of the ghost awakening, and the changes in myself. This isn't something someone my age should deal with. Today, I asked that weird human skin again, but it didn't give me the answer I wanted."

Or maybe, there was some secret in this human skin, but it just wouldn't talk.

What was it hiding?

Michael's expression changed as he read the text.

Back in school, he thought this parchment had its own mind, but ever since he left, it stopped guiding him.

If it weren't for the parchment's help in that old man's Ghost Realm, he wouldn't have made it out alive.

Seeing this parchment didn't say anything useful, he decided to push it. "If you won't give me any info, then you're useless. I might as well burn you, so I don't have to lug around a piece of human skin."

After washing up, Michael tossed the parchment onto the gas stove.

He lit the fire. But even under the gas flame, the parchment stayed completely intact.

The fire couldn't touch it.

"Michael, what are you burning? Making noodles?" Nico smelled the gas and came out of his room.

Michael looked at the untouched parchment and said, "Nothing, just testing the stove."

"If you're making noodles, I've got some sausages," Nico offered.

"I've got some too," he replied.

'Maybe I should bury this thing where no one can ever find it,' Michael thought, frowning.

If he died, he couldn't leave such a creepy thing behind.

Just as he was about to put the parchment away, another line of text appeared, "I can't get any useful info from this parchment anymore. For future plans, I intend to ditch it and make sure no one else finds it. But I'm thinking, if I can use this parchment to catch a ghost, maybe I can get the answer I want."

"Catch a ghost? Yeah, right. You must be trying to get me killed," Michael muttered, not buying it. He shoved the parchment back in his pocket, planning to bury it in a few days.

Two hours later, the mall opened up.

Even though it was technically closed, Michael and Nico still had to show up for work.

At 8:30, they started their patrol.novelbin

"Hey, wasn't the elevator off yesterday? Why's it running now?" Michael asked, standing on the escalator. He remembered they had turned off the lights and the elevator before clocking out last night.

"Leila's got the keys. Look, the mall doors are already open. I heard the boss might come back today, so maybe Leila got things ready early. Why are you always so curious about this stuff?" Nico replied, puzzled. "Just curious," Michael shrugged.

Today, all the lights in the mall were on, unlike the usual dimness.

After a round of patrol, Michael didn't spot anything weird. Everything seemed normal.

But this normalcy made Michael uneasy.

If he couldn't find anything off, then there shouldn't be any supernatural stuff going on in the mall. So how did those people disappear?

Plus, Michael always felt something was off in the mall. He just couldn't put his finger on it.

Around ten o'clock, a bunch of luxury cars pulled up at the mall entrance.

A group of people got out.

Leading them was a short, middle-aged guy in a suit.

"The boss is here. Be careful. The mall's been closed recently, and the boss is in a bad mood," Nico whispered to Michael.

The short middle-aged man was Tobias Wagner, the mall owner. He used to be in real estate but switched to running this mall a few years ago.

"Mr. Rossi, this is my mall. Please take a look and see what's causing the recent disappearances," Mr. Wagner said with a flattering smile, leading a greasy-faced man named Leonardo Rossi, who looked about fifty. They were followed by a few assistants.

Mr. Rossi suddenly said, "We can't enter through the main entrance. Is there another way in?"

"Yes, there's a delivery entrance," Mr. Wagner quickly replied.

"Then let's go through there," Mr. Rossi said.

At the entrance, Michael watched this scene, his lips twitching.

This guy's a fraud.

Everyone else used the main entrance, including customers, but this so-called exorcist couldn't? Even if there were ghosts, he should've noticed them during his patrols.

Unless Mr. Rossi was also a Ghost Handler and more skilled than him.

But looking at his greasy face and good spirits, it was clear he couldn't be a Ghost Handler.

"You guys stay here and don't let anyone else in. I'll call you if anything happens," Leila hurried over, said a few words, and then went to greet the boss with a few female colleagues.

Mr. Rossi entered the mall through the side entrance, leading Mr. Wagner, the manager, Leila, and a group of people around the mall. He nodded and looked like he understood everything, as if he had figured out the strange occurrences in the mall. Michael had no idea what he had figured out.

Michael wasn't interested. Even though he knew Mr. Rossi was a fraud, he didn't expose him.

If there were no supernatural events, the million dollars would go to this fraud anyway, not to him.

However, at that moment, Michael's nose twitched, and he smelled a faint odor of decay again.

"The smell is back, and this time it seems closer because it's stronger than before," Michael confirmed.

He turned around to inspect, but the mall remained calm, with nothing happening.