Bab 147: Chapter 147

Hearing what Ethan just said The boss's eyes widened with horror written all over it.

At that moment Cold sweat started dripping down his spine as ancient stories from his grandmother flooded back – tales whispered in candlelight of spiritual masters who could bend reality with their mere presence.

'All those legends... those bedtime stories... They were real. Dear God, they were all real'

"This is Spirit pressure... damn spiritual pressure?"

he choked out, his voice barely a whisper. Each syllable felt like pushing against a mountain. The very air seemed to crush his lungs, making each word a struggle. The oppressive force pressed down harder with each passing second, as if gravity itself had turned against them.

'At this point we're nothing but insects to him'

At that moment his mind raced frantically, memories of underground whispers surfacing. 'What kind of family produces someone like this? Which ancient bloodline...'