NOVEL WEB Chapter 3: Ch 0.3 Micheal the Great
As time flew by, the exact text reappeared on the screen of Michael's phone.
|Congratulations, you have reached the final chapter of
After seeing this notification, Michael sighed and thought this novel no longer gave him as much pleasure as it used to. Fortunately, he would no longer have to make the author suffer by throwing in a large donation because he had already made up his mind a few hours before.
Michael turned around to see Albert looking at him curiously. Looking at his expression of lost composure told enough about what he was thinking, but Michael didn't hesitate to leave him to his own thoughts.
"By the way, Shaoxing Long Diao Jiu is the name of the drink. You'll need to heat it before you bring it in."
Albert decided to turn around and be a loyal servant as usual. But his body didn't seem to agree with him.
Even after he had turned his back, his body remained rooted to the spot. No matter how hard he tried, he could not move his own body one step forward. It felt as impossible as a person pushing a five-hundred-year-old olive tree forward with their hands.
Finally, he asked his master the question he wanted to ask to break free from the roots that bound him. Or rather, he tried.
"Sir, you remember that you are allergic to even ordinary alcohol, don't you?"
Michael answered him in a nonchalant tone and smiled calmly towards the city lights. "Well, this is not an ordinary alcohol we're talking about here. It's a Shaoxing Long Diaooo... that has been waiting to be drunk by me for almost three hundred years and has the ability to prolong the life... Oops, I forgot the name."
"Please be more serious sir, even if the nonsense of those vendors is true, alcohol at this level will definitely not prolong your life, it is more likely to end it."
As these words came out of the butler's mouth in a high tone, even he thought he had raised his voice too much, but all he got in return from Michael was a wry smile.
"Are you in love with me?"
"Huh?"
The old butler was briefly taken aback by the sudden question, then immediately changed his tone to his usual cold one and turned around to leave.
Looking behind his disappearing back, Michael continued to glance at the translucent screen floating in the air while continuing to smile wryly.
[Albert Walrtz (Elena Slthrift)]
[Age:65 (184)]
[ Special gift: Pishacha's heir
With this ability, a person can take over the bodies of dead people.
- The abilities of deceased people cannot be inherited with this ability
- Every use of the gift halves the life span of the human soul
- The ability only takes over the body and cannot obtain any memories during this process
- There must be a medium level of kinship or a high level of friendship between the target and the user for the capability to be used smoothly]
When this person, Elena, first approached him, Michael had not yet awakened his own gift.
Later, Michael awakened his gift and learned about Elena's past, but this only piqued his interest. Since Michael was living in no pain no gain mode at that time, he decided to keep this interesting person by his side without even thinking about it.
Until the last three years, he made sure to carry concealed weapons in case she killed him. But after reaching the top of the world and getting bored with everything, Michael realized that he had been the only one around all this time.
As he reminisced, the door to the room opened sharply and Albert walked in with a steaming bottle of alcohol in his hand.
"Come and sit across from me."
As Albert sat across from him, Michael saw that his eyes were slightly red and he continued to smile quietly.
...
Time passed in silence as two pairs of eyes with different goals and lives continued to watch each other in silence.
Until a moment ago Michael thought he had a lot to say to her, but now he realized that the only thing he really wanted to say was this meaningful silence.
He slowly reached out his hand and took the glass of alcohol on the table.
First, he held it out to Albert and said "Cheers", then he looked up and drank it in one go.
All the while, the meaning in Albert's eyes had hardened over time and he didn't even try to stop him from drinking. Albert had succeeded in self-indulgence, reminding himself what his purpose was.
Michael didn't know what his real purpose was, but he didn't care. What he really cared about was the hellish liquid sliding down his throat.
'Why would anyone become addicted to drinking such shit?' he thought as the uncomfortable sensation in his throat slowly dissipated in between coughs. But there wasn't even a good feeling that followed.
Michael frowned and cursed at the gold goblet in his hand.
"Damn it, Elena! I wish I'd found some women to drain me dry, instead of drinking myself to death."
At first, Albert lost his composure at his words and smiled for a moment, but the smile froze on his face as the name he had called her reappeared in his mind.
A sudden itching and burning sensation spread through Michael's body and he realized his mistake but didn't mind too much.
As he watched Albert look around the room, desperately searching for another Elena, everything in front of him began to darken, much faster than he had expected. Apparently, his doctor's warnings about alcohol had not been exaggerated. This was almost instant death.
As he was thinking, 'Damn, the words I want to say as I slowly die don't have any meaning anymore', Michael's field of vision went completely black and the last bit of strength was drained from his body.