Evolving My Undead Legion In A Game-Like World - Chapter 532: Shock
Chapter 532: Shock
In places across Dawn State, voices rose with excitement.
“Brian is incredible!” one viewer cheered, slamming a hand on the table.
“Michael’s good, yes, but come on—you saw that firestorm.”
Others weren’t so convinced.
“He ran, yes. But that takes skill too. Anyone else would’ve been vaporized by Brian.”
Back in the broadcast feed, the fog shook with new movement. Seven figures surged out of the mist, surrounding Brian.
Gasps rippled through the audience.
“Ambush!” Selene exclaimed. Her eyes widened, hands flying to her headset. “Seven Hunters at once!”
The cameras zoomed, catching Brian’s flames bursting outward as arrows streaked and blades clashed against him.
Darius whistled low, grinning.
The chat overlay on the broadcast exploded—half cheering for Brian to crush them, half betting he’d fall under the weight of numbers.
The commentators didn’t waste time once Brian was shown fending off seven attackers at once.
Selene leaned forward, voice carrying both awe and tension.
“Look at that—seven against one, and he’s still standing. That kind of resilience… you have to wonder. Maybe Brian’s actually the stronger one here.”
Darius chuckled, spinning his pen between his fingers.
“Stronger? Hold on now. Don’t forget what Michael did earlier—three Hunters dropped in seconds. Seconds. He didn’t even break a sweat.”
Selene pressed her lips together, unwilling to back down.
“Fair, but look at the difference in pressure. That speaks to a different kind of strength.”
Across Dawn State, the audience who watched dtge program like it was a sport erupted into arguments of their own.
“Brian’s a monster! Seven at once! Michael couldn’t handle that kind of press.”
“Did you miss it? Michael didn’t need to handle seven. He eliminated three faster than anyone blinked.”
“If that’s true, why did he retreat when Brian pressured him? Strongest wouldn’t need to run.”
“You’re missing the matchup. Fire counters everything Michael tried. It’s like comparing elements—fire burns wood, sure, but that doesn’t make wood weak. It’s just a bad clash.”
The debate spiraled online too, the chat flooding with tags: #TeamBrian vs. #TeamMichael.
And then—
The studio fell silent when a bone spear erupted from the mist, skewering one of the mages.
Selene’s eyes widened. “That’s… Michael?”
Darius barked a laugh. “The kid came back! He actually came back!”
The bone spear erupting from the mist had the commentators jolting upright.
Selene’s hand flew to her mouth. “That’s… Michael? Did he actually come back for revenge?”
Darius shook his head, half laughing, half shocked. “Revenge? I don’t think so. Look closely—he’s striking the Hunters who were targeting Brian..”
The professor leaned in with a calm frown. “Interesting. If Michael was truly after Brian alone, he could have struck earlier. It seems less like vengeance… and more like strategy.”
Across Dawn State, chatter spiked.
“Wait, is he saving Brian?”
“That makes no sense. Brian attacked him earlier!”
“No, no, look—he’s targeting Brian’s attackers, not Brian himself. Maybe Michael just wants the Hunters’ points.”
“So… he’s protecting Brian by accident? Or is it on purpose?!”
The camera zoomed back, showing the battlefield clearing of all but two figures: Michael and Brian.
Selene let out a small gasp. “If Michael’s real target was Brian, then he’s missed his chance. He should’ve struck when Brian was exhausted from seven-on-one.”
Darius leaned back, smirking. “Yeah, looks like the kid wasted his edge. Now it’s just the two of them again, and Brian isn’t going to fall that easily.”
The professor adjusted his glasses. “Or perhaps…” His words trailed off, eyes narrowing at the unfolding scene.
And then it happened.
Brian hurled a fireball—and Michael vanished. Gasps tore across the studio as the feed showed him reappear above, descending like a phantom with his spear poised to strike.
The audience roared in disbelief.
“He—he teleported?!”
“No way! How the hell did he do that?!”
Even Selene’s voice cracked with disbelief.
The commentators, the studio, and the millions of viewers across Dawn State fell into stunned silence, watching the spear drive clean through Brian’s chest.
*
Back in the Virtual Space
Michael, completely unaware of the uproar he had just caused outside, moved like a shadow through the mist. His spear was steady in his grip, his breathing controlled. His mind was set on only one thing—reaching the red dot that had flared earlier on his map.
But then—
Ding.
A cascade of panels shimmered into his vision, halting him mid-step.
[Target Eliminated]
[+10 to all stats]
[Role Suspended: Hunter]
[Temporary Switch: Freeman]
Michael blinked, his brow furrowing. The red dot he had been rushing toward vanished from the map, the overlay shifting back to the blank grid of a Freeman. His pace slowed as the realization sank in.
“So that’s what happens…” he murmured.
Fulfill your role’s task, and you were removed from it—reset into neutrality until the next switch. Hunters who succeeded in eliminating their Hunted didn’t remain Hunters indefinitely. Once the job was complete, the role was recycled.
The panels faded, but the effect lingered in Michael’s body. Strength, agility, vitality—every fiber of him felt tuned higher.
[+10 to all stats]
The system’s prompt replayed in his mind, and despite himself, Michael allowed a small grin. That one completion was the same as hunting ten separate Hunter. A jackpot.
“Feels… good.” His spear twirled once in his hand, light and responsive, before he anchored it again at his side.
“Ten Hunters’ worth of strength… from a single elimination.”
The thought sent a thrill down his spine. Yet the thrill quickly hardened into focus.
Because if one Hunted like Brian could exist, others might too.
Michael exhaled slowly, mist curling from his lips. “No. Waiting won’t cut it.”
If he was unlucky and the next switch placed him as the Hunted, there would be nowhere to cry about wasted chances.
Which meant the best way forward now was simple: stack strength before the cycle reset again.
Hunters were still out there, preying on red dots. And while the Hunted acted as bait, those very Hunters were Michael’s stepping stones.
He tapped his map interface again—it was blank now, but that didn’t mean he was blind. The battlefield echoed faintly in the distance with roars of combat, flashes of skill, and the crack of steel.
All he needed to do was trace the chaos.
Michael body blurred into motion, Ghostwind Steps whispering against the stone floor of the trial ground.
