The underground chamber was buzzing with excitement, something no one had felt in years. Today was no ordinary day. Today, the ghost they created was ready to face his own legend.
For the first time since they pulled Mirshad into this abyss, they were about to see what they had truly created.
The reinforced platform groaned under the weight of a custom-built steel block — over 100 tons, the equivalent of a small building.
"Let's see if the kid can even move it," Malik grinned, arms crossed.
Mirshad, standing bare-chested, eyes calm, walked up to the block. No flexing. No dramatic stance. He placed his hands against the cold metal.
And lifted it — effortlessly.
The scientists gasped. Not just lifted — held it above his head like it was made of paper.
He turned to the glass, expression calm.
"Is that all you've got?"
Malik's mouth hung open. "Okay… okay… now I'm scared."
A 100-meter track was set, lined with motion sensors to track every millisecond.
Rayyan's voice echoed in the chamber.
"Mirshad, full speed — no holding back."
Before anyone could blink, he was already at the finish line.
The system glitched — the sensors couldn't even register the exact time.
Ameer stared at the screen.
"0.12 seconds… That's faster than a bullet leaving a rifle."
Malik whistled.
"The kid's not running — he's teleporting with style."
The treadmill was custom-built — capable of speeds faster than fighter jets taking off, with changing inclines, obstacles, and even sudden electric shocks.
Mirshad stepped on — shirtless, sweat already glistening under the lights.
Two hours passed. Five hours. Ten hours.
He never stopped. Not once. Not even to breathe heavy.
The scientists didn't know whether to be amazed or terrified.
Next came the blades — surgical scalpels slicing his skin, leaving shallow cuts across his arms and chest.
They healed before the blades even left his skin.
Poison was injected directly into his bloodstream — enough to kill ten men instantly.
His body absorbed it, analyzed it, and neutralized it in seconds.
"We're not looking at a human anymore…" one of the doctors whispered.
"We're looking at something evolution hasn't even dreamed of."
The most dangerous test — and the one closest to Faisal's heart.
They brought in two terminal patients — one a child, no older than 8, whose body was failing after every treatment.
A single drop of Mirshad's blood was injected into the child's IV.
Within minutes, the boy's pale skin brightened, his breathing steadied, his heart rate normalized.
By the end of the hour — he was laughing.
The doctors stood speechless.
Mirshad wasn't just a destroyer.
He was a savior.
A wall-sized screen flickered to life, scrolling with images, data, faces, and encrypted codes — thousands per second.
Mirshad stood, hands behind his back, reading every single piece of information.
When the test ended, Ameer smirked.
"Alright, genius — what did you see?"
Mirshad turned, eyes glowing faintly.
"Everything."
For the final test — they wanted to see how the world would react to him.
Using cutting-edge holographic projection, they created a perfect 3D model of Mirshad — his new face, his flawless body — and projected him into the busiest shopping mall in Los Angeles.
The hologram simply stood, dressed in a black suit, leaning against a railing.
The reaction was instant.
People screamed — not in fear, but in shock.
Women froze, some even fainted.
Men stared, confused if they should be jealous or worship him.
Social media blew up within minutes — videos spreading like wildfire under the title:
"Who is He?"
In the observation room, Malik couldn't stop laughing.
"Bro! They're acting like they just saw an angel who walked out of heaven with a six-pack!"
Sara covered her face, trying not to laugh.
"This is… this is crazy."
Even Faisal — the man who rarely smiled — couldn't help but chuckle softly.
"This… was a good idea."
As the jokes and laughter filled the room, Faisal stepped closer to the glass, his smile fading slightly.
He pressed his hand against the glass, watching Mirshad stand alone in the center of the chamber.
The boy he once found broken
Was now the most powerful being on Earth.
But Faisal knew — power wasn't enough. The heart mattered too.
He opened the intercom — his voice gentle, but clear.
"Mirshad."
Mirshad turned, his golden eyes softening at the sound of Baba's voice.
"We gave you strength."
"We gave you immortality."
"We gave you knowledge."
"But the most important thing — we gave you the freedom to choose who you want to be."
Mirshad stepped closer to the glass, placing his own hand against it — mirroring Faisal's.
"I've been ready since the day you found me, Baba."
The word Baba hung in the air — not forced, not formal.
Just real.
Faisal's smile returned — not as a king, not as a mastermind, but as the man who stood in the storm with a broken boy and refused to let him drown.
"No matter how powerful you become — you will always have us beside you."
Mirshad's expression was calm — but for a brief second, the boy inside him — the one who once feared the dark — smiled too.
The ghost they created wasn't just a weapon.
He was family.
And for the first time in his life — he wasn't alone.