If the world wasn't messed up, then his account definitely got hacked. Michael had to find that goddamn hacker who nearly gave him a heart attack. No matter what country he hid in, he would find him.
"Hmph, let me see what the hell this bastard sent."
Grabbing his phone and opening the message, Michael immediately went silent. It wasn't asking for money, nor was it some financial scam.
That goddamn hacker actually sent him a gift? And it was free, like a fan sending a gift to their idol.
The guy's words were super excited, like if they met, he'd immediately drop to his knees to lick Michael's feet. Plus that guy didn't even try to hide it, admitting he was a hacker right from the first sentence.
Since when was he an idol? No wait, why would he ever become some hacker's idol? Could it be that hackers have such a hard life they admire someone who lies around all day, like him?
"The hell, what is even going on?"
Michael ruffled his hair so much that strands were falling out everywhere. No matter how hard he racked his brain, he couldn't figure out how this insane situation was happening to him.
No point overthinking it. He went into the bathroom to brush his teeth and rinse his mouth, then sat on the bed to wait.
That hacker guy said the item was already taken care of, but the shipping fee wasn't. So he wanted Michael to pay it for him.
"That goddamn hacker just made my day way too f*cking eventful. A little shipping fee ain't much anyway."
Michael didn't think he was getting scammed for the shipping fee. There's no one in this world who'd try this hard to scam for such a small amount of money.
Just as he muttered that, he heard the doorbell. Didn't need to think to know it was the delivery guy.
He wasn't surprised either since the hacker said the item was shipped a few days ago. It showing up now was normal.
Michael opened the door, and right in front of him was a box as big as a car. A delivery guy was standing next to it, catching his breath.
'The hell, how much is the shipping fee is needed for something this big?'
Inside, he was cursing eighteen generations of that hacker's ancestors. This wasn't a scam; this was deliberately messing with him.
"Please confirm the order and make the payment."
The delivery guy said, then handed the order info to Michael.
Looking at the shipping fee, Michael's eyes rolled back. That price was equal to a hundred pounds of beef.
"Hmph, just wait. I'm definitely settling the score with you, you bastard."
He grumpily signed to confirm the order. This price was sky-high but he had plenty of money so this little bit wasn't worth mentioning.
As soon as the delivery guy left, Michael looked at the giant package helplessly. With his long-shriveled muscles, could he even move this thing?
But no choice, earlier he forgot to ask them for help. If he couldn't carry it inside, then he'd just have to get scissors or a knife to tear it open.
Michael grabbed the box lightly using his strength, and that huge box was actually lifted up. He felt like he was lifting a big balloon… It seemed to contain something very small compared to the box.
His face flushed red like a volcano about to erupt. Veins on his forehead twitched while he gritted his teeth.
"You bastard!"
He yelled out and tossed the box aside.
"F*ck! I definitely have to open this and see what is inside that cost me a hundred pounds of beef."
Knives, scissors, and anything sharp in the house that could open the box were all brought out to the yard by Michael.
Using the most 'brutal' method, he cut the box into tatters like a rag just to vent his anger over the shitty things that happened today.
The outside light shone in, revealing some small object that seemed to be made of metal. Looking closer, it was a lamp with a strange shape made of copper. Next to it, there was also a small piece of paper.
"What's this? Did some bastard steal artifacts to frame me? F*ck, I just stay at home, man. Who did I even piss off?"
Even though he was cursing, his curiosity was still huge. He picked up the piece of paper and saw it was a user manual.
On that paper, it only had a few short words: Use your hand to rub the magic lamp three times to use.
???
What the hell is this? Is "magic lamp" the name of some toy?
"Does that bastard think I'm a kid? Rubbing this damn lamp a few times, it'll still just be a damn lamp."
Michael cursed as he brought the lamp up to his room. Even though he was lazy, he was also very curious. If he wasn't curious, he wouldn't be scrolling through drama on the internet every day.
Might as well treat it like being scammed. It's not much of a loss anyway. It's not like rubbing this lamp three times will just kill him, right?
As soon as he plopped down on the bed, he couldn't help it and tried rubbing the lamp three times. The lamp immediately shook. It shook harder and harder until Michael couldn't hold it and dropped it on the floor.
From inside the lamp, a hazy, eerie smoke shot out. It swirled around instead of floating away randomly, then slowly formed a shape like a person… To be precise, only the upper half was like a person.
A big, blue dude appeared. His body looked a bit transparent, like he was just an illusion, not a real entity.
"What the hell is that shit???"
Michael's eyes went wide, filled with both shock and a little fear. What the hell was this unscientific thing of unknown origin?
"No, no, no. Calm down, little boy. I'm not shit. I'm a genie, a friendly god who specializes in granting wishes to chosen ones like you."
The genie drew a heart shape with smoke and blew it right into Michael's face, giving him a slight chill.