As the Malevolent Phantom spoke, his legs fully regenerated. He stood tall, looking at Felix with unwavering confidence. Just then, the roar of an approaching car filled the air.

The vehicle screeched to a stop, and the doors flung open. A boy and a girl, no older than eight years old, jumped out and ran straight toward the Malevolent Phantom.

They shouted, "Daddy!"

The Malevolent Phantom knelt down, wrapping his arms tightly around the two children. His eyes were filled with nothing but warmth and love as he asked, "My little ones, what are you doing here?"

They replied excitedly, "We missed you! Mr. Dunphy brought us. It's so late, and you still haven't come home! You promised to tell us a bedtime story tonight!"

Felix's raised hand trembled. He finally understood why the Malevolent Phantom was so certain he would not be killed.

To these two children, the Malevolent Phantom was their father. His body and voice were identical—the only difference was the soul inside.

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