Ultimate Evolution I Became the Master of the World
Chapter 73 The Way to Survive

Michael was trying to dig up the source, but replaceing the mastermind was just a side quest.

Right now, Michael's main focus was figuring out how to stay alive and dodge the ghost's resurrection. But while he was putting the squeeze on Howard, he didn't jump straight to the questions.

He knew these guys needed to feel the fear of a Ghost Handler before they'd spill the beans willingly.

Howard was caught off guard by the question at first, then he burst out laughing, "Yeah, there's a way. No one knows which country started it. They say it was a fluke, maybe a Ghost Handler got lucky and survived a whole year without the ghost coming back to life."

A year? Now Michael was interested.

How long a Ghost Handler could live depended on how often the ghost in them resurrected. Even if they never used the ghost's powers, he figured they wouldn't last more than six months.

If they used the powers a lot, the ghost would come back faster, cutting their life even shorter.

But a Ghost Handler living over a year? That was a miracle.

"So, what's the method?" Michael asked, eyes locked on Howard.

"You don't wanna know," Howard sneered, "That was a one-in-a-thousand case. The method's almost impossible. You guys aren't meant to live long. You should've died already. It's the ghost in you that's keeping you alive." "Whether it's practical or not, that's for me to decide, not you. You've got twenty seconds left," Michael said, glancing at the countdown on his phone.

"You really wanna live, huh?" Howard smirked, "Then let us out of here first. Once we're safe, I'll tell you."

"You don't get to negotiate with me. You've got ten seconds left," Michael said firmly, "Two choices: tell me or don't."

"Whether you leave or not is up to me," Michael added.

Before Howard could respond, his two lackeys were already urging him.

"Tell him. This guy's nuts. He killed so many people without a second thought. The ghost in him must be close to coming back," someone said. "Yeah, no point fighting a madman. Give him the info and let's bail. We won't take this job again," another one chimed in.

Their hearts were racing as they watched the countdown on the coffee table.

This guy was different from Ethan; his ghost was something else.

"I don't trust you. I'll talk when I'm safe. That's my condition. Otherwise, we all go down together." Howard's face twisted as he pulled out a grenade.

"Even if it causes hallucinations, a grenade blast will kill everyone here. Not even a Ghost Handler can come back from being blown to bits," Howard said through gritted teeth.

Michael glanced at him, "You guys can get your hands on dangerous stuff, but do you really think it'll work on me?"

"How would I know without trying? You're terrifying. Even if I tell you, I might still die," Howard said.

"Your threat means nothing to me. Don't forget, you're not the only one who knows this. Hugo's already locked up. I can get the answer from him too," Michael said.

Howard deflated at that. He'd almost forgotten Michael had more leverage.

Hugo was in his hands, and he could squeeze the info out of him.

"That useless idiot, not only did he fail, but he also brought me this huge mess," Howard cursed.

Without much hesitation, Howard blurted out, "Fine, I'll tell you. I'll only share what I know. Whether you believe it or not is up to you."

"Of course," Michael replied.

"From what I know, Ghost Handlers dying from ghost resurrection is inevitable. At least, that's what my info says. But there's a crazy method to extend your survival," Howard explained. "Go on," Michael urged.

Howard took a breath and said, "Someone figured out that only ghosts can deal with ghosts. So, a madman, on the brink of death from ghost resurrection, let a second ghost enter his body." "Handling two ghosts at once?" Michael raised an eyebrow. "That sounds like a faster way to die."

"Yeah, theoretically. But there's another outcome: the two ghosts might restrain each other, creating a delicate balance. This balance can delay the ghost's resurrection significantly," Howard said seriously. Michael chuckled, "An interesting and insane approach. Seeking life in death? Only a madman would try it, but that guy succeeded."

"Yeah, he did. But as far as I know, it's the only case. Ghost Handlers from different countries tried it afterward, but they all failed and died horribly," Howard said. "So, his success was considered a fluke. All countries know this method but keep it top secret, absolutely prohibiting its spread."

"Top secret? Makes sense. They're afraid Ghost Handlers would go nuts trying it, drastically reducing their numbers and messing with national stability," Michael quickly grasped why countries would ban this info.

Ghost Handlers were doomed anyway, so they'd take the risk. But the cost was dying sooner.

The loss was too great, bad for the bigger picture, so it had to be sealed.

"How you speculate is your business. I just told you the method. But even if I told you, would you dare to try it?" Howard asked.

"I might consider it," Michael said, falling silent.

This method seemed simple but was extremely dangerous in practice.

Which Ghost Handler would dare let a second ghost enter their body?

If the two ghosts didn't restrain each other as expected, the result would be instant death. But this method could be a last-ditch attempt before dying.

"I've said everything I need to say. Can I leave now?" Howard asked.

Suddenly, Michael glanced at the phone on the table, stood up, and said, "I'm a man of my word. Although you've told me what I wanted to know, unfortunately, your time is up."

He pointed to the countdown on the table, which had already hit zero.

"So, please, all three of you, die together. By the way, are you sure what you're holding is really a grenade? Why couldn't it be an egg?" Michael said.

Howard was shocked. He looked at the object in his hand and found it had indeed turned into an egg.

"Michael!" Howard was both shocked and furious. He grabbed a baton and charged at Michael, intending to kill him.

From the beginning, Michael had been toying with him.

From the moment he entered the living room, there was no escape for them. Michael had only been extracting some useful information, never intending to let them go. "Goodbye!" Michael waved with a smile.

The red light in the living room flickered, and everything around changed instantly.

The bodies on the floor disappeared, the person embedded in the wall was gone, the two living subordinates vanished, and even the charging Howard was gone, leaving only a golden baton on the floor. The living room was still the living room. But there were no traces of those people, except for a few items left behind. It was as if they had vanished from this world.