Ultimate Evolution I Became the Master of the World
Chapter 80 Transfer

"You're not seriously thinking about solving that paranormal mess for that company, are you? The risk is way too high and not worth it. Even if we help them out, there's no guarantee we'll get a way to stop the ghost from coming back," Ethan said, looking dead serious.

The car pulled up in front of a residential area.

"So, you're leaning towards selling the box and splitting the cash?" Michael asked, giving him a look.

Ethan felt a bit awkward. "Isn't that the safest bet?"

"Don't you want to stay alive?" Michael shot back.

"Even if we delay the ghost's revival, what then? We'll still die eventually, right? If it's not this ghost, it'll be the next one we run into," Ethan said, sounding pretty hopeless.

"I'm not like you. You're still young, a newbie, and you've got the guts to fight. Me? I've already accepted my fate. I've even made arrangements for after I'm gone. All I need now is a big chunk of money," Ethan admitted, sounding like he was backing out.

Michael went quiet. He couldn't really argue with Ethan's logic.

This kind of acceptance and craving for stability made sense. He'd thought the same way before.

"In that case, you don't need to get involved. I'll leave this thing with you. Once I'm gone, replace another buyer and sell it. We'll split the money like we agreed," Michael said, handing over the golden box to Ethan.

"Are you serious?" Ethan asked, surprised.

Michael nodded. "I need a backup plan. What if I don't come back? If I do, I'll figure out how to stay alive. If not, handle the box as we agreed."

"Don't go through the club's channels. There's something fishy about that Enigma Elite Club. Find another buyer," Michael warned.

"Got it," Ethan nodded, not arguing anymore.

Michael asked, "By the way, how did Howard get those special weapons? This gun's out of bullets, and I need more. They might not work on ghosts, but they're good against Ghost Handlers. I bet this paranormal incident will attract a bunch of Ghost Handlers. I don't want to deal with them while handling the ghost."

"I don't know Howard's source, but I know a website where you can buy them. I haven't bought anything from there, but others have, and it seems reliable," Ethan said.

"Why not? You never thought about getting some weapons for self-defense?" Michael asked.

Of course, this self-defense wasn't against ghosts but against people.

Using a ghost's power on regular folks or other Ghost Handlers was a waste, so having some weapons was a must.

Ethan felt a bit awkward. "They're pricey, and I was too cheap to buy them. Anyway, let's head to my place first. I'll show you how to do it."

Soon, Ethan took Michael to a villa area in the neighborhood.

"Not bad, you live in a villa," Michael said.

"I just bought it recently. Spent all the money I earned before," Ethan said.

As they walked into the villa's yard, they saw a boy and a girl playing with water guns. The girl, though older, was getting chased around by the mischievous boy and was soaked. "Dad, Tommy Gallagher is bullying me again," the little girl said, hiding behind Ethan as soon as she saw him.

"Tommy, you're at it again. Hand over the toy," Ethan said, pretending to be stern.

"Dad's gonna hit me," the boy named Tommy yelled, running into the house in fear.

Michael glanced at the little girl. "Your daughter?"

"Yeah, she's six. Cute, right?" Ethan said, patting his daughter's head with a smile.

"She is adorable, but your son seems pretty scared of you," Michael noted.

Ethan sighed. "Ever since I became a Ghost Handler, I rarely come back and never stay overnight. I'm scared that if I fall asleep, the ghost might come out accidentally. It's normal for my son to be a bit distant." "How did you become a Ghost Handler?" Michael asked.

"It was an accident. I used to be an electrician and plumber. While rewiring an old house built about sixty years ago, I accidentally drilled through a wall," Ethan said. "After that, blood started seeping out of the hole in the wall."

"Back then, I had no clue about paranormal stuff and wasn't prepared at all. I curiously touched it," Ethan said with a bitter smile. "The moment the blood touched my skin, it seeped into my body through my hand. Since then, ghost blood has been flowing through my veins."

"My hand is the source, and my body is the container. The more I use the ghost's power, the more ghost blood fills me up. Now, I can feel my body starting to change. It feels like it's about to overflow," Ethan recalled.

Michael asked, "Would it help if you let out some of the blood?"

"No, absolutely not. I tried that once," Ethan said, a hint of fear crossing his face.

"My blood has to be reabsorbed. If it stays outside for too long, a terrifying ghost will emerge from the blood pool. That ghost will definitely kill me. I've seen it before, so the only time I'm safe is when the ghost blood is inside me," Ethan explained.

"But this situation won't last much longer. Every night when I sleep, it feels like my body is going to split open. Every time I wake up, my bed is soaked with blood," Ethan said, pain etched on his face.

"That's my own blood. It's gradually being expelled from my body. The day my blood is completely drained will be the day the ghost inside me resurrects," Ethan predicted.

Michael fell silent. His situation wasn't much different.

Recently, Michael had been sleeping less and less. It started with six hours, now it's down to four. And every time he lay down, his body became paralyzed, and his eyes moved uncontrollably inside his body. All signs indicated that the ghost inside Michael was growing.

"Honey, where have you been these past few days? I couldn't reach you, and the kids are about to start school. You need to come back and take care of them," a woman said, walking out after hearing the commotion and complaining to Ethan. "I've been busy with something big. Once it's done, I think I can take a break for a while," Ethan chuckled. "By the way, this is my friend Michael. He's an international detective."

"Hello," Michael said.

"Hello," the woman replied with a shy smile.

Ethan said, "Michael and I have some business to take care of. You take care of the kids for now. We'll go out for dinner later."

The woman didn't say anything, just took their daughter by the hand and left.

Ethan led Michael to a room, turned on the computer, and skillfully navigated to a website. "This is an overseas site. I don't know who runs it, but the weapons sold here are all meant to deal with ghosts. The prices are not something an average person can afford. I heard about it from Tom at the club."

Once the website was open, it looked like a shopping site, with everything available.

Guns, knives, satellite phones, even clothing-everything you could think of.

"The weapons are here," Ethan said, opening a weapons page.

Michael glanced at it and was immediately shocked. "A hundred thousand dollars? A single bullet costs a hundred thousand dollars? Are they crazy?"

He couldn't believe the price of the handgun bullets.

"These are special weapons for dealing with ghosts. Considering the manufacturing cost and craftsmanship, it's not that expensive. After all, they're made of gold. Have you seen how much gold prices have risen lately?" Ethan said. "If you're going to catch ghosts, I suggest you buy one of these body bags. It's also made of gold and is easy to carry, though it's a bit pricey," Ethan continued.

A product resembling a sleeping bag appeared on the screen.

To be precise, it was a body bag made of gold.

For containing and imprisoning ghosts, this was clearly more suitable than the small box Ethan had before. Because some ghosts had physical forms. "Twenty million dollars?" Michael's mouth twitched when he saw the price.

Ethan clicked on it, and there was even a demonstration video showing how to put a body inside and seal it completely.

From the video, it was clear that the high price was justified; it was indeed convenient.

"That's why I couldn't bring myself to buy it," Ethan said helplessly.

Michael thought for a moment and decided to buy a body bag. He immediately picked up the phone and called Jane.

Jane, who was at home, answered the phone, "Who is this?"

"It's me, Michael. Transfer me some money," he quickly said.