A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 1545

Chapter 1545 He Is Not Dead

Jared took measured steps toward Gilbert, and Gilbert drew back, his eyes clouding with fear.

It was not an easy feat to cultivate to such a level, yet all Gilbert’s efforts were about to be stolen by someone else. He could even lose his life.

“N-No… I have a few Demonic Cultivators working for me, and I know of a few ancient ruins. I will tell you everything if you do not kill me,” he begged Jared.

The most powerful individuals feared death the most.

Jared was not looking to let him go, but his resolve swayed when Gilbert mentioned the ancient ruins.

Gilbert knew his words had hit the mark when he saw the glint of hesitation in Jared’s eyes. “Those ancient ruins date back thousands of years. No one knows their locations except me. If you spare me, I will do anything for you and help you find the ancient ruins.”

Jared stopped in his tracks, his interest piqued by the mention of the ancient ruins.

A single Bliss City had elevated and doubled Jared’s cultivation level.

His powers would grow exponentially if he could find more ancient ruins.

“You are powerless if you do not absorb his powers now. Besides, what’s the use of those ancient ruins if you can’t cultivate?” Arthur reminded.

Reality reasserted itself, and Jared remembered that he had drained his blood essence. What good would finding the ancient ruins do if he could not recover his abilities until he obtained Gilbert’s powers?

He smacked Gilbert in the head and began activating his Focus Technique to acquire the latter’s powers.

“Can you let him live after taking his powers? That way, you can still find out the location of the ancient ruins.” Arthur only wanted Jared to take his abilities rather than his life.

“He will be a desiccated corpse by the time I finish siphoning his powers.” Jared gave him a puzzled look.

“Not yet.” Arthur shook his head. A dull white light materialized from his palm and entered Gilbert’s body.

Clouds of black fog rose from Gilbert’s corpse, morphing into a humanlike silhouette that resembled Gilbert.

The white light enveloped Gilbert, and his face twisted into a tormented expression.

“Do you have to be so cruel?” Gilbert howled, endless terror evident in his gaze.

Gilbert had already turned into a spirit. He knew death was inevitable, so he kept a sliver of his spirit alive to escape, not expecting Arthur to figure out his scheme and trap him.

His death would be final if he lost this fragment of spirit.

“Don’t worry. I will not destroy your spirit; I only want to control you. You should know what to do from now on. I will find you a suitable host to inhabit if you do your job. This is your second chance,” Arthur proposed lightly.