The Ability of the Right Eye

Although the wildly surging Mental Power still failed to break out through his right eye, Han Su's overwhelming Mental Power had already alerted the bizarre truck.

As the engine roared louder and louder, the bizarre giant truck seemed to gather even greater power. It appeared to sense Han Su's danger and began turning around, shifting its target from Xu Ji to Han Su.

He had often seen this scene in racing videos: the car started up, then unleashed an unparalleled burst of force the very next second.

What exactly is this? A dead thing? A living thing? A ghost? Or some kind of machine?

Han Su had never seen anything so bizarre before, yet somehow, he did not feel particularly bothered by it.

Having seen so many strange and powerful monsters in the Ancient Castle, this was his first time encountering such a twisted thing in reality. He even found it somewhat novel.

The searing pain in his right eye had not faded. As Mental Power slammed against it again and again, the pain rolled over him in waves, yet it only made him more excited.

Bring it on, then. All of you, come at once!

"I say..."

Facing the nightmare-like Ghost Truck and the ghostly shadows flickering through the thick fog, he suddenly stepped forward. Borrowing the pain from his right eye, he shouted:

"Sic erat in abysso!!"

His voice became even more mysterious. Distorted by an inexplicable intonation, the words "Divine Decree" had become something ordinary people could not clearly understand, more like a language that was incomprehensible and could only evoke mystery and distance.

As he chanted the Spell, the surging Mental Power in his mind immediately grew even more frenzied and boiling.

"Wooo..."

The truck seemed to be observing him as well. Its two blinding headlights locked tightly onto Han Su. Once it realized Han Su's power did not seem as strong as it had expected, it suddenly rammed forward.

Han Su and Xu Ji standing before it looked as helpless as weak prey caught by a predator.

At the same moment, as the Spell left his lips, Han Su felt the raging Mental Power in his mind crash into his right eye with several times its previous force.

The power output suddenly increased countless times over.

Beside him, Xu Ji had already let out a terrified cry when the Ghost Truck charged at Han Su. But he never expected that Han Su's right eye, which had been blind for ten years, would suddenly crack open a narrow slit as he faced the truck head-on.

A thread of hidden light burst from his right eye at that moment, almost piercing through the dense fog.

Mental Power could affect reality, but it could not directly enter reality.

But now, on Han Su's third attempt, driven by fierce Mental Power and willpower, the gap in his right eye allowed his Mental Power to break through that restriction.

Threads of power seeped out through his right eye.

Influenced by something within that eye, it flowed out of the socket in a bizarre form.

The Ghost Truck that had been charging forward with wild momentum suddenly collided with the strands of Mental Power seeping from Han Su's right eye. It was instantly squeezed by an invisible force and forcibly pinned in place.

Even the spreading fog was compressed by that invisible force and pushed outward.

The mechanical monstrosity accompanied by countless Tiger Wraiths was once again intimidated by an invisible force. Its enormous headlights seemed to contain endless confusion and strangeness.

The Tiger Wraiths beside the giant truck seemed to have changed expressions. Many of the weaker ones even had their knees twist slightly.

The ear-piercing sound of twisting steel stabbed at their eardrums. The surging fog around them and the giant truck's massive body seemed to be held back by some force. Tremendous power tangled, compressed, and clashed across its body.

It was even tearing it apart!

"I..."

Xu Ji was utterly shaken by the sight. He saw a soul-stirring gleam shoot from Han Su's eye, which had long since gone blind.

"My brother's actually an immortal..."

"..."

He stared at the Spell and the truck's roaring engine in disbelief, as though they were two opposing waves—or perhaps two roars.

The next moment, something even stranger happened. Amid the standoff between those invisible forces, the truck's headlights grew brighter and brighter, and the power it had accumulated became stronger and stronger.

Yet gradually, its frame—covered in rust and bloodstains but still hard and sharp—suddenly began to warp strangely beneath Han Su's gaze. Its sense of hardness vanished, replaced by an eerie softness.

The front of the truck caved in as though it had been deflated.

The bizarre flesh covering its body began to turn a deathly white, melting bit by bit and dripping onto the ground.

It was melting.

This monster fused from steel and bizarre power was losing the properties of steel. Or rather, those properties were being twisted, turning it as soft as dough.

Even the Tiger Wraiths beside the truck felt extreme shock at this change. Gradually, their expressions became increasingly terrified, their twisted and savage faces turning blank.

"So something really was left inside my right eye..."

At this point, Han Su's spirits soared as understanding finally dawned on him.

"So this is how that Pallor monster's ability works..."

"..."

The image of the Pallor monster melting into a puddle of flesh in rage within the corridor flashed through his mind. Han Su felt something strange stir within him. He had assumed it was simply one of the monster's traits.

Something born from a nightmare.

But now, he realized it was a power—a power left within his right eye. It could be released through his gaze and melt anything.

He could feel his own Mental Power being violently drained, drawn away like flowing water again and again.

He was nearly unable to hold on, yet the monstrous truck was still locked in a stalemate, as though it was about to gather power once more.

Han Su could not endure it any longer. Even his expression seemed to grow grim. The eye injured by the monster in the Ancient Castle was now radiating a chilling malice.

"I say..."

For the third time, he shouted, "God, issue a Divine Decree!"

Riding that frenzied pain and sensation of release, he might as well add a little more.

Enough pain became exhilaration!

With the Spell, he suddenly took another step forward and pressed his palm out, about to place it against the truck's front. His resonant voice spread through the thick fog in every direction, carrying an intensely impactful sense of mystery.

Boom!

At the instant his words left his mouth, an indescribable pressure suddenly swept across the surroundings.

The dense fog completely dispersed, as though swept away by a gale.

The giant monstrous truck trembled at those words. Its engine roar abruptly weakened, sounding like the whimpering of machinery.

Machines were not human, no matter how bizarre this machine was. Yet it seemed to display emotions much like a human's.

It did not wait for Han Su's palm to actually press against its front. It even seemed to show intense resistance and fear, suddenly retreating before that hand could reach it.

In a contest of Mental Power, it seemed far stronger than Han Su. But the power in Han Su's right eye filled it with fear.

It retreated three meters, backing into the remnants of the fog. Even after moving far away from Han Su, its front remained lowered, its headlights gradually dimming as though it were bowing.

The next moment, even the rolling fog around them suddenly vanished, melting into the Night Sky.

All around them, every sound and the night wind abruptly returned to normal.

"Xu Ji, Xu Ji..."

"Young Master Xu..."

"Oh, my god..."

"..."

Panicked shouts and the sounds of approaching vehicles rose in the distance. Countless people had hurried over in a frantic search.

Woo-woo! Woo-woo!

Farther away, police cars from the city arrived after receiving the report.

Only then did Han Su let out a low breath and look down at his hand. It was trembling slightly.

When he chanted the Spell for the third time, his Mental Power had poured out wildly, nearly draining him dry. An indescribable weakness washed over him, as though his mind had nearly gone blank and he was on the verge of passing out.

Yet an indescribable sense of exhilaration and excitement still supported him, making his eyes shine brighter. After being chased by monsters for so long, I've finally become a monster too!

"Tsk, tsk. What a pity. Such a pity..."

At that moment, on the other side of the city, atop a barren hill far from the urban area.

A tall transmission tower pointed toward the heavens in the night. Song Chushi, whom Han Su had met only once before, stood quietly beneath it with the Silver Briefcase in hand.

A teasing voice began to come from inside the Silver Briefcase.

Song Chushi did not answer. He merely gazed toward the city from afar, sensing the fluctuations beneath the endless lights. It was as though he could feel that a chain of changes was unfolding across the vast Qinggang City in the distance, like falling dominoes.

Fully armed personnel had surrounded the wonton shop where he had spoken with Han Su. Figures in black trench coats, each wearing different expressions, had also appeared at every street corner where he had stood moments ago.

Qinggang City had once been nothing more than stagnant water. But now, that stagnant water seemed faintly on the verge of boiling.

"How many Forbidden Zones did we cross, how much contamination did we endure, and how many dangerous people did we deal with before finally finding an S-class spell like this..."

Seeing that Song Chushi did not respond, the monster in the case spoke with regret and emotion. "You can't possibly not know this Spell's value, nor the requirements it places on a unique Mental Power trait."

"And yet, not only did you refuse to become its first owner yourself, you even..."

"...gave this Spell to a child who knows nothing?"

"Doesn't that hurt?"

"..."

"Pass through the narrow gate, seek the fissure of cause and effect."

"The abyss is here, and the wheel begins to turn."

This time, Song Chushi finally spoke slowly. Yet he did not answer the voice in the Silver Briefcase. His voice seemed to resonate with the vast, boundless night.

Deep and mysterious. "I did not give him this path. It was one he should have walked long ago."

The voice in the Silver Briefcase sounded frustrated and anxious. "You don't actually believe that nonsense about so-called monsters kidnapping them, do you?"

"Believe me. This world may have already been infiltrated and may breed many bizarre things, but it hasn't gone mad enough to produce monsters one after another that would even come to kidnap children!"

"Monsters?"

The unknown existence inside the Silver Briefcase, which was only around fifty or sixty centimeters long and wide, contemptuously knocked against the case with a thump. "If such real and specific monsters truly exist, bring one out and let me see it!"

"The Spell activated on him. That proves he was not lying!"

Song Chushi's voice seemed to carry a trace of coldness as well. He slowly turned around and walked down the slope into the endless darkness below. "So I won my bet."

"That Kidnapping Case runs very deep..."

"But no matter the cost, and no matter what this brings, I only know one thing: the truth cannot be hidden!"

"Twenty-six children cannot simply vanish from this world without a sound."

"Especially when my Younger Sister is among them!"