Spell Beyond Time and Space

"Of course."

Seeing Han Su lost in thought, Secretary Cui smiled again and said, "On Chief Zhang's account, I have to remind you that once you enter our place, you should be prepared."

"You will receive our special training here, and then you will be assigned to different execution teams."

"We will help you take leave from school. If there are other matters, you'll have to figure out how to resolve them yourself when you go out."

Han Su was somewhat surprised by her words.

Looking at Zhang Chiguo's extremely serious demeanor at the Public Security Bureau, he thought he would be locked up somewhere, never seeing the light of day again!

His heart stirred as he asked, "What kind of training is it that only takes a few days?"

"The training isn't the main point."

The secretary in the black suit glanced at Han Su and said plainly, "We don't have time to train suitable talents from scratch, so we prefer to recruit mature elites from all walks of society."

"You can consider this period as training because it will indeed expose you to information that the outside world cannot access, but the most important thing..."

She paused, thinking of Zhang Chiguo's relationship with this young man, and then spoke, "is to perform as best as you can to get assigned to one of the earlier groups."

"According to Chief Zhang's requirements for you, you'd best be assigned to Group D1D2."

"However, I know these two groups are particularly difficult to get into. You'd need at least three A-rank evaluations to have a chance, so I won't be too harsh on you."

"But even if you can't get into Group D1D2, at least try your best and absolutely don't get assigned to Group D5D6!"

Han Su asked, "Why?"

Secretary Cui replied, "Because it's easy to die."

"Group D1D2 is the reserve training group for investigators."

"It's the group that truly has the opportunity to come into contact with surreal powers and obtain the rights to investigate anomalies and access secret texts."

"Didn't you say you were interested in secret texts? Only by joining Group D1D2 will you have the authority to access these things, and it can be considered as preliminary learning for investigator work."

"Group D3D4 is the ordinary grunt group, just here to do the work, but the treatment is decent. It's a job with higher risks but still a good one."

"As for Group D5D6, you can directly understand them as..."

"...cannon fodder!"

"..."

"No wonder Zhang Chiguo was so determined to persuade me to stay away from this matter. It really is a dangerous profession."

"I just wonder if Young Master Zhang, who spent all his family fortune and even lost a life, knows that he has exchanged it all for such a sinister path?"

Han Su gained a general impression of the Disaster Management Bureau.

However, if Group D1D2, which Zhang Chiguo wanted him to join, was really that good, then the competition must be the fiercest, right?

Yet, he had no other choice. He definitely had to get in touch with those secret texts, and the hidden secrets within the Disaster Management Bureau held immense appeal for him.

Han Su was busy until very late that day, completing many registrations, including his education, skills, physical fitness, and so on. After leaving a sufficiently detailed profile, he was led by the secretary in the black suit to a room with a strong metallic aesthetic.

Before entering the room, his belongings were searched. After one night, Han Su didn't even have his own underwear on him.

With arrangements made for him to attend training tomorrow, Han Su finally had time to calm down and ponder his own issues.

"On this life path, can the ability in my right eye still be used?"

He reached out and touched his right eye. It was now intact, with no scar, and he felt no discomfort.

Although the experience in the ancient castle and the memories of this life path indicated that the ability was still present, he still felt a bit uneasy.

Thinking this, he silently raised his left hand.

On the back of his hand was an ugly cross scar.

His entire hand seemed to be affected, slightly curled, only capable of simple opening, closing, and grasping movements. It was sluggish, stiff as if rusted.

Would a new monster ability be triggered on this hand as well?

Recalling that this time he had escaped the ancient castle with the help of the spell, and had even rescued a girl, Han Su suddenly developed an endless craving for this mysterious power.

Logically, he should proceed cautiously now that he was in the Disaster Management Bureau. But he would be staying here for several days; could he not try anything during this time?

His life was already hanging by a thread. He didn't want to waste even a few hours, let alone a few days.

He would just be more careful.

He pondered silently and slowly raised his left hand.

"Gods, bestow your decree!"

Han Su didn't speak the words aloud. He only recited them silently in his heart while observing his surroundings.

No other changes occurred, but the moment the spell resonated in Han Su's mind, the unspoken syllables still stirred ripples in his calm sea of consciousness.

Han Su felt it once again, that sensation of energy flowing.

Perhaps because he only recited it silently, the flow of spiritual power this time was exceptionally gentle.

Han Su could clearly feel that the spiritual power in this gentle state was much easier to control than when he recited it loudly. It was as if wherever his attention focused, the spiritual power would flow there.

Even more miraculously, before he even consciously tried to direct it, the spiritual power seemed to have its own inertia.

It originally flowed towards his right eye, but was suddenly pulled by something, changing direction and moving towards his left hand.

A familiar pain immediately appeared.

As if because his attention was focused on the back of his left hand, this spiritual power also surged towards his left hand.

The cross-shaped scar, the flesh and skin felt like they were tearing anew, transmitting a clear sense of pain. Especially as Han Su stared at the back of his hand, he even had a vague illusion.

It was as if the cross-shaped scar on the back of his hand was faintly changing color, with a coppery sheen, as if it were about to seep out from the depths of the scar.

"Is this... a new mysterious power?"

Han Su suddenly clenched his left hand. The clear pain, however, brought him an indescribable surprise.

If, according to the theory Song Chushi had mentioned before, this spell was merely to activate the remaining mysterious power in his body, then it was reasonable for him to have new mysterious power remaining after injuring his left hand this time.

But why did his spiritual power subconsciously flow to his right eye?

He tried again silently. Han Su discovered that with his deliberate control, the spiritual power could indeed flow smoothly to his right eye. He could even imagine the feeling of the spiritual power "penetrating" more smoothly than before when his right eye opened.

He could use the ability of his right eye more easily than before...

Could it be...

He vaguely had an idea, and his mood suddenly became a little excited. Analyzing and guessing bit by bit, he vaguely touched upon the truth:

"When spiritual power is activated, it needs to find an exit to penetrate into reality."

"If it seeps out from the right eye, then it uses the melting ability of the pale monster."

"And if it seeps out from the location of the cross-shaped scar on the left hand, it seems to be using the ability of the monster inside the coffin on the fifth floor..."

"No, it hasn't reached the point of penetration yet, so the spiritual power will only subconsciously flow to my right eye, displaying that pale monster's ability. It will only gather here when my attention is focused on the back of my left hand..."

"Because the ability of the left hand hasn't been unlocked and cannot penetrate, there is only a feeling of intense pain. However, along with the intense pain, this hand seems to have become more agile, and its strength seems to have increased?"

"It's just that I can't fully release my spiritual power, so I can't truly test it..."

"..."

"In conclusion, both abilities are present!"

"As long as I recite this spell again, or even just silently recite it, the spiritual power will be activated and flow to wherever it goes, allowing me to use that ability?"

That profound and mysterious feeling made Han Su hesitant to make a definitive conclusion for the moment. He had keenly grasped a key issue.

Compared to his left hand or right eye, the more important thing was this spell.

This spell was definitely more powerful than he had imagined!

On this life path, his right eye was not injured, which also meant that the pale monster had not left its power in his right eye. Yet, this spell could still allow him to use the "melting" ability.

Did this mean that when he recited this spell in the previous life path, the "melting" power in his right eye had already been recorded by this spell?

Because in the previous life path, this spell "recorded" the mysterious power in his right eye.

So, not only could he still use the power of his right eye when he returned to the ancient castle, but on this different life path, the spell also helped him drive away the ghost truck?

No matter how bizarre it was, this seemed to be the only answer.

For some unknown reason, a sentence that Black Rose had once told him flashed through his mind, and Han Su couldn't help but feel a flutter in his heart.

"Certain mysterious powers can transcend time and space!"

"..."

This spell might possess the ability to traverse between the present and the past, appearing on different life paths, recording various effects, along with his consciousness.

Damn it, who the hell was Song Chushi? Why was the spell he gave him so awesome?

He even mentioned a fishing horn sound.

Were fishermen this awesome nowadays?

More importantly, who the hell was Song Chushi? Where did he find this spell, and why did he casually give it to him?

Even the act of him giving him the spell no longer existed on this life path?