Mental Penetration

"A-rank?"

Han Su got his answer, and the whole person was stunned: "What did I do to get A-rank?"

If he had to say, his reaction last time he heard the cipher spell was indeed quite strong, sending him back ten years. But in others' eyes, he just slept for a while, right?

Didn't Secretary Cui Qiao say he was quite slow? What was this A-rank evaluation?

As he was thinking, the instructor had already arranged for those trainees to enter the room where he had heard the mysterious language before. The only change inside was that where there had been only one chair, there was now a circle of chairs, back to back.

The trainees went in one by one, sat down, and the room door closed. Even the instructor moved further away from the door.

Then, the secret language he had heard before began to play inside. Outside the room, a group of armed security guards, a group of doctors in white coats, and rescue personnel in protective suits waited outside the room.

Quietly, quietly, after waiting for a while, suddenly, a police siren sounded. The room opened a crack, and the protective personnel immediately entered the room and brought out a female trainee with a pale face.

Her nostrils were bleeding, and her eyes were bloodshot. As she was being carried out, she mumbled: "I... I heard it."

"They, they said this is just the beginning... just the beginning..."

"..."

Watching the female trainee leave, the door closed. It seemed the secret language playback was still continuing. After a few more minutes, the police siren suddenly sounded again, this time accompanied by flashing lights.

Immediately, more medical staff went in. This time, they carried out a man. He was convulsing all over, the veins on his neck twisting like snakes. The medical staff present couldn't even hold him down; he struggled desperately, shouting:

"Bronze Man, Bronze Man!"

"The Bronze Age will surely descend upon the city!"

"The god of the bronze worshippers has already opened his eyes in the abyss..."

"..."

Han Su stood by and watched. At a glance, he saw that his eyes flashed with a non-human, eerie metallic luster.

At the same time, the scar on the back of his hand inexplicably began to ache faintly, as if it had some kind of connection.

In his ears, for some reason, a mechanical whirring sound seemed to faintly echo, but it was like an auditory hallucination, filling his ears inadvertently. When he tried to listen closely, he could no longer distinguish it.

"..."

The trainee, who was like a madman, was eventually subdued by the protective personnel. After he was given a sedative, he was finally carried away smoothly and sent somewhere unknown.

As his figure receded, the scar on the back of Han Su's hand gradually lost its sensation.

But in Han Su's heart, a sense of dread began to rise.

What did he mean by the Bronze Age, and what was it? Those eyes... was that metallic luster something a normal person would have?

Why did the scar on his hand suddenly start to hurt?

He felt a sense of unease, but he forced himself to endure it and stood obediently to the side.

After that, several more people were sent out. One was twitching on the ground, rolling his eyes. Another suddenly grabbed his own neck, choking himself until he rolled his eyes. But they all had abnormalities, and nothing was heard from them.

The instructor looked at them with regret. Even he, usually so nonchalant, seemed pained.

Han Su also seized the opportunity, slowly approached the instructor, and said in a low voice: "I heard this sound before, and I didn't feel anything. Why are they like this?"

"You didn't feel anything, yet you still got an A?"

The instructor glanced at him and shook his head: "But it's a good thing. It's better not to understand or hear this stuff."

"So, what exactly is this?"

Han Su asked. Seeing that the instructor seemed unwilling to bother with him, he quickly added: "I asked Uncle Zhang about it at the time, and he told me to ask the instructor during training."

"Uncle Zhang..."

The instructor paused and lowered his voice: "Chief Zhang?"

Han Su: "Yes!"

"No wonder!"

The instructor patted Han Su's shoulder, gave him a look of kinship, and chuckled in a low voice: "Then, for the sake of the new leader, I don't mind telling you a little."

"What you're listening to is actually a language, but it's not a language from our era."

"The reason we have you listen is to test your spiritual reaction and intuition. This is also to see what kind of potential you possess..."

"..."

"Mysterious power training?"

"Right!"

The instructor smiled: "It's a skill that can directly use the mind to resist supernatural anomalies, and it's a true weapon."

"When facing anomalies like the ghost truck, weapons in reality are difficult to achieve ideal results. So, sometimes we need to use some surreal powers to fight those crazy things."

"And to control this kind of surreal power, one must first break a theory."

"The mind can influence reality, but it is not allowed to directly enter reality."

"..."

The instructor's words invigorated Han Su.

When I initially tried to push my spiritual power past my right eye, I vaguely sensed those words too. But no one told me; it was more like a reminder from deep within my genes when I touched a certain limit.

Now, to hear those words spoken aloud in reality felt novel.

The instructor's gaze drifted, tinged with emotion, as he said, "Spirit is actually an abstract term, encompassing human consciousness, thought, sanity, and so on."

"Humans use their spirit to drive their physical bodies, and their thoughts to create and research, changing the world through various actions."

"This is how spirit can influence the real world."

"However, when spirit bypasses the physical body and directly enters reality, it's an incredibly terrifying act."

"The mysterious power training within the Disaster Management Bureau uses special methods, combined with listening to these ancient secret words, to resonate with a certain power from the shadows. This ultimately breaks limitations, achieving a controllable penetration of spiritual power into the real world."

Han Su's heart stirred. "Penetration?"

"Correct."

The instructor extended his palm and gently clenched it. "This is a power that shouldn't belong to reality, a power beyond ordinary imagination. You can think of it as:"

"Surreal application force."

"All our surreal powers, whether spells, talents, or certain items, are realized through this fundamental basis."

"..."

"It fits..."

Han Su felt a vague sense of sudden enlightenment.

So, the power in his right eye and left hand were both forms of mysterious power, but this mysterious power had to be achieved by his spirit penetrating into reality?

But why did the power in his right eye need to penetrate outward, while the one in his left hand seemed to work without penetration?

The details flashed by, there would be time to understand them later. For now, he seized the opportunity and immediately asked, "Why could some trainees understand the voices played earlier, while others couldn't?"

"That's the difference in spirituality levels."

The instructor rubbed the stubble on his chin. "Talented people are those born with excessively high spirituality, who have already achieved mental penetration."

As he spoke, he glanced at the silent, black-hooded girl leaning against the wall beside him, and continued:

"But such people are rare, and the Disaster Management Bureau can't find many. Therefore, most operational personnel and investigators still need to undergo mysterious power training. In other words, it's about enabling ordinary people to achieve mental penetration safely through acquired means."

"Thus, judging the potential of these ordinary people to achieve mental penetration is very important."

"Those who heard specific voices from the secret words just now are people with extremely high spirituality. They are easily corrupted, but also easily gain 'talent' through mysterious power training."

"And some can even hear 'spells' from these secret words."

"..."

Han Su was surprised. "Spells?"

"Yes."

The instructor seemed to relish this part, sighing with emotion, "Mysterious powers are hidden in the shadows of the world, undetectable by ordinary people. Only the languages excavated from the ruins can activate them."

"These spells are the languages that can directly invoke these mysterious powers."

"When a person who has achieved mental penetration also utters a spell, they can directly wield this mysterious power."

"Of course, secret words are not the same as spells."

"Many secret words, although they also belong to these excavated languages, do not contain directional mysterious powers. These spells are empty."

"..."

Languages that could wield mysterious powers, ruins from before the Reconstruction Era...

The more Han Su learned, the more he felt as if he were witnessing a vast and unknown world slowly unfolding before his eyes...

"What kind of language is so magical?"

The instructor couldn't help but glance at Han Su, thinking that even if you were a connected person, asking so many questions was a bit rude...

Just then, the black-hooded girl, who seemed to have been completely oblivious to their conversation, suddenly spoke softly, "Some speculate that this is the language used by gods who once existed in this world."

Han Su's gaze sharpened at the mention of "gods."

The black-hooded girl nodded gently, her voice soft. "The language of gods is a high-level language. Conceptually, it encompasses all languages. Whether it's our language or the languages of the Western Continent, they are all sub-branches of the language of gods."

"And of course, it includes their authority."

"Humans use spiritual power that has penetrated reality as a basis, and cipher spells, bloodlines, contracts, or items as intermediaries, to wield the powers once possessed only by gods."

"This is humanity's imitation of gods, and also humanity's talent."

"..."

"Talent..."

Han Su mused, looking at her.