For a moment, Han Su really didn't know whether he should say yes.
This Independent Investigator was different from what he'd imagined in many ways. But he had been sent down from "above," after all, and Zhang Chiguo was exceptionally wary of him. Han Su could cooperate with his work, but he couldn't bring himself to fully trust the man.
Would he really be so kind as to train someone like Han Su, who'd been blacklisted by the Secret School, in the use of mysterious powers?
He wondered, but didn't let it show.
With an inscrutable smile, he said, "I wouldn't say everyone who enters a Sequence is trapped in it. I've met someone proficient in all three."
"You mean that investigator codenamed Drunkard?"
Investigator Moses smiled. "That has to do with the path each person takes."
"When humans steal mysterious powers, what they're really doing is willingly enduring their pollution and changing their own divine substance. They assimilate part of themselves with that power, then use mental resonance to steal it. But the price is enormous."
"That's why it's so hard to change course after entering a Sequence."
"Once you're on that path, your own mysterious substance changes with it, leaving you unable to accept other mysterious powers."
"But that Drunk Investigator isn't an ordinary person. He's a student of the Secret School."
At this point, Investigator Moses paused briefly before continuing. "The Disaster Management Bureau is an experimental project cooked up by the Qinggang Council Hall and the Secret School. The so-called three Sequences and taboo experiments are all the most difficult paths."
"Any idea that looks simple and produces quick results, but can easily lead to a dead end, gets tossed into the Disaster Management Bureau. They use countless lives to test it out and see what