Chapter 93: Ghost Truck Hunting Plan
"Damn it..."
As his body fell out of the Ancient Castle and the intense sensation of weightlessness washed over him, Han Su abruptly opened his eyes.
He was still in the apartment, still sitting on the sofa. The cup of tea in front of him was steaming gently, as if nothing had changed. The clock on the opposite wall had only ticked forward a dozen seconds.
"I'm back..."
He looked down at the back of his left hand. The scar was gone. He had escaped the Ancient Castle once again, but...
There was no joy in his escape. He was so furious his teeth ached.
His mind was filled with the damned, withered face, like a shard of porcelain. The damned Old Butler.
He angrily picked up the cup of tea and gulped it down, only to shudder and nearly fling the cup away.
"Damn it, why is even the water so hot?"
"..."
He almost found himself ridiculous. Leaning back, he lay down on the sofa and covered his face with his palm.
After a while, he slowly calmed down and sat up again.
First, the usual routine...
As countless Memory Shards surfaced in his mind, he confirmed his current situation and what had happened to him recently.
There was no difference from last time?
The only change was that the scar on his left hand was gone, and the hand had become more nimble.
But perhaps because of the Fishing Horn's recording ability, he could still use his left hand's abilities on this Life Path. He was still at the Disaster Management Bureau, and he had still resolved the Crystal Skull outbreak.
His mentor, Mr. Strange Bird...
...was still unfortunate.
Han Su let out a sigh of relief. Ever since that