Chapter 13: The Power of the Right Eye
Although the frantically surging spiritual power still had not successfully burst out of the right eye, Han Su’s turbulent spiritual energy had already aroused the eerie truck’s vigilance.
With each roar of the engine growing louder, the bizarre giant truck seemed to accumulate even greater force. It appeared to sense the danger Han Su posed, and shifted its path, changing its focus from Xu Ji to Han Su.
Often seen in racing videos—when the car revs up, the next moment unleashes an incomparable impact.
‘Is this a dead thing? A living creature? A ghost? Or a machine?’
Han Su had never before encountered something so strange, yet in his heart he felt an odd sense of indifference.
Having seen those bizarre and powerful monsters in the ancient castle many times, encountering such a distorted thing in reality for the first time even made him feel a certain freshness.
The intense pain at his right eye had not yet dissipated, rising and falling like turbulent waves with each surge of spiritual power. Yet this agony only made him feel increasingly excited.
Bring it on—let it all come together!
“I say…”
Facing that nightmarish phantom truck, facing those ghostly shadows that flickered in the dense mist, he suddenly took a bold step forward.
Riding the agony brought by the pain in his right eye, he shouted:
“Sic erat in abysso!!”
His voice sounded even more mysterious, due to a strangely distorted intonation. The phrase “The god sends decree” had become twisted into something indecipherable to ordinary ears—like a language one could not understand, only feel its mystery and distance.
As he chanted the spell, the surging spiritual power in his mind became even more frantic and boiling.
“Woo…”
The truck seemed to observe too, its two blinding headlights fixed on Han Su. Then, sensing that Han Su’s power might not be as strong as it expected, it suddenly lunged forward.
In front of the truck, Han Su and Xu Ji looked plain and weak—like prey waiting to be devoured.
At the same time, as Han Su spoke the spell, he felt the surging spiritual power in his mind strike his right eye with multiple times its previous impact.
The power output had suddenly intensified many times over.
Beside him, Xu Ji, struck with terror by the phantom truck's collision against Han Su, let out a frightened cry. Unexpectedly, Han Su’s right eye—blind for ten years—suddenly opened a narrow slit.
A sliver of hidden light burst forth from his right eye at that moment, almost piercing the thick mist.
Spiritual power could affect reality, but could not directly enter it.
Yet now, on Han Su’s third attempt—under the ferocity of his spiritual power and will—the gap in his right eye allowed his spiritual energy to break this limitation.
A thread of power seeped out from his right eye.
Moreover, under the influence of something in his right eye, it flowed out of the eye socket in a bizarre form.
The phantom truck, charging forward with frenzied momentum, collided suddenly with this thread of spiritual power from Han Su’s right eye—and was instantly pressed rigidly in place by an invisible force.
The swirling fog was squeezed and pushed outward.
The mechanical monstrosity, accompanied by countless restless spirits, was once again intimidated by this unseen power. Its huge headlights held so much bewilderment and strangeness.
The ghostly spirits around the giant truck also seemed to change expression; many of the weaker spirits had knees buckling slightly.
The creaking twist of warped steel pierced the eardrums; the raging fog and the truck’s massive body seemed stopped by some force. A powerful force entangled, compressed, and collided with it.
It was even dismantling it!
“I…”
At this moment, Xu Ji was stunned by the scene before him. He saw in Han Su’s once-blind eye, a horrifyingly majestic glow.
“My brother is actually a god…”
“…”
He stared in disbelief at the chanting and the roaring truck—like two opposing waves or roars.
In the next moment, an even stranger phenomenon appeared. In this confrontation of invisible forces, the truck’s headlights became brighter and brighter, its pent-up energy growing stronger.
But gradually, though the frame was covered in rust and bloodstains, it remained solid and sharp—yet under the gaze of Han Su’s right eye, it suddenly emitted an eerie distortion.
The sense of hardness vanished, as though it developed a bizarre softness.
The truck’s front end crumpled inwards, as if it had deflated.
The strange fleshy tissue covering the truck’s body began to turn a ghastly pale color, slowly melting and dripping to the ground.
It was actually melting.
This monster, formed from a fusion of steel and some eerie power, was losing its metallic properties—or rather, its properties were being distorted, turning soft like dough.
Even the vengeful spirits beside the truck seemed extremely shocked by this change. Gradually, their expressions turned more fearful, the once twisted and fierce faces now dull and blank.
“So, something really was left inside my right eye…”
At this moment, Han Su felt a surge of mental clarity, as if a sudden realization had dawned on him.
“So that’s how the Pale Monster’s ability works…”
“……”
Images flashed in his mind—of that Pale Monster melting into a puddle of flesh in the hallway, consumed by rage.
Han Su felt a strange sensation.
He had originally thought it was just one of the monster’s traits.
A product of nightmares.
But now, he realized it was a kind of power—left behind in his right eye.
A power that could, through one’s gaze, melt anything.
He could feel that his spiritual energy had been tremendously shaken, like flowing water being drawn out again and again.
He was barely holding on, yet the grotesque truck still remained locked in a stalemate, as if about to gather power again.
Han Su could no longer endure it. Even his expression had become somewhat grim.
The eye that had been wounded by the monster in the ancient castle now shone with a chilling malice.
“I say…”
He shouted for the third time: “The god sends decree!”
Using the frenzy of pain and the release it brought, he decided to push himself a little further.
Too much pain becomes pleasure!
Along with the spell, he suddenly took a step forward, extending his palm, about to press it onto the truck’s hood.
His loud voice echoed through the dense fog, carrying a mysterious impact that radiated in all directions.
Boom!
Finally, at the very moment he spoke those words, an indescribable pressure surged out and swept across the area.
The thick fog completely dispersed, as if swept away by a raging wind.
And that massive grotesque truck trembled as he spoke, its engine roars suddenly weakening, sounding almost like mechanical whimpering.
Machines aren’t human, not even such bizarre machines—yet it seemed to express a human-like emotion.
It didn’t wait for Han Su’s palm to truly land on its hood.
It seemed to show intense resistance and fear.
Before his hand could press down, the truck suddenly backed away.
In terms of spiritual power, it might have been far stronger than Han Su, but the power in his right eye made it afraid.
It retreated three meters, back into the remaining fog.
Once at a safe distance from Han Su, the truck’s head hung low, and its headlights dimmed, as if in a bow.
The very next moment, even the thick surrounding fog suddenly vanished, merging into the night sky.
All around, every sound and the night breeze suddenly returned to normal.
“Xu Ji, Xu Ji…”
“Young Master Xu…”
“Oh my god…”
“……”
In the distance, frantic shouting and the sound of vehicles erupted—that was the sound of countless people rushing over in panic.
Wailing sirens blared!
Even farther off, police cars from the city had arrived after receiving the alert.
Only now did Han Su exhale softly and look down at his palm, which was trembling slightly.
Upon chanting the spell a third time, his spiritual power had poured out uncontrollably, nearly draining him completely.
A wave of indescribable exhaustion swept over him—his mind felt almost blank, and he was on the verge of fainting.
Yet an indescribable thrill and excitement still supported him, making his eyes glow brighter: After being chased by monsters for so long, I’ve finally become a monster too!
……
……
“Tsk tsk, what a pity, such a shame…”
At this moment, on the other side of the city, on a barren hill far removed from urban life—
Tall transmission towers pointed skyward in the night. Song Chu‑shi, whom Han Su had just met, stood quietly beneath one of the towers, carrying that silver briefcase.
A teasing voice emerged from the silver briefcase.
Song Chu‑shi didn’t respond.
He simply looked toward the city, sensing the ripples emanating from the boundless sea of lights.
As if he could feel that within the vast Qinggang City in the distance, a series of changes were unfolding like falling dominoes.
Fully armed personnel had surrounded the wonton shop where he had spoken with Han Su.
Individuals with varying expressions, dressed in black trench coats, appeared at every street corner he had recently visited.
Qinggang City, once like a stagnant pool, now seemed faintly on the verge of boiling.
“How many forbidden zones have I crossed, how much contamination have I endured, how many dangerous people have I dealt with—just to finally find this S‑level spell…”
The creature in the box, seeing Song Chu‑shi silent, spoke with a tone of regret and melancholy.
“You can’t possibly not know the value of this spell, nor the unique mental traits it requires.”
“And yet, not only did you refuse to become its first master…”
“…You even gave the spell to a clueless child?”
“Don’t you feel any remorse?”
“……”
“Pass through the narrow gate of the body, seek the cracks in causality.”
“The abyss is right here—the wheel begins to spin.”
This time, Song Chu‑shi finally spoke slowly, but he did not answer the voice inside the silver briefcase.
His tone resonated with the vast night, deep and mysterious:
“This path wasn’t one I gave to him. It was one he was always meant to walk.”
The voice in the silver briefcase sounded frustrated, a hint of urgency in its tone:
“You don’t really believe that nonsense about monsters kidnapping them, do you?”
“Believe me, though this world has been infiltrated and has started to spawn grotesqueries, it hasn’t gone so mad as to create actual monsters that go around kidnapping children!”
“Monsters, really?”
The unknown presence inside the silver briefcase, no longer hiding its disdain, banged loudly from within:
“If such real and tangible monsters exist, why don’t you bring one out for me to see!”
“The spell activated on him. That proves—he wasn’t lying!”
Song Chu‑shi’s voice now carried a trace of coldness.
He slowly turned and walked down the hillside, into the endless darkness below:
“So, I bet on the right person.”
“That kidnapping case runs very deep…”
“But no matter the price, no matter what this provokes, I only know one thing—truth cannot be hidden!”
“Twenty-six children cannot just vanish silently from this world.”
“Especially… when one of them is my sister!”