【……】
Han Su did not understand the meaning of this sentence. In fact, what echoed in his mind was not this sentence.
What had been imprisoned in his mind was a language he could not understand at all.
In this moment of turbulent spiritual power, when anger and willpower teetered on the edge of collapse yet subtly intertwined, he suddenly spoke aloud, in his own language, the phrase that had been imprisoned in his mind for ten years.
Thus, the words that were conveyed from the Ancient Castle, carried by Han Su’s will, entered reality.
Once spoken, the words did not immediately vanish into the space, but instead echoed within the thick fog.
What followed instantly was an intense pain in his left hand.
This pain exceeded any he had ever experienced, severe enough to shake even his neural reflexes.
He hurriedly lowered his head to look, and saw that the back of his left hand had unexpectedly manifested a cross-shaped scar. It seemed as though something inside was surging and crawling, eager to break into reality.
That was…...Bronze?
Cold sweat had already drenched Han Su’s forehead. He stared as the scar on the back of his hand was torn open by the force within.
The scar should have bled, but what he saw was a bright bronze color.
At the same time, the Ghost Freight Truck, which had finally shaken off Han Su, was desperate to flee reality. But just as its feeble engine roared and it was about to vanish into the enveloping mist, the surrounding barrier points activated.
These were the internal barrier points, positioned closer to Han Su, held by Doctor, Hei Hu, and Miss Crow. The other six positions formed the external barrier points.
If an external force intruded, the outer points would engage first. But if an internal force attempted to escape, it would be these three who intercepted.
All three turned pale and quickly recited the spell:
【What I Think Becomes the Boundary】
【……】
It must be said, their chanting was quite mediocre—two of them had never undergone Mysterious Power Training, and one was a slacker.
Yet, in this zone where Mysterious Powers intertwined, even a mediocre incantation had some effect.
Though that effect was minor under normal circumstances, for the now severely weakened Ghost Freight Truck, it became a massive deterrent. Enraged to the extreme but lacking the strength to retaliate, it hesitated for half a beat in its escape—just long enough to hear Han Su speak the words aloud.
The will of bronze shall eternally exist in the world’s reflection!
In desperation, it turned around, its headlights emitting a blinding glare. As if drawing upon every last ounce of its strength, it charged at Han Su on the road with dense fog, eerie light, and surreal force surging behind it.
Though extremely weakened, its desperate charge remained terrifying.
“Old Han…”
Beside him, Xu Ji witnessed this scene and was so frightened his heart nearly leapt from his throat. Instinctively, he dashed forward.
As the fog dispersed, his shout even echoed far away.
“Back!”
What followed was Han Su suddenly lifting his head in response.
Facing the insane and deformed Ghost Freight Truck, he struggled to raise his left hand.
Heavy!
His left hand was unusually heavy.
Because with the tearing of the scar, more and more blood of a copper hue gushed out, coating his entire left arm. This copper blood was so heavy it made his left hand feel like it weighed hundreds of kilograms, requiring his full willpower just to lift it.
But facing the truck's mad charge, Han Su burst forth with unprecedented frenzy and strength.
He tightly clenched his left hand and swung it at the Ghost Freight Truck.
He struck it head-on with a fist wrapped in copper-colored blood against a steel beast likely weighing over twenty tons.
“Crack!”
A scene of immense impact unfolded before Xu Ji’s eyes.
He watched as the truck charged at Han Su, and Han Su threw a punch. In his mind, he imagined Han Su being sent flying or crushed beneath the wheels—but the result was Han Su’s punch smashing straight through the truck’s front end.
His entire arm plunged into the Ghost Freight Truck’s body.
Han Su felt his palm touch something pulsating. Without hesitation, he gripped it tightly.
The Ghost Freight Truck let out a trembling wail. The moment its heart was seized, all its power vanished. It became unreal and couldn’t even crush Han Su under its wheels with leftover momentum.
Only instinctual fear remained, leaving it quivering and struggling.
Its deformed, withered headlights dimmed.
At this moment, Han Su’s eyes glowed with a demonic copper light.
Clutching the heart, the back of his left hand oozed copper-colored blood. At this moment, the blood seemed to come alive—creepily seeping, spreading, and covering every inch of the vehicle from its core.
The Ghost Freight Truck had no resistance to the copper blood from Han Su’s hand.
……
……
“What happened?”
At the same time, chaos erupted at the various barrier points.
One had already been wiped out earlier, and the others were well aware that this commission had likely failed.
But then, the appearance of something mirror-like in the air struck new fear into their hearts.
Was that a duel between high-ranking individuals?
Events had escalated to an incomprehensible level. Amid the panic, a faint shout from below made them realize—the fog was clearing.
Secretary Cui Qiao scanned the surroundings. She knew that some mysterious individual had intervened to halt the invasion. In a sense, that person had saved her as well.
However, their level and power system were far too mysterious for her to identify them. She only confirmed something had changed below and didn’t hesitate—she jumped in the armored vehicle, stepped on the gas, and smashed through the barrier, driving into the mist.
Just as she descended a slope, a figure suddenly appeared before the car.
Hei Hu stared coldly. “No one is allowed to pass!”
Cui Qiao was caught between laughter and frustration. From the corner of her eye, she saw another figure speeding downhill on a motorcycle.
……
……
‘My blood seems to have come alive?’
‘No, the blood seeping from the back of my left hand has gained life. It is no longer blood—but some bronze-like substance?’
Feeling the “heart” of the Ghost Freight Truck in his palm, Han Su sensed something strange.
He could feel more blood continuing to seep from his left hand, and this blood had instinct—it spread and covered every part of the Ghost Freight Truck.
It was covering—and also repairing.
The flesh core he had just devastated was being gradually restored by the copper blood.
The Dead Sea Spear had shattered its core anchor and severely wounded it, but now, Han Su’s blood-turned-bronze was building a new anchor—making the truck more stable in reality.
As the core repaired, even the deformed, withered front of the truck began to swell, as if being inflated.
Old, broken components and mechanical fragments began falling from its body in piles—like a creature undergoing metamorphosis, shedding its old shell to embrace new life.
Its body grew a size larger than before. The front stood eight meters tall, the metallic sheen more brilliant and oppressive. The fleshy parts at each junction were now reinforced by bronze.
Through the blood from his left hand, Han Su could feel its existence—could even sense its will.
He felt its struggle—and that struggle was growing weaker.
Until complete submission.
He could even feel its shivering now—along with a slightly fawning intent.
“The Ghost Freight Truck has submitted?”
Han Su stared in surprise at the truck, still clutching its heart with his left hand.
The headlights flickered, like a flattering blink.
The sense of spiritual communication grew stronger.
Han Su could feel its mood, and a new intuition emerged:
He could command it.
He could even make it crash into a mountain, hit someone, or sink itself into a lake never to return.
“Back.”
Han Su slowly stood and spoke softly.
His hand, plunged into the vehicle’s core, gradually loosened and was withdrawn.
The Ghost Freight Truck actually retreated—gently backing up two or three meters away. The gaping hole in its front began to fill with strange bronze metal. The headlights glowed even brighter. Even the truck bed wobbled slightly.
With a “clank,” it spat out a broken piece of scrap metal—it was the Dead Sea Nail it had swallowed earlier.
“Oh my god…”
Xu Ji stood stunned. “Am I really seeing a truck wagging its rear at you?”
Han Su also noticed—the Ghost Truck was indeed wagging its rear.
It looked awful.
And he had only ordered it to back off—the tail-wagging was its own doing...
Apparently, its will had not completely dissipated...
A strange feeling stirred in his heart. “Perhaps, between destroying and sealing this truck, I’ve found a third option?”
“Though... this report might be hard to write…”
Just as Han Su watched all this in astonishment—and noticed that the voice always echoing in his head had vanished—just when surprise was finally dawning, a sudden roar of an engine rang out.
“Hmm?”
Han Su swiftly turned around and waved his hand.
The Ghost Freight Truck immediately responded, reversing its wheels and retreating into the surrounding mist.
It vanished along with the dissipating fog, retreating into the depths of reality without leaving a trace.
In the next moment, two blinding beams of light appeared from the sky. A figure riding a motorcycle burst through the fog into the sky, landing with a twist of the handlebars and one foot grounded.
Wearing a cat-faced mask, the figure glanced at the pile of remnants left behind by the Ghost Freight Truck’s transformation and smiled.
“I thought something had happened…”
“Looks like everything went smoothly.”