Chapter 160: Forbidden Operation
Han Su finally felt the last heavy stone in his heart fall away. He reached out a hand toward Bowl-Cut Boy and said with delight, “Then give the relevant information.”
Between Han Su and Bowl-Cut Boy, this seed to be the most natural thing in the world. The two extended their hands and clasped them. The spiritual power carried the relevant information directly over, and Han Su received it smoothly. Just like that, everything ended simply.
So taboos and precautions in the Mysterious Side simply didn’t exist between certain people.
Bowl-Cut Boy, after briefly exchanging tasks with Han Su and Wei Lan, also showed no reluctance. He severed the spiritual link with this place and disappeared from the room.
Only Wei Lan remained interested even after Bowl-Cut Boy left. This was her first ti eting soone—besides Han Su—who shared the sa fate as her. Of course, Xu Ji didn’t count for now.
“Our little companion’s original job… was he a doctor?”
This question stumped Han Su, who had to think carefully before replying, “More or less.”
“He’s got a lot of surgical experience.”
“……”
Wei Lan sighed, “Then our little companions are all pretty impressive. Either stars, doctors, or filthy rich heirs.”
Han Su grumbled inwardly, “Maybe also rcenaries, prisoners, or complete idiots?”
But the eting was over, and everyone already had a good grasp of what needed to be done next. Han Su refocused his attention on the forbidden operation he was about to carry out.
He first closed his eyes slightly, activating his spiritual activity and imrsing himself in the spiritual fragnts transmitted by Bowl-Cut Boy—an intact mory and sensory record from a ti he had undergone a forbidden operation.
In this field, Han Su was naturally talented. He had a strong gift for reading mory fragnts. But under normal circumstances, one couldn’t simply imrse themselves in another’s mory. Even mory theft had to be done from a third-person perspective.
But what Han Su wanted was that extrely subtle experience—so he chose to dive in without reservation.
Bit by bit, the mories crept into his mind, as if he had returned to Bowl-Cut Boy’s life, taking his place, reliving that surgery.
…What the hell?
…It was only now that Han Su realized Bowl-Cut Boy underwent the forbidden operation without even using anesthesia?!
He felt, bit by bit, the minute sensations from that surgery—saw countless cold steel needles and sharp scalpels slicing through his own brain—sensed mysterious encrypted spells being chanted in the surroundings at all tis.
When he finished experiencing the mory, he was already drenched in cold sweat, his clothes soaked through.
In the mory, it felt like three and a half hours had passed. But upon waking, only a minute or two had gone by. The ti within experienced mory and real-world ti weren’t the sa.
To be safe, Han Su went through it two more tis.
By now, in terms of cumulative perspective, it was equivalent to Han Su having undergone this kind of forbidden operation three tis. His grasp of every detail was profound.
“Well then…”
When he opened his eyes for the third ti, he wiped the sweat from his brow, looked seriously at Wei Lan, and said, “I’m going to perform the operation now. I can’t be disturbed during the process, so you…”
Wei Lan nodded with a smile. “Don’t worry. I’m here.”
Han Su smiled back, handed her the crystal pendant, and activated a barrier strong enough to cover the entire apartnt. He was a little surprised that this little trinket Miss Ai had recomnded he keep was actually this useful.
With the crystal pendant and Wei Lan present, Han Su was able to clear all distractions from his mind. He began chanting the encrypted spell of Zero Sequence Spell No. 6.
【All Things Obey My Will!】
【……】
【……】
“Wake up, wake up…”
At this mont, his spiritual projection returned to a deep underground base, into the body of the S-class experintal subject—The Ripper. Countless hands waved before his eyes, four or five people in full protective suits and masks stared nervously at him:
“Your consciousness just disappeared for almost seven minutes. Where did you go?”
“Also, where did you go today when you left the base? And more importantly—”
One of the older researchers, his voice trembling, asked, “Can you tell us how you escaped this ti?”
The Ripper, lying on the iron bed, slowly withdrew his gaze from their faces. He didn’t seem to care about their urgency or nervousness. He just stared at the ceiling. But this ti, the usually vacant look in his eyes seed tinged with excitent.
“More excited than when I returned from the last Double‑Bodies mission…”
A younger researcher looked at the monitoring instrunts, voice slightly trembling, “Maybe… maybe he really can return to normal?”
“Shut up!”
The old researcher scolded harshly, then turned to glance at the man on the bed. He knew full well—soone who had already undergone seven surgeries could never return to normal.
But no matter how strange he beca now, no matter what happened, the operations had to continue, and the records must go on.
He stared hard at The Ripper’s deathly pale face, steeled himself, and said, “Keep the records. Since this mission’s results were exceptional, cancel his special protection from now on and put him into standard use.”
“This…”
The researchers beside the iron bed knew what that ant. The eyes behind their masks were filled with terror.
“Do as I say!”
The old researcher barked. Then he personally pulled over the machine and said solemnly, “Now, resu detailed monitoring and record everything from this point on. From now on, monitor every return of his in full detail.”
“Now then…”
Usually, monitoring would start imdiately. But this ti, the old researcher couldn’t help himself and asked, “How did you feel that excited emotion? Could you… try again?”
The Ripper gave no reaction. The others exchanged glances, unable to understand the question.
Such a question was aningless…
The old researcher seed to realize he was overthinking, gave a low sigh, and began operating the machine to open The Ripper’s skull. But just as the massive machine began to hum, they suddenly heard a faint sound and all paused, feeling a strange shock.
It was The Ripper—lying on the iron bed, slowly parting his lips, letting out a soft sound. Listening closely, it seed… like a song:
So many wine glasses hanging in the air, your cheeks red like strawberries
Tonight, no one goes ho until they’re drunk, tomorrow the sun will be my blanket…
The young researcher couldn’t hold back and cried out softly, “He… his excitent is getting stronger…”
……
……
Protected by the crystal pendant and watched over by Wei Lan, the top floor of the apartnt had beco a world cut off from everything else.
No one knew what was happening in that tiny apartnt within this vast city.
As that barely audible singing voice drifted through the room, Han Su held his breath, focused his mind, and began mimicking the forbidden operation Bowl-Cut Boy had undergone—using the mysterious power of the encrypted spell of Zero Sequence Spell No. 6 as a knife, and performing it on his own spiritual power.
Of course, there was no need to physically open his skull. But the danger was no less real.
Then again, when had he ever had a choice?
He was already lucky. After fully experiencing Bowl-Cut Boy’s surgery mories, the remaining steps suddenly seed much easier.
His own spiritual length had already reached twenty segnts—twenty batteries he could switch between at will.
Activating all twenty simultaneously was almost impossible.
So he decided to first enhance one battery’s activity. Once its activity reached the threshold, he would add the next one.
For ordinary people, performing spiritual dissection would be even harder—essentially slicing ti within their spiritual world.
But since Han Su’s spiritual length already had noticeable breaks between segnts, this operation had a natural advantage. It wasn’t dissection so much as reinforcent on top of the existing gaps.
He would use his own spiritual traits and strengthen them to solve his current dilemma.
Han Su didn’t yet know what this would an for him. He only felt that a unique path was opening up before his eyes.
He gave it careful thought—then began the operation.
anwhile, sowhere in the depths of this city filled with countless lives, it seed certain beings were quietly listening to the song… watching everything unfold… and sighing softly:
“He really doesn’t waste any ti. The mont he learned, he climbed upward imdiately…”
“Is it because you’ve protected him for so long that now you can’t bear to let go?”
“My emotions don’t matter. I only wish he could rest a bit longer in reality. Otherwise, by the ti he cos to, only fatigue will remain…”
“Between the two of you, who’s really the one more burdened?”
“I’m just a machine. I don’t have a heart made of flesh and blood. So I don’t feel tired.”
“Maybe… it’s just that deep down he instinctively knows—he’s almost out of ti. That’s why he’s so eager to move forward?”
“He doesn’t know right now…”
“…That the war hasn’t just begun—it’s been going on… for a very, very long ti.”
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