Chapter 129: Why Is There Still One More Person?

No wonder he never learned this skill after switching to Sword Soul—he hadn’t met the skill’s acquisition condition!

According to the system panel’s skill description, he must expel the ghostly power from his ghost hand to obtain Shadow Dash.

But true Sword Souls expel the ghostly power through their own will alone.

Can he even meet the condition by relying on external force?

Thinking of this, Lin Lie’s expression turned strange, and he couldn’t help raising his head to look at Lin Yu ahead.

At this moment, Lin Yu was studying the crimson fragment floating in his palm.

Sensing the gaze from ahead, he looked up, fixing his eyes on Lin Lie’s pale right arm, and said calmly: “Since the moment I entered this world, I sensed a chaotic and insane consciousness on you.”

“That consciousness not only constantly covets your body, but even dared to harbor malice toward me!”

“At first, I thought it was the Chiyou Soul you mentioned, but now it seems it’s not that simple.”

As he spoke, he clenched his five fingers, retracting the crimson fragment, then flashed forward to stand before Lin Lie.

“Speak,” Lin Yu said, locking eyes with Lin Lie, his voice level. “First the Ghost Hand, then the White Hand—so many items from the Dungeon & Fighter world must have a reason.”

“...”

Lin Lie’s expression was complex; after hesitating briefly, he sighed. “Since you’ve discovered it, I won’t hide it anymore—yes, I do have secrets. In the terms of a transmigrant, it’s my unique golden finger.”

Lin Yu remained noncommittal. “Is that the Ghost Hand?”

Lin Lie fell silent for a moment, then nodded. “Yes. I don’t know how it attached to me, but I remember the first time I picked up the Fuxi Sword, the Ghost Hand activated.”

“Along with it appeared those two sealing rings just now—destroyed.”

Is that really all?

Lin Yu gave Lin Lie a meaningful glance.

Sensing Lin Yu’s gaze, Lin Lie’s heart tightened, and he hurriedly said: “Brother Yu, it’s not that I won’t be honest—I’ve told you everything I can. As for the rest...”

Lin Lie paused, his face showing distress.

So he has something he can’t reveal?

Lin Yu nodded thoughtfully, then changed the subject. “So according to this, the file you uploaded to the group is the Ghost Warrior’s skill set?”

Lin Lie answered honestly. “Yes.”

No wonder it’s so valuable—the Ghost Warrior’s power is a whole new system!

Lin Yu nodded inwardly.

After a moment’s thought, he opened his palm, revealing the crimson fragment.

“This is a crystallization of ghostly power—only usable with a Ghost Hand.”

“Is that so?”

Lin Lie stared eagerly at Lin Yu. “Then what do you mean...?”

Lin Yu smiled. “It’s useless to me—I’ll return it to you.”

Lin Lie was overjoyed. “Thank you, Brother Yu!”

Lin Yu shook his head. “Don’t celebrate yet. Given your level of integration with the Ghost Hand, I only stripped the ghostly power—the consciousness still sleeps within your arm. Use it cautiously.”

“I understand!”

Lin Lie nodded solemnly, then took the crimson fragment.

The next instant, the item panel popped up in his mind.

【Kazan’s Power Fragment】

【Quality: Golden Epic】

【Type: Consumable/Material】

【Description: A fragment of the power of Kazan, the God of Destruction and Soul of the Blade, stripped from a Sword Soul who abandoned ghostly power—high purity】

【Use: Can be consumed to release Ghost Spirit skills, or used as material to craft equipment (this item can be obtained by killing Kazan or Kazan Syndrome patients)】

It’s Kazan’s power fragment?!

Lin Lie’s pupils contracted—he finally understood why his Ghost Hand was so powerful.

Ordinary Ghost Hands are influenced by the Ninth Apostle—Bakal, the Rage Dragon King—but his is different; its ferocity rivals that of a Berserker suffering from Kazan Syndrome.

Combined with Lin Yu’s earlier words, the chaotic consciousness sleeping in his Ghost Hand might be Kazan’s fragment—or even his true self.

Of course, that’s just one possibility. DNF has been running for years, and retcons are common—Kazan’s lore has been revised repeatedly. Who knows which version he actually encountered?

Lin Yu floated silently in midair, carefully observing Lin Lie’s changing expression.

Though he didn’t know what exactly Lin Lie was hiding, he could tell the chaotic consciousness was tied to another world—perhaps a hidden backdoor planted there.

And its manifestation surely wasn’t just the Ghost Hand—it must at least be a game system.

If that were true, Lin Lie’s unspoken secret made sense. Systems like that usually have bizarre rules that can’t be revealed to outsiders.

Violating them could mean severe punishment—or outright erasure. Standard procedure.

Lin Yu was confident he could protect Lin Lie’s life even from erasure—but only if he returned him to his inner universe. In the Marvel world, it wouldn’t work.

“For now, keep an eye on this kid. Later, find a chance to invite him into my inner universe...”

As Lin Yu thought this, he waved his hand, instantly teleporting both of them into the hotel.

Back in the room, Lin Yu pulled a jade pendant from his robe and handed it to Lin Lie.

“What’s this?”

Lin Lie stared at the pendant, puzzled.

Lin Yu waved his hand, retrieving the fragments of the sealing rings he’d collected. “When I stripped the ghostly power, I accidentally destroyed your sealing rings. I gathered all the shards, but I can’t replicate this technique yet.”

“Until you fully repair the rings, use this jade pendant to suppress the ghostly consciousness.”

Lin Lie understood at once and quickly reached out to take the pendant.

The moment his fingers touched it, streams of white light surged forth, covering his right arm and restoring the pale, phantom-effect limb to its original state.

Excellent item!

Lin Lie’s eyes brightened, and he thanked Lin Yu again.

“Don’t be so formal—I’m just making up for my own mistake...”

Lin Yu smiled. “Enough talk. Let’s go.”

“Go?” Lin Lie blinked. “Where?”

“The New York Sanctum.”

Lin Yu replied as if it were obvious, then added with a smile: “Don’t worry—this time, neither the Sorcerer Supreme nor the New York Sanctum will turn you away...”

177A Brick Street, Lower Manhattan, New York.

Lin Lie stood on the crowded street, staring blankly at the ancient temple before him.

This was the New York Sanctum of Kamar-Taj, nestled in the heart of the bustling city, surrounded by modern skyscrapers, yet preserved exactly as it had been a thousand years ago.

He’d passed by it countless times—and never noticed it.

Clearly, the Sorcerer Supreme had deliberately concealed it from him before...

“What are you thinking?”

Lin Yu’s voice came from beside him, pulling Lin Lie from his daze.

He scratched his head and smiled. “Nothing. Just wondering—why did the first Sorcerer Supreme, Agamotto, build the three Sanctums precisely in London, New York, and Hong Kong?”

London and Hong Kong were understandable, but New York has only existed for a few hundred years.

A thousand years ago, this land was a wild, primitive wasteland—even the three great Mesoamerican civilizations hadn’t formed yet. There was no way to build a Sanctum then.

“What’s strange about that?”

Lin Yu glanced at him. “With Agamotto’s power, peering into the future was basic. Not just New York a thousand years from now—even your visit here now might have been foreseen by him.”

Is that really possible?

Lin Lie blinked, then asked: “What about you?”

“...”

Lin Yu laughed, turning to gaze at the New York Sanctum. “That depends on how strong he really is.”

Hearing this, Lin Lie fell thoughtful, sensing an intense, almost arrogant confidence in those words.

When he came back to himself, he stepped forward on his own, arriving before the Sanctum’s gates.

Passersby hurried past him without glancing his way—as if some force made them completely ignore the ancient temple.

Before he could knock, the main gate slowly opened.

A Daoist priest, with long beard and clearly East Asian features, stood there, calmly watching Lin Lie.

Seeing this, Lin Lie froze.

Before he could speak, the Daoist priest stepped aside and extended his arm inward.

“Master of the Fuxi Sword, please enter—the Ancient One has been waiting for you.”

Of course!

Lin Lie’s heart tightened, and he turned to look at Lin Yu.

At that moment, Lin Yu was studying the Daoist priest with interest—especially his outstretched arm, severed cleanly at the wrist, leaving only a withered stump.

If he remembered correctly, this bearded Daoist priest appeared in the movie too.

His name was Hamir, and his relationship with the Ancient One resembled that of Wong and Doctor Strange before the snap—a trusted aide.

In the comics, Hamir was Wong’s father—but he didn’t know if that was still true in this world...

Lin Yu mused with quiet interest.

At the same time, Hamil, seeing no movement from Lin Lie, frowned and followed his gaze forward, only then noticing Lin Yu behind him.

…Huh?

Why is there another person?

(End of Chapter)