Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 102 101 Promotion
'The task status has been changed.'

Mission: [Master of Secrets]

"As you've been promoted to 'Master of Secret Puppetry', you've already learned certain rules for acting. Please follow these rules and gradually refine them to improve your potion digestion."

'Task completion: 100%, rewards have been issued, please check.'

"Advancement to Sequence 4, Trickster's Ritual Requirements: Relying on one's own strength and planning, in front of a large audience, direct a grand drama to murder a demigod or equivalent transcendental being. Consume the potion at the end of the drama."

As this grand drama came to an end, the God-come-from-the-dark-side-of-the-universe, the Sequence 4 Devil, died in the Never-Ending Theater.

'The ritual requirements have been fulfilled.'

Tang let go of his cane. As a 'moment of luck' was injected into the system's 'craftsman' module, which had been preheated with knowledge fragments, the extraordinary characteristics of 'trickster' and 'winner' were shattered. The spiritual imprint of the previous trickster hidden in the extraordinary characteristics of 'trickster' was erased, and then it was rapidly separated and reassembled.

At the same time, the system manipulates the auxiliary materials that have been prepared in the warehouse and put them into the "craftsman" module one by one.

The blood of the evil tricksters and the dust of the spirit world plunderers are all stocks in the never-ending theater. Tang did not bother to collect them separately in the spirit world, and the other auxiliary materials of the trickster were not difficult to obtain. He had prepared them before coming to the Orkney Highlands.

Standing in front of the crack in the abyss, Tang lowered his eyes, and an exquisite glass bottle appeared in his hand.

In the bottle swayed thin threads emitting black light, with hazy and twisted patterns. Occasionally, inexplicable bubbles appeared, and it seemed that countless tiny and undetectable worms were lurking, twisting and huddling together, driving anyone who looked at them crazy.

Don closed his eyes and drank the potion.

The potion ran across his throat, dry and cold, going straight to his soul.

The next moment, his spirit body seemed to rise suddenly, and countless things in the Euclidean space appeared completely in front of him.

This feeling is very familiar. When in Euclidean space, most of the time I am in this ethereal state, with an overview of the overall situation.

There is a huge red moon in the sky, and it is peaceful and quiet.

Countless spiritual threads spread outward from his body, seemingly extending to an extremely distant, endless void. Joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, and other complex emotions continued to come from the end of the spiritual threads.

Countless figures appeared in front of him again.

They were secret puppets, a never-ending theater back in Tingen, the War Bishop, the Sun Scepter, the Traveler Anjie, the gods from the dark side of the universe, and countless spirits flying here.

Like an indifferent bystander directing a silent yet grand puppet show, Tang quickly got into the state, detached himself from his emotions, and allowed the power of the potion to settle rapidly.

And this is not the end.

The next moment, the potion seeped into the body.

Countless thin threads surged in with the power of the potion and cut into his spirit body.

The system's screams were isolated, and the mad knowledge surged, temporarily separating it from Tang's body.

Unspeakable pain came from his soul. Tang felt that his spirit body was cut into countless pieces. His spirit body was spasming and instinctively wanted to escape from this painful and oppressive environment. Tang had experienced this feeling when he was promoted to the Master of Secret Puppets and the Faceless Man, but it was more painful and more crazy than that time.

He will die if he continues like this. His body will disintegrate. Each fragment has its own will. They are all trying to merge into a piece of flesh and blood and leave on their own.

Tang felt that his split mind began to become uncontrollable and chaotic. He saw himself, saw himself in his previous life, saw himself when he first came to this world and was decadent in an empty room, saw the various people he had played in the past, saw himself in pain, saw himself with his family in this world, and saw countless versions of himself.

Each of them is an inseparable part of his emotions, but they are also falling apart.

Tang's body began to wriggle, and transparent worms slithered under his skin and emerged from the extra flesh granulations on his skin, rising and falling, terrifying and crazy.

He was about to lose control. As the power of the potion transformed his body and spirit, he was about to disintegrate into countless transparent worms and become an indescribable monster.

But at this moment, Tang, who no longer had the support of divine power, was forcibly taken out of the Euclidean space by the rules set by crazy knowledge. His figure quickly outlined the edge of the abyss, stepping on the mud on the ground. Countless black lines appeared around Tang.

One after another, a series of pictures appeared before his eyes.

That was me holding the parchment of the 'Brass Book of Trunsoest'.

That was myself holding the Sun Scepter.

That was the scene of the War Bishop chopping off half of the devil's body.

It was the gaze from the depths of the abyss, mad to the extreme, as if looking at the murderer of one's father.

It was a gaze that came from a very far distance, obscure and not at all noticeable.

That was the gaze from the figure above the red moon.

That is the system, that is crazy knowledge, that is chaos, like the attention of the "stars" from the pollution source.

And all kinds of myself.

That was the self sleeping in the room, as if hidden in eternal silence; that was the self sitting in the eccentric office, playing with miracles; that was the self lecturing in a classroom; that was the self standing in a fortune-teller's club surrounded by steam trains and gas lamps; that was the self stroking the piano; that was the self holding the sun scepter, constantly evoking the lines of the giant feathered serpent spirit.

It was as if the observer of the world cast a shadow on me, a more indescribable version of myself.

Those gazes penetrated the Euclidean space and looked at themselves whose bodies were constantly wriggling with spiritual worms.

He is his past self and he is his future self.

Each spiritual imprint forms an anchor point, each gaze is like a substance, and the thin black line becomes the connection between every piece of flesh and blood, every fragment of the spirit body, and the power to reunite the body that has turned into a spirit insect!

I am Don Eggers, a time traveler, a child of the descendant of the god of death, a holder of a system, and an ordinary person who most hopes to live a peaceful life. This is who I am!
His twisted and deformed body was reassembling itself, and something was rapidly transforming. It was the indifferent, calm, observing, overlooking self. That was his divinity!
Countless mystical knowledge gushed out from the depths of his spiritual body. Tang's high status played a powerful role, allowing him to absorb this knowledge quite easily. He successfully transformed back into himself and restored the spirit worm and the protruding flesh buds on his body to their original state.

After the promotion is completed, the system squeezes out the crazy knowledge that emerged from its own host, strips it away, and sticks it back to its own host.

'Main Quest 4: Advance to Sequence , Trickster.' 'Quest Progress: Completed.'

'The reward has been issued, please check it carefully.'

Tang stood beside the abyss that was still emitting black water, calming his fluctuating spirit.

"Tongzi, take back the Sun Scepter."

"Okay."

The sun has finished rising, and the gate of the abyss has suffered such a wave of disasters. Pollution has entered the house through its doorway, and this crack in the abyss has been considered useless.

The tremors of the earth did not stop, and the pollution of the abyss and the pollution of the Chaos Sea were still continuing to fight, but the rising of the sun had ended, and the next problem was not something he needed to worry about.

Next, it is the turn of the dark side of the universe and Desire Cassava to worry about whether the abyss will turn into the Chaos Sea and the Sea of ​​Chaos or the Chaos Sea and the Sea of ​​Chaos?

Well, that’s a good question. I believe the dark side of the universe would be happy to worry about this.

The cracks in the abyss began to bubble again. Tang pretended to be calm. A dark golden staff flew out from the abyss and rushed straight towards Tang. However, it was stuffed back into the system warehouse by the system halfway.

The next moment, the calmness that Tang had deliberately pretended to have was suddenly broken. Without any hesitation, or even a word to the system, he directly entered the Euclidean space and fled far away, not even caring about the extraordinary characteristics that the hapless farmer, the demigod, had extracted not far away.

'? ? '

The system was stunned. "Host?"

"Idiot, where does such a big moon come from above our heads?"

Tang's voice became vague. In the Euclidean space, the images around him flashed wildly. After being promoted to demigod, Tang was able to quickly expand the visual range of the Euclidean space through the spiritual line of his secret puppet, thereby achieving an ability similar to traveling.

Tang took the time to look back, and this look scared him so much that he ran away faster.

With the birth of divinity, he himself underwent essential changes. Compared with the previous false demigod, Tang could observe more things and see more things that were ignored.

Just like in the previous battle, he looked around many times and did not notice any hidden existence at all.

A figure suddenly appeared above the red moon. It was a figure wearing a hood and a dark robe, with a dull gaze, a pretty face, and a feminine and gentle appearance.

She didn't know how long she stayed in the sky under the red moon, and how many things she saw.

Tang gritted his teeth, his heart pounding.

He said that there was something wrong with the promotion ceremony just now, and that something had crawled onto his head and was looking at him!

Otherwise, where would the red moon come from as part of his ascension ritual? It couldn't be the Fallen Mother Goddess secretly watching him!

There was also the sight coming from a distance. Tang subconsciously thought it was unimportant before, but now thinking about it, this sight seemed to have existed since the beginning of the battle, when he appeared in front of the Dark Side God-Descender of the Universe.

The observation that can also resist Euclidean space, the same secret and coincidence, watching the trend of the times, well, the high-sequence audience is most likely Adam, that old Deng!

It's so funny, one of them is a true god, and the other is the king of angels, just watching him fight?

The abyss behind him, the countless oil, and the cracks connecting to the abyss were rapidly fading, as if being erased by an eraser.

The figure in the long robe was gradually disappearing, and there was no sign of him looking towards Tang Yuan's disappearing figure.

Even in Euclidean space, where a momentary worm of a sequence can be observed without being noticed, it is difficult to see the craters hidden behind the secrets without careful observation.

That's the Mother of Secrets, that's the Goddess of Night! Sequence 0, the true god at the top of the sequence!

Even if he could try to stay and observe by relying on the special nature of Euclidean space, who knew whether the goddess who held the power of secrets could follow clues to notice his gaze and learn more of his secrets? Even if he couldn't influence himself in Euclidean space, he couldn't stay here forever.

Moreover, as long as they could break through the defense line of Euclidean space, it wouldn't be difficult to wipe him out at the same time.

This may not be impossible for the Goddess of Night.

Never underestimate the power of a god. This is the common understanding of Beyonders who have lived in the Beyonder world since childhood and know some of its secrets.

"0-17, the Hidden Angel, the Sky Mother who can serve as a vessel for the Evernight Goddess's divine descent, Antigonus's sister, a Sequence 2 Hidden Servant."

Tang was glad that he ran fast, or maybe the goddess let him go and wanted to see where he came from. In any case, she didn't wipe him out immediately, otherwise Tang would have to be neighbors with the cutting board fish.

He doesn't want to talk about life with the goddess now!
Tang is self-aware. He is not some wealthy and charming man. Moreover, his family composition is too special. The god of death is still alive, so who knows what attitude these inhuman gods have towards them, the descendants of the god of death?

Take a gamble and do something beneficial to society, stay there and wait for the judgment of the goddess, either be erased, be released, or let him join the Church of Darkness and become the archbishop of the church?
Stop joking, okay? There's a saying in the world of mysticism: 'Believe in the power of God, but don't believe in His mercy.'

The goddess' attitude was unclear, and he had no reason to join the Church of Evernight. Was he so foolish as to wait for the goddess to have a heart-to-heart talk with him, and then become the knife that backstabbed his father for the Church of Evernight?
The descendants of the god of death, the fortune tellers, all of them are dancing in the minefield of the Church of Evernight.

There is also a priest named Lao Deng, who doesn't know whether the attempt by the gods from the dark side of the universe to open the gate to the abyss is the trend of the times preset by the King of Angels.

If so, then he who disrupted this trend is probably also being targeted.

Tang was glad that he had a lot of anti-divination and anti-prophecy things here, the system, the Euclidean space, and the pollution erupting from the abyss and the chaotic sea. These could greatly affect Adam's gaze. Moreover, he did not show his true face. I'm afraid the goddess also brought down a secret power to prevent him from being completely exposed to Adam.

Even if he is exposed, maybe he can still manipulate it and use the goddess to block the knife, so that Adam will mistake him for the evil wizard of the Night Family... Why does this routine feel so familiar?

Otherwise, one day not only Amon will be in Tingen, but Adam will also come to sit with him when he has nothing to do.

After running a long way, Tang even saw two demigods rushing towards the meteorite crater.

They should be high-ranking officials of the Orthodox Church.

(End of this chapter)