Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 106 105 'Amon'

Tang tried to pick up the water glass on the table, but his hand passed through the old-looking glass without any physical contact.

It is just a projection of high dimension onto low dimension, a "depression" of Euclidean space in the real world.

This is similar to two pieces of white paper parallel to the ground and parallel to each other. One of the papers is poked in the corner by an external force, pressing it towards the other paper.

Parts of the two sheets of paper overlap, but this overlapping part cannot be considered as one, just as the things drawn on the first sheet of paper cannot actually appear on the second sheet of paper.

What is on the first piece of paper belongs to the first piece of paper, and what is on the second piece of paper can only belong to the second piece of paper.

It seems to be in the real world, but it still belongs to different spaces. The two worlds are completely parallel. In this case, the higher dimension still has no real power to affect the lower dimension.

"The overall dimensionality reduction of Euclidean space will cause this effect. In this state, I will also be protected by Euclidean space. Just like before, when I observed the Worm of Time without being noticed, the God-descended from the dark side of the universe tried to find my trace but returned empty-handed. Attacks are ineffective, divinations are ineffective, and danger intuition cannot find the source of danger. The influence of all extraordinary powers is blocked."

I'm afraid that even the angels in the thief's path cannot steal his things because he is not in the real world, this is just a projection.

"...Not really. It's also possible that some of the power of Euclidean space was stolen? But I'm not sure what abnormalities would arise if I did that."

In addition to being able to be seen, Tang's safety is also greatly guaranteed in this state.

"This is an offer the Puppet Master cannot refuse. In this state, I can also reduce the dimension of my extraordinary ability."

Tang recalled his previous battle with the judge. "Combined with the manipulation of the spirit thread, just like I did with Colonel Rune, if they're completely unaware of the Trickster's true location, I can completely puppeteer them at close range. As long as they don't suddenly escape beyond my observation range, they'll never know where the Trickster is hiding until they die."

Well, this seems very strange.

He is treacherous and invisible, and cannot be found or caught. Even until death, not even his shadow can be touched.

Tang looked at the two figures below.

The baby-faced knight looked very cautious, but his inner communication with the angel beside him was always present in front of him.

As he observed the angel and his parasite, Don played with the monocle in his hand while trying to remember what it was like to act out Amon's appearance using the Joker's extraordinary abilities and the mirror in the room.

"Well, like this?" He picked up the monocle and clamped it on his left eye socket. "Like this?"

"Host, your smile is so scary..."

"If you don't know how to speak, then don't speak... Oh, by the way, I'm also quite curious. If I scare you to death, what do you think my mission will become?"

Tang deliberately imitated Amon's voice that he had heard when he was observing Amon before.

Scaring a part of the wilderness of knowledge, his potion should have been digested directly, right?

system:'……'

The system went to the main system crying and asking for comfort... and by the way, see if there are any good things over there, and bring two back for the host.

Main system: ? ?
"It seems like there is really no one here." On the first floor of the castle, the baby-faced knight saw the garden outside the large glass window. It was full of flowers, and each flower was carefully cared for. The soft soil seemed to have a maid working there just now.

Walking past the kitchen, there was still hot food in the kitchen. The baby-faced knight swallowed subconsciously. Driven by strong willpower, he slowly moved his eyes away and stopped looking at those things.

The floor was clean and tidy, and the decorations displayed there also showed that someone had taken good care of them... Pales Zoroast looked around, and the more he looked, the more he felt that the scene was particularly incongruous.

"It's so quiet here."

It wasn't just the silence of the senses; there was no living thing in the castle.

For the Time Worm, birds and beasts, flowers, birds, insects, fish, and even microorganisms in the air, all spiritual beings and things with signs of life can be parasitized, but there is nothing left in this castle.

The flowers outside the window cannot be parasitized, the vines and mosses in the corner cannot be parasitized, and the insects in the air cannot be parasitized. There seems to be no living life here, it is a forbidden zone for life.

But to the angels, this scene was horribly false.

Seeing this, the angel laughed softly.

"Illusion."

As the word fell, the surrounding scene suddenly changed.

It was still the same castle, still the same corridor, but the surroundings had changed drastically.

The black stone bricks on the ground were broken, the walls were covered with green plants and full of cracks, the once delicious soup in the kitchen was covered with white maggots, and the chef in charge had long since turned into a skeleton, staring at the door with empty eyes.

The windows had long been shattered into pieces, and the ground was covered with broken glass. The tender flowers in the garden had long withered, and in their place were dry, fleshless hands that stretched out from the ground.

Dusk had arrived, but the crimson moon had not appeared. Instead, a pure white moon shed its light, illuminating the dark bricks. The bricks were covered with fat maggots, and under the protruding bricks, it seemed that countless human corpses were buried.

This sudden change of scene almost made the baby-faced knight fall to the ground. He looked at the surrounding scenes in a daze and confusion, feeling terrified.

"H-H-what happened?"

Pales Zoroaster sighed again, "This is still an illusion."

"Ah?" The baby-faced knight was shocked and terrified. The stone brick floor he felt was so vivid, the stench in the air was so obvious, and the skeletons in the distance were so real.

How could this be an illusion?

"In this extraordinary world, what is impossible?"

Pales Zoroast didn't say anything more, and the next moment he stole away this layer of illusion.

Now, they were finally back to the normal world. But it was still quiet here, and the eerie feeling still existed. This wasn't caused by the magic, but the castle itself was like this.

"The previous marionettes have all disappeared."

Pales Zoroast looked around but didn't find anything strange.

"It seems the mastermind behind this has discovered someone knows the castle's secret... Then, a High-Sequence Beyonder of the Diviner Path, or a corresponding Sealed Artifact, is clearly nearby. Who could it be? And what are they planning to do?"

He was already somewhat curious about this question.

And soon, he got the answer.

The sound of footsteps could be heard on the nearby stairs. A thin-looking young man, as if being controlled by something, stepped into the sight of Pallez Zoroast and the Baby-Faced Knight. "Mr. Ramde?" the Baby-Faced Knight exclaimed in surprise. Pallez Zoroast shook his head, but made no attempt to stop his parasite.

"Why are you here?"

Baron Ramde's second son had a pale face.

In this territory, anyone who has lived here long enough knows their lord and the main members of his family very well.

Even though there is a natural gap between nobles and ordinary civilians, nobles stay in their castles all year round and mostly do not show up in front of ordinary people when they go out to socialize. They rarely appear in public. Smarter people can also make a preliminary judgment based on rumors such as age and appearance.

Those who become knights can naturally be regarded as subordinates of the nobles. The first lesson of becoming a knight is to teach them to be loyal to their lord, so it is naturally impossible for them to mistake who they are loyal to.

Even with the dim environment as a cover, it was not difficult to see that Mr. Ram in front of him looked unwell, as if he had been tortured for a long time. His expression was like that of a mummy, numb and helpless.

"Mr. Ramde, it's like this..."

The baby-faced knight subconsciously wanted to explain something, to show that they had no ill intentions, but he also realized it.

"You shouldn't be here, you shouldn't be here..." Little Ramde just kept repeating this sentence, making people feel that he was not a person with his own thoughts, but a beautifully made puppet who could only do certain things that had been set up in a monotonous and repetitive manner.

And Mr. Ramde Jr., the word he used was, 'you'?
He saw it? He saw that being with extraordinary power?
This abnormality, this indescribable sense of weirdness frightened the baby-faced knight.

Although he did not have much knowledge of mysticism, he suddenly understood at this moment what the so-called "crazy, weird but extraordinary tone" meant.

It was at this moment that Pales Zoroast took action.

"Mr. Zoroaster! Wait!"

Ignoring the irrationality of his host, Pales Zoroast immediately tried to steal the spiritual thread of the marionette in front of him.

However, the spirit thread was unusually tough, causing Pales to wonder if there was something wrong with his extraordinary power, or if he was still in a new illusion.

The illusions are layered upon layer, making it difficult to guard against. This is an illusion cast by a high-sequence Beyonder from the Diviner Path!

Pales's brows furrowed immediately, but he quickly realized the problem. This wasn't a problem with the illusion, nor was it that his extraordinary ability had failed. It was—

"The source of the spirit thread is wrong."

The battle-hardened angel immediately gave up the idea of ​​stealing the spirit thread and changed his strategy to steal the function of the little Ramde doll in front of him.

For High-Sequence Beyonders, facing emergencies, urgent yet incomprehensible events, years of experience have provided them with ample cases, allowing them to develop efficient, fast, and accurate response plans.

The spiritual thread cannot be stolen, so destroy this secret doll.

"You guys shouldn't be here—"

Little Ramde stretched out his hand and instantly grabbed the spiritual thread belonging to the baby-faced knight.

The next moment, a sense of sluggishness washed over the Baby-Faced Knight's spirit. He would be turned into a marionette in a matter of seconds. Pales immediately stole the marionette's control over the spirit thread, and also stole the command the marionette had received from the other end of the spirit thread.

The puppet cannot think and has no way of doing anything other than the orders of the manipulator behind it. Under the premise that the spiritual thread cannot be stolen, stealing the orders conveyed to the puppet by the spiritual thread is equivalent to abolishing the puppet.

"Look behind you."

But the order from the manipulator behind the scenes was full of suggestive instructions, as if the person on the other end of the spiritual line knew very well that he was facing an angel who was stealing the path, and knew and understood that the other party would definitely do this, so this sentence was not given to the secret doll, but to him.

This instruction was the thought conveyed to him by the demigod behind the spiritual thread.

Pales looked back, unfazed by the suggestive instruction.

"Even if it's a trap, it's easy to fall into a passive position if you don't understand the situation. It's better to take the initiative and know what it is."

Behind him was nothing but a secret doll that had been hidden long ago.

When Pales stole the illusion, he discovered that some things here had been quietly transformed into secret dolls. The spiritual insects in these secret dolls could use the extraordinary abilities of the high-sequencers of the fortune-teller path.

"But this crudely crafted marionette is incapable of intimidating a battle-hardened Beyonder."

As long as Amon's true form doesn't suddenly appear—

Then, he saw a person who looked exactly like the little Ramde in front of him, an unexpected person.

"Pallez?"

Little Ramde behind him had a raised mouth, a gentle expression, and warm and bright eyes, as if filled with joy from the heart.

But in his left eye socket, he wore a monocle that seemed to be carved out of crystal.

The reflection from the monocle revealed the figure of Pales Zoroast, and the baby-faced knight who was completely unable to react and could only barely keep up the pace the entire time.

"So you are here."

Pales was startled, obviously frightened by Amon's silent appearance.

He didn't notice at all when Amon's clone appeared beside him!

"Is this a clone or the real body?!" Facing his nemesis, the angel subconsciously took action.

He instantly stole the space around him, as if trying to distance himself from Amon's clone.

If there is an Amon here, it proves that there are many Amons nearby.

When did the theft of Amon's destiny become so silent?
Is this really a trap?

I don't know when black curtains fell from the sky, isolating this place from the real world, as if forming a secret world.

After Pales stole the space, he and the parasite did not leave the castle as expected.

At the same time, the angel's spiritual thread seemed to be caught.

The feeling of mental sluggishness did not arise. The 'Amon' in front of him looked interested. He took off his monocle and began to wipe it carefully.

(End of this chapter)