Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 112 111 Anchor

The feeling of being on the verge of losing control was not a good one. Tang almost thought that his personality would be decomposed directly because of his own thoughts. Every spiritual worm came back to life and became a new consciousness, assimilated by the Euclidean space itself.

"Because those are not my memories, they don't belong to the history of the present 'me'. The future is uncertain. Even the most powerful prophet can only predict a sign, a revelation, not the reality of the future that will inevitably unfold."

That kind of thing does not exist in the world of mysticism. The future is constantly changing. Countless extraordinary people who are good at divination and prophecy are constantly getting inspiration from the spiritual world. Every time they get inspiration, the future will change.

In mysticism, the term "future" has always been synonymous with revelations gained through divination and prophecy. No one can be certain of the future. Even the visionaries, the visionary dragon Angerweed, and now the Sequence 1 visionary angel Adam, who possess the authority to "the future I declare will come true," cannot truly control the future.

Euclidean space possesses observable properties, but in the future, it may also possess an unobservable quality. It's like a disaster locked in a Pandora's box; anyone who opens it will suffer horrific damage.

The sequence is not enough, the extraordinary power is insufficient, and the anchor point cannot provide stable support. The knowledge gained from the "absolutely correct future" will lead to madness, causing the observer's mind to disintegrate and completely turn into a monster with distorted time and space.

And that gold coin is one of the keys to open Pandora's Box.

"It's a very scary phenomenon. Observing Euclidean space isn't absolutely safe either. It's inherently dangerous."

Tang thought about the first time he went to see the situation in the Euclidean space. If he didn't have the crazy knowledge to filter the information, he would lose control in the first place because of the information he received that he couldn't process.

The extraordinary world is really dangerous. God knows what reasons will lead you to a dead end from which there is no turning back.

"But why is my future self warning me like this? And what will the future be like?"

After becoming a Sequence 1, did he jump to a non-adjacent path and ascend to godhood like Emperor Roselle did?
"The power of yesterday's reappearance spell spread far and wide, so far that it shouldn't have been possible to only see me, a Sequence 1, in the mausoleum."

The line is clearly drawn, as if if he crosses this line, he will encounter unpredictable danger and die a complete and mad death.

Moreover, every time yesterday reappeared, this scene appeared. Although there were also subjective factors involved, it was impossible for him to be promoted to Sequence 1 in the mausoleum, nor was it possible for him to stay there after becoming Sequence 1, right?
And this phenomenon, this self-stabilizing thing, has a special mystical term to describe it.

Anchor point.

Is he, at Sequence 1, his own anchor, to some degree? Helping him stabilize himself, giving strength to his past self, and clear cognition for his future self?

Sequence 1, powerful enough.

Therefore, he knew he was destined to become a Sequence 1's mysterious attendant. This wasn't contamination, but rather a constant anchor point within Euclidean space, a filter. All efforts to borrow power from the future before this point in time would directly point to his Sequence 1 self, rather than progressing further into the future...

No, I can't think about it anymore.

Tang felt a dull headache. Even though he was not in the observer state, his spiritual intuition still reminded him frantically not to think about it any further, as it would lead to a terrible disaster.

Tang took out the Sun Scepter and gave himself a psychoanalysis amid the squeaking electronic sounds of the system, using the extraordinary power of the operator to subconsciously stop thinking about the corresponding content.

Sitting on the high-back chair, Tang was limp like a caterpillar, his bones seemed to have been pulled out, staring blankly at the ceiling.

He had no energy, as if he had lost his fighting spirit. After just going through a brainstorming session, Tang just wanted to lie here lazily, doing nothing, until the end of time.

A voice faintly came from his head, saying 'Don't think about it anymore, let things develop, let it go'. Tang did not respond to the thoughts hidden deep in his heart, but slumped quietly in the chair, without saying a word.

After a long time, he slowly sat up, got up and left, and went to chat with his dear mother who was attending class with a group of "college students". Then he was gently signaled to shut up by the other party.

The Secret Doll Professor on the podium: ...

The accompanying secret student: ...

system:……

Tang:?

Oh no, I am your most beloved baby, mommy, don’t you love me anymore?

The core of the theater: Haha, I laughed to death.

This means this lady's treatment has been upgraded! Secret puppets, show your enthusiasm! Treat her to delicious food and drinks!

It's going to piss this idiot off! Lose control! Lose control now!

Mrs. Boyanka still looked dignified, with a smile on her face, but some wrinkles that appeared with age could be seen.

"Quiet down, Tang. Don't those, um, rules you posted say no fighting during class?"

Tang: ...

He opened his mouth, but no words came out.

Ok.

The professor was talking about, uh, sorry, poetry collections and stuff like that, he's really not very good at dealing with them...

Before he knew it, Tang fell asleep.

When I woke up again, it was already an hour later.

"Host, you slept for a long time~ Mama is so gentle, hehe~"

That seems to be my mother...

"But host, there seems to be something wrong with your mind..."

The system has all of Tang's information. Apart from the special aspects of his spirit, the digitized host panel allows the system to quickly analyze any problems with its own host.

"It's okay." Tang rubbed the red marks on his face, smoothed back his hair that was deformed due to deep sleep, and used the power of the faceless man to quickly restore it to its original shape.

One after the other, Mrs. Boyanka and they left the classroom, with a group of secret students who were obviously more enthusiastic, and sat down on a bench next to a busy square.

Tang said nothing, as if his soul was wandering in space. He sat beside his mother and said nothing.

Mrs. Boyanka also didn't ask anything. The two of them interacted quietly, but it didn't seem awkward.

Staring blankly into the distance, Tang's anxiety about facing Amon and the future was gradually soothed under the warm sunlight. He withdrew his gaze and looked at his mother who seemed to be looking into the distance. Mrs. Boyanka also returned her gaze when her youngest son looked over.

"It looks like you haven't had a good rest for a long time, Tang. Go back and have a good sleep now. Nothing is more important than your health."

Just like when she was a child, Mrs. Boyanka was always gentle, showing concern, but never saying anything to dissuade her.

Tang responded softly, and then he heard his mother say, "Do you need a hug? Although my child has grown up, as a mother, I think this may be what you need now."

She was incapable of doing anything else, and seemed to understand nothing, not the horror of the beyond, not the danger of Amon, and not the future.

She had never taken the initiative to ask about her youngest son's strange behavior, this place related to the extraordinary, her husband's departure, and her eldest son's departure.

But she seemed to understand everything, like a true wise person. When Tang was almost losing control, his mind was wavering, and he needed psychological comfort the most, she gave him the most useful thing she could as a mother. Tang's mind was at peace in his mother's embrace.

He knew that he needed some sleep to suppress his recent anxious nerves, the fatigue and stress accumulated from working non-stop, and the subtle schizophrenia after being promoted to a strange wizard.

Only then would he have more energy to deal with Amon and the Angel King lurking behind the scenes.

After saying goodbye to his mother, Tang went to see the psychiatrist in the school clinic, who was a Sequence 6 hypnotist from the audience channel.

After obtaining control of the hypnotist's puppet from the theater core, Tang installed a 'bionic puppet' module on his new puppet, set up the corresponding personality, and then conducted a formal psychoanalysis.

As a trickster, he has a split mind and body and must always pay attention to his own mental state. Otherwise, if the anchoring effect of the ritual cannot restrain the spirit insects, he might have to split several spirit insects with their own wills out to sing.

After coming out of the school clinic, Tang went to find Olson again and asked him to help keep an eye on the possible newcomers.

"Someone new here?"

Olson looked puzzled. He looked around and asked suspiciously, "A new secret doll?"

"No, they are all normal people, ordinary people who have had no or only superficial exposure to occult knowledge." Tang said, "Most of them are abandoned children. I will find someone to handle the few who need special treatment. Don't worry."

"Are you planning on using this place as, uh, an orphanage?"

Olsson hesitated for a moment before uttering the following word: "But I have no experience in childcare."

"Go ahead and learn. Maybe you'll be able to do it if you try." Tang spread his hands. "By the way, Olson, how's your potion digesting?"

Olson is a Sequence 5 Traveler. Ever since problems arose within the Abraham family and the high-ranking demigods went mad, even if the travelers digested the Sequence 5 potion, they found it difficult or dared not to advance.

And now, in the never-ending theater, where the full moon's whispers would not cause things to get out of control, Olson had previously expressed his desire to attempt to advance to a Sequence 4 mystic.

"I have the Beyonder characteristic of a Mystic Mage. Well, I'll be able to try to advance in a while." Olson was startled when he said this. He glanced at his friend several times and asked, "Have you digested the potion?"

No, no.

"Sequence 4, Trickster." Tang raised his lips and pointed at himself, "I'm already a demigod."

Olson was stunned for a moment. Oh no, how long has it taken you to become a demigod?

"Who did you kill?" he asked subconsciously.

Which unlucky guy ran into your gun?
"A Sequence 4 devil."

Tang Hui was calm and composed, and of course, he didn't elaborate too much. After all, if he continued, a lot of things would be brought up.

Even though they were friends he had known for a long time, Tang had no intention of revealing all of his past.

Before the petrified Olson's eyes, Tang waved goodbye.

Returning to his room, Tang instructed the system, "I need to get some good sleep. This could be just one night, or it could be a long time."

"Everything must be done according to my previous plan. If you encounter any special circumstances," Tang was silent for a moment, "ask your master system, or the theater core, the war bishop. If it is extremely urgent, call me."

‘Okay, host. ’

The psychologist's advice was correct. He couldn't do everything by himself. Carrying too much pressure could really be devastating.

At this time, proper mental relaxation is the best medicine.

Tang lay on the bed and took a breath. Tang finally relaxed his nerves, which had been tense ever since he had found the God-descended One from the dark side of the universe, and had exhausted his brain to deal with the old man, as well as the mental shock of having glimpsed the future not long ago.

Don't think about anything, don't think about anything.

Soft music sounded, and the system downloaded the light music that the host of the old era liked from the knowledge base and played it.

Soon, the host's breathing became steady, and his consciousness settled into the sea of ​​subconsciousness. With the help of psychoanalysis, he cleared away the mental garbage and alleviated the mental split caused by loss of control.

The system thought, it should do something.

Therefore, the system decisively climbed along the network cable towards the main system.

Knowledge Wildness: ? ?

-

"Warren Jefferson, you killed four girls in just two weeks. Once your crime is made public, hanging will be your only option."

In the dark room, a slovenly-looking middle-aged man was struggling hard, his hands and feet fixed to the table and the ground by an invisible force, his eyes wide open with fear but unable to make any sound. In front of him were three glass bottles emitting a hazy aura, some twisted and some bursting.

A young man wearing a white coat and glasses, who looked like a doctor, picked up a glass bottle on the table, and the liquid inside shook.

"You have two choices."

"First, obey the rules of the territory and be hanged..."

"Two, I choose two!"

The middle-aged man screamed in horror.

"It's a very correct choice." The young man in the white coat sighed.

"Who are you? Why did you tie me up? I just killed a few people. Even without me, they wouldn't survive for more than a few days!"

The young man in the white coat did not answer the middle-aged man at all. He walked over slowly and poured the liquid in the glass bottle into the middle-aged man's mouth.

"Then you become a hunter."

Red Sacrifice Path, Sequence 9 Potion, Hunter.

After drinking the potion, the middle-aged man coughed. He felt something he had never noticed before. He felt like he was rising, as if he was experiencing some degree of...

"This, this is..."

He widened his eyes, and the young man in a white coat beside him raised his eyebrows as if listening to something, and then continued to pick up the potion on the table, without any concern for the digestion of the potion, nor any concern for whether someone would lose control and become a monster.

"no, do not want!"

He picked up the Provocateur potion and continued to drink it under the middle-aged man's horrified gaze.

(End of this chapter)