Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 113 Chapter 112 Children's Miracle
"Experiment Number One has failed. Warren Jefferson failed to complete the Sequence 8 Provocateur's advancement to Sequence 7 Fire Mage. He is out of control and has been confirmed to be accommodated by the Crimson Campus."

"Experiment number two, failed... Incomplete Sequence 9 Diviner's advancement to Sequence 8 Clown. Out of control. Confirmed to be accommodated by the Crimson Campus."

"Experiment number three, failed... The Sequence 9 Peeping Secrets upgrade to Sequence 8 Combat Master failed. Beyonder characteristics recovered. The body has been dumped on the Crimson Campus."

"Experiment number four failed..."

"Experiment No. 5..."

"Experiment No. 7, success... Mission status record. Knowledge naturally acquired from the potion. To meet the requirements, you must reach at least Sequence ..."

"Experiment No. 18, failed..."

"Number 27..."

'The task status has been updated.'

"Please recruit outstanding students with the above qualities! And provide them with preliminary training in mysticism!"

'Task Progress: 2/100'

Among a hundred people, there would always be one or two lucky ones. Even if there was no digestion process for the potion, their spirit was able to linger while taking the potion, and they were not killed by the pollution contained in the potion. They did not go truly crazy, but gained knowledge and extraordinary power, and were promoted to Sequence 7 Beyonders.

In Baron Ramde's territory, in recent years, all death row prisoners who have committed crimes and are sentenced to death, no matter if they have been hiding their identities or have been caught by the knights and are awaiting the death penalty, have been brought back to the never-ending theater by the secret puppet.

The Theater Core used them as experimental materials. There was no shortage of low-sequence Beyonder characteristics here. The huge theater controlled by the Theater Core contained countless low- and medium-level puppets. It was equally easy for this "0" level, quite active seal to remove the puppetization, obtain Beyonder characteristics, and gather a path of low-sequence coherent Beyonder characteristics.

Then, it's a fairly simple process.

The core of the theater carried out the instructions of the "master". The cold and ruthless "0" level seal slowly rotated, crushing the bodies and souls of these humans, making them the nourishment of the theater and feeding this huge miracle creation.

Those who meet the requirements are locked up, those who die have their extraordinary characteristics recovered, and those who go crazy and turn into monsters are thrown into the Crimson Campus, becoming one of the many strange stories on that campus.

Recycling, disassembly and fusion. Low-sequence student marionettes bravely die while professor marionettes preparing potions are calm and insane. Ordinary people are the cheapest "garbage" here, thrown away after use. Even Sequence 7s who have been cultivated, who have endured the erosion of potions and have not lost control of the experimental subjects, are still the lowest level of existence here, without human rights. Even hanging them on the eaves to make marionettes is just a waste.

They are merely tools to complete system tasks and have no value in themselves.

Indifference and cruelty are the characteristics of the seal itself, the spiritual imprint of its previous owner, the "miracle worker".

In fact, when it saw the new cubs, it also wanted to hang them up as secret dolls.

Ah, of course there is no way around it. This is its negative impact. Any living creature that dares to approach here should follow the instructions of the spiritual thread and be hung high. That would be a miracle!

Olson looked at the children around him, then looked at the War Bishop outside the door.

The War Bishop looked at Olson and nodded at him.

Although he was still the puppet of the theater's core, the existence of the 'bionic puppet' module made this Sequence 3 high-level saint loyal to Tang, who was already in a deep sleep, rather than the actual operator of the puppet, that is, the theater's core.

The Theater Core often feels exhausted by his disobedient marionettes and wants to hang up the War Bishop and marionette him again to see what went wrong.

Of course, it has never been put into practice.

That weird wizard and that damn thing on him are too weird. Ami tofu, eat vegetarian food and chant Buddhist scriptures, lie down and lie down.

Seeing that the person outside had no intention of helping, Olson looked at the child brought back by the secret doll.

Some of them opened their eyes wide with ignorance, some looked trembling, afraid of this new environment, some seemed calm, but their eyes couldn't help but look and scrutinize, and some were full of yearning and admiration.

He looked at the War Bishop outside the door in a somewhat collapsed manner, his eyes begging for help as if it were real.

He is really not good at taking care of children!

The War Bishop looks at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, which is hilarious. There is nothing like this written in his character card.

I don't know, I'm not clear, I don't understand. This is the responsibility of you living people. He is just an ordinary puppet. What actions could he take that go against his character?

Olsson: ...

Olsson forced a stiff smile and said to the children, "Let's go wash first. The older children will take the younger ones with them. The boys will be in one team, and the girls will be in another..."

He looked at the two oldest children present.

A boy named Robert Andrews, an orphan, and a girl named Arlene Catherine, who has a mother who is seriously ill and recuperating in the church. She takes her mother's surname.

These children who were transferred in and gathered together had been placed in a small church next to the school auditorium before Olsson came. After a few hours of getting along with each other, the group of children seemed to have found their backbone and developed the most basic trust in the two children who seemed to be the oldest.

An unfamiliar environment can easily stimulate people to huddle together for warmth. Seeing Olsson looking at her, the girl called Yalin stood up, and the boy next to her followed suit.

Olsson noticed the bruises and scars on the girl's body. Her face had the numbness unique to the lower class, but there was light in her eyes.

At this moment, someone walked in from outside the door. They were two nuns in monastic robes. They had gentle expressions and would not make people feel bored. The symbols on their robes were not any of the symbols of the Church of the Seven Gods, but abstract symbols composed of twisted lines and pupilless eyes.

They murmured praises to the miracle, ran their fingers across the front of them, made a strange prayer, and then looked at Olson.

Olsson nodded to them, and they led the boy and girl out together.

Olson couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that he wasn't dealing with it alone.

"Really? Why do you make me do this?"

He complained a bit, but at the same time, he was also vaguely puzzled by Tang's state. Having been overwhelmed by the task of taking care of the child, Olson, as a traveler with enough experience, thought about Tang's previous state.

The Abraham family possesses a complete apprenticeship pathway and was once a family with angel-level powerhouses. Even though they declined due to the full moon curse, their occult knowledge would be passed down from generation to generation, allowing future generations to continue to reap the "benefits of the times."

The Abraham family has no shortage of knowledge about the fortune tellers and thieves who are neighbors with the apprentices. As one of the few travelers among the Abrahams, Olson's authority is not small, so naturally he knows quite a few secrets.

This includes Sequence 4 of the Fortune Teller Path, the abilities of the Trickster, potion recipes, and the Ascension Ceremony.

"A strange mage, Tang is already a strange mage, is there something wrong with his mind?"

The biggest problem with the Trickster sequence is the spirit worm that is constantly splitting. The Trickster is also one of the few demigods in many sequences who needs anchor support at the 4th stage of sequence.

As Olson recalled the mental state of the Tang when he first met him, he felt that the more he thought about it, the more likely it was.

Could it be that the incomplete ceremony and the forced promotion caused the schizophrenia to become more serious?
So where did the demon he killed come from? Was he from the Blood Cult?

He walked out and wanted to find Tang, but was stopped by the War Bishop.

"What he needs is rest." The War Bishop said concisely.

Olson remained silent and ultimately did not go to look for his friend.

There are mid-sequence extraordinary people with audience access here, and I think Tang should be able to handle this.

Olsson exhaled.

"I'm going to check on the kids," he said.

The campus was very large. After the nuns had washed the children and distributed two sets of clean and hygienic clothes, some equally neatly dressed young boys and girls led them through the wide and clean roads to the huge building in the distance.

The road was paved with dark blue asphalt, with white buildings scattered across the landscape, flower beds and various greenery scattered throughout. There was no sign of dirt, disorder, or squalor. The eyes of those who paused not far away were curious, but without malice, without any desire for profit. The place was clean, pure, and reassuring.

There are no hungry women and children here, the air is clear, there is no foul odor caused by garbage that has not been cleared away in time, no maggots and flies attracted by corpses, and the air is filled with the aroma of food. Some people are laughing and playing, showing the youthful vigor unique to young people, without any trace of the misery of facing life.

For the masses at the bottom of society, everything here seemed like a dream, unreal and disorienting, like the kingdom of the gods preached by the major churches, a paradise to be reached only after death...

"You four will share a room, and you can choose roommates you trust. If you don't feel you can take care of the children, you can leave them to me. There are excellent teachers in the school who can also take good care of them."

Leading a group of girls to the corridor on the fourth floor, the leader, a girl in a black robe with a gentle face, spoke lightly and pleasantly, her lively and moving voice seemed to be full of magic, which made the girls involuntarily let down their guard.

"My name is Emily. I'm a member of the student union. If you have any questions, you can come to me."

"Can she come with us?"

The leader of the group of outside girls asked the student council member, referring to Ava, who was only four years old and her sister was only seven years old.

"Of course, that's your right," Emily said. "After you get yourselves sorted, um, then we can go explore other places."

"To be honest, I'm a bit tired after visiting the entire school in one day," she suggested sincerely. "How about we go to the cafeteria and eat something first?"

"Food, canteen?"

A girl asked weakly, "Is this a place where I can eat? Can I eat my fill? Does it cost money... I, I haven't had a full meal in a long time, and I don't have any money..."

"Of course you can eat your fill, and now you don't need money." Emily said enthusiastically.

"The school has a certain subsidized loan policy for freshmen. For those of you who are underage or unable to earn your own money, the school will give you a portion of the money every month to cover your tuition and living expenses. Of course, you will need to pay it back when you grow up. As long as you perform well, there will also be grants and scholarships every year, which is enough for you to live a normal life."

"You know, Miskatonic is the only school in the Northern Continent, and it will be the greatest school ever built, unprecedented and unrivaled... Seriously, the noodles in the cafeteria next to the Language School are really good. Believe me, this is a good decision."

"Okay, take a break and put your clothes in the closet. The bedding and other things are ready. We will buy the rest later." Emily pushed open the door of the dormitory. The clean and tidy environment inside made the girls who stopped there widen their eyes again.

“Can we really live here?”

"Every Miskatonic student lives here. Of course, if you prefer to live alone, the school can accommodate that. But you need to decide on your major before you decide on it. This is just a transitional place."

Emily turned on the light in the room, letting the bright white light illuminate the four-person dormitory.

This was not a candle. The strange light source made a group of children stop and gasp.

"That's the bed. The bathroom is on the balcony... It's very clean, but you're responsible for cleaning up after yourself. If you make a mess, the teachers will come to check... All the rooms are of the same standard. Don't worry, we have plenty of rooms here, more than enough. Look, the window of this room overlooks the playground outside. It gets lively there at night. The seniors are in class right now..."

While they were chattering, the older children led the younger ones to tidy up the bed. The skinny little children explored everything they could see with curiosity, their hearts pounding with excitement.

Until they clumsily picked up the chopsticks, or grabbed the bread on the table with their clean little hands, and took a bite and the sweet taste almost occupied all their taste buds, some of them cried, while others laughed while crying.

They didn't know what their fate would be at the beginning, but if this was a dream, then let it continue.

This is a miracle, this is their miracle.

This kind of ethereal spiritual feedback is like a pool of sweet spring water that is constantly flowing out to the miracle worker, gurgling out, endlessly and steadily.

The core of the theater was instantly satisfied. This was much more comfortable than the explosions (creation miracles) in the laboratory on the inner campus all day long.
Flowers you've never seen before, upon seeing the sun, can't help but chase after it. For those living at the bottom of society, even a tiny bit of kindness from those in higher positions is, in their eyes, an incomparable miracle.

And this miracle came from the master of this territory who brought them here.

(End of this chapter)