Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 117 Chapter 116 Cold
The materialization of SAN value is not a good thing.

Tang thought.

This means that what happens next will greatly affect his mental state, and he must use the concrete SAN value to allow him to self-evaluate his own condition to ensure safety.

This cannot be replaced by the marionette for reading, because the influence will be transmitted to him synchronously through reading. Whether he reads or the marionette reads, the result will be the same.

"Perhaps, we could have a marionette equipped with a 'Bionic Marionette' module do this? After installing the module, we could disconnect the spirit cord?"

He made sure that his mosaic glasses were firmly on his body and would not fall off 'suddenly' or 'coincidentally', but he still let go of the edge of the Necronomicon, crossed his hands on the table, and stared silently at the book in front of him.

'Host…'

"It's normal to be afraid of the unknown," Tang said calmly. "After all, what clean thing could be called the Necronomicon?"

"Just next time, don't dig out something from your main system that even scares you and give it to me..." Do you know that this is really going to shorten your life?
"...How about we study it later?"

"Amon will probably be visiting soon, so there's no time for that."

Tang shook his head, raised his hand again, and pressed it on the edge of the Book of the Dead.

"A demigod-level marionette might be destroyed every time it's used, and a mid- to low-sequence marionette might die just by looking at it... Since the Knowledge Wilds can give me this thing, there are definitely dangers, but it's definitely not going to kill me directly."

Unless Knowledge Wilderness is completely crazy, giving him something that can kill him is not the right thing to do.

Of course, a demigod of the fortune-teller path would never perform unprepared, and he would not do such a thing without keeping some tricks up his sleeve.

Having the War Bishop in place in Euclidean space, and using the strong interference of Euclidean space to prepare for the possibility of replacing the secret puppet at any time, Tang also took out a talisman made by the theater to recreate the past. Tang instructed, "If there is a problem, you control my body and directly recreate the past to ask for help from my future self."

'OK……'

Tang inserted his fingers into the book, and the pages inside felt normal. With a slight movement in his heart, he turned directly to the page where his fingers were turning, without reading the possible prologue or table of contents.

only……

"Knew it."

Tang adjusted his glasses. All the texts, pictures and pages he saw were covered with mosaics. In this situation, he couldn't see anything.

The mosaic glasses for observing the stars will isolate all mental pollution that is higher than the wearer's tolerance value. The wearer will not suffer from the mental shock of mythical creatures, mental pollution, and invisible things through "seeing" and other means.

Tang flipped through the Book of the Dead, and every page was covered in mosaics, and he fell silent again.

Helplessly, he could only take off his glasses.

"Really? There's no room for maneuver at all."

"…" It seems, host, it seems that not giving you room to operate is the normal thing…

tick...

tick tock...

When Tang took off his glasses and looked at the Book of the Dead in front of him, a foul-smelling liquid seemed to fall from the ceiling and dripped right onto his hand.

A little cold.

The cool water gave him a shudder. Tang subconsciously looked up, only to find that the ceiling had changed.

His pupils suddenly dilated and he looked around. The layout of the principal's office had all disappeared, and all around him was a room that looked quite old.

He stood up suddenly, and at this moment he found that he was already standing. The sealed windows were frosted, and he could not see the scenery outside clearly. He could only vaguely tell that it was a sunny day.

This is a modern-style room, unlike any other era in the world.

Squeak, squeak.

A wooden rocking chair was rocking not far away, as if there had been someone sitting there, but they just happened to leave and no one knew where they went.

tick...

Tang withdrew his gaze from his surroundings, and another drop of water fell from the ceiling. He looked up again, and saw a spot where a strange-smelling liquid was oozing out, dripping from the ceiling.

'SAN value: 86.'

a little cold.

Tang could no longer sense his secret doll. The system's voice rang in his ears, but when Tang called the system, there was no response.

Only the cold SAN value swayed before him.

"Huh, calm down, calm down. How can a trickster be frightened by something weird..."

In his previous life, Tang was not an avid fan of Cthulhu mythology, and did not have a very detailed understanding of Cthulhu mythology. He had only heard of the names of more famous ancient gods such as Cthulhu and Yog-Sothoth, and did not know much about the Book of the Dead.

But the decrease in SAN value means that something is affecting his own mental thinking.

Mental pollution? Or insane knowledge? Did he enter the world of the book because of what he saw in it?
With a snap, Tang snapped his fingers, and a ball of flame ignited the wooden chair not far away. The warm firelight made the room slightly warmer. This was the magician's extraordinary ability.

"I can't connect to the system, so many of my magical items are unusable, but I can still use my own extraordinary abilities."

The most likely possibility is that the spirit is traveling.

At this moment, a low roar of some mechanical rotation was heard above my head.

And, bang bang bang, someone is knocking on the floor with something.

It was as if someone upstairs had noticed him and was giving him a warning by knocking on the floor.

Tang raised his head and his eyes darkened. He let the fire continue to burn, thinking that it would not matter even if the whole house was set on fire. He then turned the door of the room and looked outside.

What I saw was a somewhat old house built with reddish-brown sandstone and renovated with marble and some wooden decorations. It was not new, but very cold.

It’s cold…

'SAN value: 82.'

"Two more points."

The concept of 'cold' is problematic. A cult sacrifice? Some kind of ritual?
Tang decided to make a quick decision before his SAN value dropped below 80. As he walked up the stairs, he felt the air getting colder and colder. It wasn't just a physical cold; it was like something in the air was clinging to his body, freezing even his soul.

He subconsciously wanted to enter Euclidean space to observe, but failed.

Tang paused slightly, but continued walking forward.

They are all Sequence 4 Tricksters, and they cannot be timid when one of their escape routes is blocked.

After going up one floor, I saw a closed door.

This was above the room he had just been in. Cold air from the door continued to spread outwards as it transformed into white mist. Tang stretched out his hand, and a flame flickered in his hand.

The evil wizard's spiritual intuition is very sharp. The resident of this room seems to be afraid of fire?

He turned the door and it opened with a click.

The cold air accompanied by the disgusting stench instantly blew away the flames lit by the evil wizard.

But in the next second, the cold air also quickly disappeared. The destructive power of the fire that Tang lit was astonishing, even beyond his own expectations.

The rising temperature replaced the coldness. In front of a bench, a figure with slightly bent legs, who had just stood up from the ground, looked at him blankly.

Tang stared at the figure, stunned.

The next moment, the figure let out a terrifying wail. His body was melting, flesh and blood turning into strands of slime under the not-too-scorching heat. His internal organs, skin, and facial features all melted rapidly as the door opened, the cold air vanished, and the flames flashed.

He wailed and reached out to Tang, but Tang's body was stiff, and there was a lot of knowledge in his mind.

'SAN value: 42.'

In an instant, Tang's brain seemed to be stirred by something, and flesh buds began to appear on his body. Transparent worms seemed to be about to break free from his body at any time, causing his body to collapse.

He didn't hesitate, "Flame Leap!"

Tang immediately appeared in the burning room below.

But the knowledge that kept surging in his mind was not interrupted by this. It was like facing mythical creatures directly, interpreting their forms and the mystical symbols on their bodies. Tang's mind was filled with strange knowledge.

It was magic that could freeze a person, allowing the will, nervous system, and body to remain intact, allowing them to continue functioning even after their organs had stopped working.

It is an alternative form of immortality.

Tang couldn't help but dry heave as the crazy knowledge gathered. The rotten stench in the air made him want to escape immediately, but his body felt like it had fallen into an ice cellar, and he was chilling uncontrollably.

It felt like I was about to be frozen.

When he realized that he had returned to the real world again, his face, eyebrows, and clothes were all covered with a thin layer of ice, like a snowman who had just crawled out of the freezer.

The stench of the melted corpse seemed to still cling to his nasal cavity. Tang couldn't help wanting to retch again, but under the control of the clown, his face twitched, but he finally endured it and didn't spit on the ground.

"Magic that brings the dead back to life..."

The crazy knowledge in his head was subconsciously driven to the deepest part of his memory. The things he interpreted made Tang lean back in the high-back chair, and the chattering of the system seemed a little distant.

"Shut up first."

"Oh, okay, host, you took a total of fifteen minutes. Please treat your mental state as soon as possible."

The auditory and visual hallucinations in my head are gradually subsiding, the feeling of coldness is gradually fading, and the SAN value is stable at 39.

SAN values ​​above 20 and below 60 indicate a moderate SAN drop, with a large number of auditory and visual hallucinations occurring. Schizophrenia will become severe, requiring immediate psychological intervention and long-term psychiatric treatment.

Tang immediately called Gilbert, a Sequence 6 hypnotist, for psychological intervention and treatment.

The SAN value began to rise, very slowly, but finally stabilized.

Tang rubbed his brow, feeling a little tired. "I'll give you the Sun Scepter and borrow the extraordinary power of the manipulator. Can it heal immediately?"

Gilbert: "...You're making things difficult for me."

The hypnotist's face fell. "Beyonders losing control is a very complex issue, involving many aspects, including the mind and body. Even though I'm a Sequence 4 Beyonder, I can't immediately restore other Beyonders to normal."

"…You mean, Sequence 3 is okay?"

Gilbert: ?
Is this how you do your reading comprehension?

He coughed twice. "In short, don't read that book recently. Your mental state is just beginning to recover. Continuous loss of control will lead you to destruction... This is my sincere advice."

Don't commit suicide.

Tang rubbed his brows again and nodded.

Gilbert retreated, and the Book of the Dead was stuffed back into the deepest part of the system warehouse.

Tang looked at the system interface, where a new module had appeared at some point.

'Mythical Skills'

“…” For a moment, I didn’t know where to start complaining.

Tang leaned back in the high-back chair. Although his SAN value had stabilized, his mental state was even worse than before he went to bed.

Fortunately, the auditory and visual hallucinations were easily resolved, and the schizophrenia was resolved in advance after a sleep. Now, with the timely intervention of the audience channel, even if the SAN value is low, it has not caused much impression.

Otherwise, his SAN value would have probably fallen below 20 by now, entering the realm of madness.

"This thing is really too dangerous..." Tang muttered to himself.

"Host, why don't we give up..."

"How can I be the only one who appreciates this kind of thing?"

'? ? '

Tang looked at the newly opened 'Myth Skills' interface, which only had one skill.

'chill'

'You ask me why I dread cold drafts, why I shiver more than others when entering a cold room, and why I seem to react with revulsion and disgust when the night chill creeps into the mild warmth of autumn?'

Because after the organs stop working, the will, nervous system, and intact body can continue to function under certain circumstances.

'Consume 10 SAN points. As long as your body is intact, you will maintain your spiritual integrity in the cold zone. Even if your body functions stop, you will not truly die!'

"Of course, if it gets too hot, your body will melt like ice cream."

A useless mythical skill, he thought.

It would be more practical to find two new secret dolls than to have this skill.

Tang closed his eyes and closed the system interface.

"However, I can't enjoy good things by myself... System, can you memorize the Necronomicon?"

"Shouldn't, shouldn't it be possible."

"Go try it."

'Host...QAQ. '

"Go ahead and try it. I can be of great use."

'oh oh……'

Tang closed his eyes and remained silent.

Soon after, the system's voice was heard.

"Memorize it, memorize it, and then."

Sure enough, the system came from the wilderness of knowledge. Even if it was afraid of the crazy knowledge in the Book of the Dead, the system would not be harmed because they were born from the same source.

Tang stood up and disappeared from the spot in a flash. When he appeared again, he was in a closed room.

There was no sunlight in the room, a single bed, a bathroom, few things, and it was very clean.

The middle-aged man sitting on the bed in a daze opened his eyes wide and stared blankly at Tang who appeared here. Before he could move, the spiritual thread controlled him in place.

This is one of the people who was given a potion and forced to reach Sequence 7.

Tang swung the opponent's spirit string, but did not enter the final step to transform this Sequence 7 into his own secret doll.

　From the Necronomicon: Chill

　　
　
(End of this chapter)