Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 16 Industrial Miracle
As the smoke moved, the scene in front of Olson began to spin.

When he regained his vision, the audience around him had disappeared, and only the magician with pale makeup on his face stood in front of him.

A beam of light from somewhere illuminated Olson and his surroundings, but apart from that there was nothing else, only empty darkness.

There seemed to be a more bizarre monster lurking at him in the darkness. Olson swallowed subconsciously, and then he heard the magician's laughing voice.

"Sir, you have thirty minutes to prepare."

"Excuse me, what exactly is this miracle you're talking about? Of course! Of course! If your miracle can satisfy all our guests, then our Freak Circus will satisfy all your requests!"

The magician danced exaggeratedly, but the flesh on his face suddenly trembled, revealing the pink skin and large patches of wriggling flesh buds underneath.

There are countless strange transparent worms wriggling in the gaps between the granulations.

"But!" he said apologetically, "If your performance cannot satisfy the needs of our audience, then you will need to offer some insignificant gifts to our circus and those selfless performers."

As for what the gift was, the magician didn't say, but Olsson knew it quite well.

Olson was digesting the knowledge in his mind, and he knew it was a big gamble.

If he wins the bet, he can survive. If he loses the bet... he would rather commit suicide than become a puppet in this place!
"I need props." Olsson felt that his words were trembling, and he didn't know whether it was fear or excitement.

Although he believed in Tang, but...

But the main thing is... he really couldn't understand what the things Tang provided were.

"What do you need? We at Freak Circus will provide it!"

"Anything is okay?"

"nature!"

Of course, so-called magic props couldn't possibly contain any extraordinary factors beyond their personalities. The magician smiled and said nothing.

Olson's eyes lit up and the corners of his mouth curled up.

The magician seemed to sense something and had a bad premonition.

As if he had received permission, Olsson began to throw out the words in his mind as if he were reading out the names of dishes on the menu. As soon as he spoke, he came up with a long list of nouns that both the speaker and the listener had never heard of.

"Cylinder, base, piston, crank-connecting rod mechanism, slide valve steam distribution structure, speed control structure, flywheel..."

"Throttle valve, centrifugal governor, steel, crankshaft, eccentric wheel, fire-tube boiler..."

The magician went from sitting upright at the beginning to having a blank expression, and then the granulations on his face seemed to be out of control, breaking free from the restraints of flesh and blood in large pieces, as if he could not withstand the immersion in knowledge and was about to lose control.

The magician wanted to stop Olsson from continuing, but Olsson spoke first, interrupting the magician's spell.

"Not yet. I'm going to start explaining in detail... Can you please do that?" The traveler asked considerately as he read out the menu more and more fluently.

"nature……"

The magician was confused, the magician didn't understand, the magician began to understand and respect and mechanically followed the other party's words to perform miracles.

This was all he had promised. The magic props he provided had no extraordinary factors and did not go beyond the rules. The magician then followed his own logic and mechanically repeated his character's instructions.

The bull has already been blown out, what else can he do?
Olsson saw the magician, who looked like he was about to collapse and whose face was as pale as paper, snap his fingers. Suddenly, the surroundings lit up, and all kinds of scattered parts seemed to be fabricated out of thin air by some mysterious power.

The dome of the huge circus was shaking silently.

The miracles displayed by the magician at this moment were rapidly consuming the power accumulated in this place.

The extraordinary people who were watching the freak show were surprised to find the secret dolls around them, and their constant cheers weakened.

What happened?
They all had different expressions, but they all realized at the same time - this was an opportunity!

"Next, we have Mr. Marcel La Bresse!"

Unexpectedly, the freak show on stage suddenly stopped. The monster made of various pieces of flesh trembled and stopped moving. At this time, an old woman in a black robe walked out from behind the curtain, holding a purple crystal ball in her hand. Her voice was hoarse and unpleasant, but it resounded throughout the circus. "No!"

Someone suddenly shouted, "The previous performer hasn't finished yet!"

The old lady swept her cold gaze over, and the secret puppets around her turned their heads silently, some even turned 180 degrees, staring at the man who spoke with their dark and empty eyes.

The man broke out in a cold sweat and retracted his head.

The fortune teller didn't give any answer. A man stood up and walked towards the stage with a stiff and terrified expression.

"No, it shouldn't be like this, why is it me..." He kept muttering to himself, but he couldn't resist the manipulation from the spiritual thread.

However, the High-Sequence Beyonders who strayed into it quietly discovered the problem.

The power to manipulate them has increased.

But...some kind of accumulated power in this place was rapidly weakened.

What happened here?
Will this be their chance and possibility to escape?

At this time, Olson had just finished speaking the knowledge in his head, and then looked back at the magician. Olson felt that the other party looked very pitiful.

Just reading those things made his head feel empty and he couldn't process it. Tsk tsk, this magician was obviously in an even worse situation.

The magician now looked extremely tortured, with flesh granulations all over his body wriggling madly. His straight clothes and hat seemed to have dissolved, revealing his tender internal organs and rugged ribs. His eyes, exposed outside and wrapped in countless flesh granulations, also showed a dull look.

He was like a talisman that had been discarded after use, and his whole body exuded a sense of brokenness, as if it would shatter in the next second.

Crushed pieces of flesh and wriggling insects...

"I am guilty. I actually feel pity for this kind of thing." Olson thought silently in his heart.

A huge machine appeared in front of Olson, and Olson looked at the assembled steel monster with awe.

Delicate parts, meticulous construction, and... power beyond its time.

This isn't some precision-assembled occult monster, but a true industrial marvel.

"The extraordinary people of the Church of the God of Craftsmen will go crazy if they see this."

He thought about this, and then seemed to realize something, "Ah, it seems that the time is exceeded."

I'm a little dry-mouthed after talking for so long.

The magician didn't care about all this. He raised his arm which was beginning to disintegrate, pointed at the huge machine, and snapped his fingers.

The flames burned fiercely, and huge steam hummed in the empty hidden place.

With a humming sound, the steel giant slowly moved forward.

The dome trembled wildly, and the terrible power that had just been exhausted suddenly seemed to be replenished, and a sense of terror suddenly pressed down on the heads of all the spectators.

All the marionettes, stand up.

Loud, terrifying, whispering, mumbling, and finally turning into a roar.

They were full of enthusiasm and shouted:

"Miracle!"

"Miracle!"

"The miracle of life! The miracle of industry!"

The steel behemoth pierced through the curtain and drove onto the stage.

(End of this chapter)