Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 165 Chapter 164 I am you
As the ancestor of the Zaratul family, the mysterious servant ranked at Sequence 1, slowly walked out of the mist of history, Zaratul was inspired, and the curtain that had gradually returned to the mist of history as the spirit insects went mad one after another, now expanded again.

They seemed to have gained new support and new ancient scholars to provide inspiration and strength for its formation.

A young man appeared among the marionettes who had fallen into madness. He raised his head, as if looking at the huge curtain above his head. Then, the young man and Zaratul who suddenly appeared at the port stood facing each other with the historical pore image of old Zaratul.

Zaratul's figure suddenly faded away, and the space he was in seemed to be grafted together with an extremely distant place.

This was a preparation that the ancient scholar had already made. When a powerful enemy attacked and he was unable to escape in time through historical projections and secret puppets, he used the status, authority and power of the mysterious servant as a cover to stay away from danger.

This is the safest and best option for those in high positions in the fortune-telling path.

He had no intention of confronting the enemy, and only planned to take the seal and get away from here.

Although this method of leaving requires passing through the corresponding spiritual world and being grafted, it can directly skip the process of shuttling through the spiritual world, making it impossible for the Sequence 2 Miracle Worker and Fulgrim's Dog in the spiritual world to quickly find his whereabouts.

This method of escape was effective even against Sequence 2s, or even Sequence 1s who were not adept at dealing with such extraordinary methods.

Because this is the extraordinary power of the Mystical Servant.

This is the power of the historical pore image of old Zarattu.

But the end point of the grafting was tampered with.

The young man in the mad secret doll was also an image from the cracks of history. He should not be conscious, and his only fighting instinct made him just raise his hand slightly. The area around Zaratul and the area in the distance that were grafted together were grafted back into this port, forming a closed loop again.

Close here, always connected.

This is consistent with old Zaratul's authority to tamper with and reorganize.

The power you possess, your enemy also possesses.

Zaratul's pupils dilated again, and his heart sank.

Mysterious Waiter!
Old Zaratul took a step forward. His pale hair and eyes as dark as a deep pool reminded him of the young man not far away. The next moment, Old Zaratul stretched out his hand.

He is summoning corresponding images from the gaps in history.

The young man stretched out his hand almost at the same time as old Zaratul, and both of them simultaneously dragged out a new historical projection from the mist of history.

Old Zaratul dragged out a demon wolf. It was six meters tall, with short, hard gray-white hair all over its body and only seven legs. It looked lonely, terrifying, and crazy.

That was Floyd, the 'God of Slaughter', the descendant of the Destruction Wolf Flegra, who survived in the Second Epoch.

He is a Sequence 2 Honorer of the Twilight Giant's Path and a Sequence 3 of the Fool's Path, a product born from the combination of the Beyonder characteristics of the ancient scholars, and possesses a mad murderous consciousness.

The Ancient Gods went crazy because without the Blasphemous Slate, they tried to accommodate many extraordinary characteristics with different paths and sequences but similar powers. These extraordinary characteristics conflicted and excluded each other, making it difficult for the Ancient Gods to have normal and rational thinking.

This also led to the abnormal thinking of the ancient gods of the Second Age, and most of their descendants also lacked normal rationality, driven only by instinct and acting recklessly.

The instinctive birth of normal or abnormal offspring can indeed allow them to gradually eliminate some of the extraordinary characteristics of non-adjacent paths. Perhaps after hundreds or thousands of years, these ancient gods will one day regain their sanity.

Unfortunately, in the Third Age, they encountered the ancient sun god and never had that opportunity again.

The 'God of Desire' Kotal and the 'God of Killing' Freud were both born from this and are descendants of the Destruction Wolf Fregola.

The former was lucky, having inherited only the extraordinary characteristics of one path, while the latter was a mixture of extraordinary characteristics from different paths, even from adjacent paths that were not in the same path and could not jump. As a result, after the birth of the 'God of Killing' Floyd, many lives were killed.

Hence the name of the killing.

After Old Zaratullah adopted the offspring of the Destruction Wolf Fregola, the offspring of the Ancient God began to pull images from the historical pores, trying to pull out things related to the Destruction Wolf Fregola.

Strengthening connections through corresponding historical pore images, pulling higher-level things, and using historical pore images to pull historical pore images is a routine operation of the diviner's path. Although it consumes spiritual energy abnormally, if the spiritual support is sufficient, ancient scholars can indeed make the historical pore images endless in a nesting doll-like manner.

"I hope my spirituality will recover quickly."

The paper figure in Zaratul's pocket was once again cut open by the invisible blade, revealing its mouth and eyes.

He made a second wish to his sealed object.

"It's one thing after another, it's really disgusting."

Tang was secretly complaining in his heart, but when he saw clearly who was in the future, the historical pore image that should have been pulled out by his unconscious self, his spirit moved, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he looked confused and at a loss.

Ah this...

"Host, your future projection seems..."

Pulled out Zaratul's future projection~
The next moment, the Euclid space once again suffered the same fate as when the God-forsaken Land faced the God of Wishes, Kotal. Large areas of mosaics, centered on the historical pore images of the future drawn by ancient scholars, spread madly in all directions, creating a world that isolated the inside and the outside and refused information exchange.

Tang turned to look at the Ancient Scholar Marionette. "I remember that this historical pore image shouldn't allow the corresponding consciousness to be transferred?"

He didn't intend to let himself lose his memory for a period of time. He was just a Sequence 3 ancient scholar. Even if he had a "0" level seal, he had more than one "0" level seal in his hands.

Even if the historical pore image pulled out only has the extraordinary ability of the "Mysterious Servant" and can only fight instinctively, it is still a very powerful combat force, enough to deal with the historical pore image of Old Zaratul.

And with Kotal, the god of wishes, the never-ending theater, the ancient guards, numerous secret dolls, and the historical pore images of the future, coupled with the ancient scholars' apparent success in directly pulling away unconscious consciousness projections, Tang had no doubt that Zaratul would become one of his many secret dolls after today.

But the current development has somewhat exceeded expectations.

The ancient scholar didn't seem to have anticipated this, but as a Sequence 3 Saint, he subconsciously retorted, "But you didn't fall into secrecy because of this."

The man and the secret doll looked at each other in bewilderment, and a new situation arose.

In the God-forsaken Land, summoning the historical pore images belonging to the future presented two states.

The first is to drag out the future Tang himself at the Sequence 1 level normally. In this case, regardless of whether he is in the real world or the high-dimensional space of Euclidean space, the ancient scholar's law of "unity of thought" will still work. When his future self focuses his attention on the past, his present self will involuntarily enter a "hidden" state, unaware of his surroundings until his future self leaves.

However, the normal, future, Sequence 1, non-conscious historical pore image does not possess the ability to mobilize Euclidean space and other related abilities. It seems to be just a simple, ordinary mysterious waiter.

The second situation is when facing the God of Wishes, the Dark Wolf Kotar.

At that time, the ancient scholar tried to drag out the Sequence 1 angel from the same path again, but the object being dragged was tampered with for unknown reasons. Without knowing what was being dragged out, the entire Euclidean space seemed to be locked in a small dark room, with mosaics everywhere, the same type as those in the mosaic glasses, and nothing could be seen clearly.

The former is him pulling his own future projection, while the latter should be pulling the future projection related to him.

And now, it is the third situation.

If you say that his future historical projection has memory, he himself was not locked up in a small dark room. But if you say that he has no memory, why didn't he follow the routine when he came out and go to check the historical pore image of Latu?
And this historical pore image directly pulls the entire Euclidean space into the small dark room?
Wait, Zaratul's...

Tang subconsciously wanted to stop the association, but he didn't expect that it would cause him to show no signs of being contaminated or losing control. "What's going on?"

"I'll go out and take a look." The ancient scholar Karls said cautiously.

"Okay, go ahead." Tang nodded without hesitation.

Ancient scholar: “…” Could you please not be so decisive? It will make him very sad.

I always feel like leaving here is like making a heroic sacrifice.

Even so, ancient scholars still broke away from Euclidean space.

The first moment he saw it, he was stunned.

Zarathu, holding a suitcase, stood there quietly. His hair and beard were all white. The image of Zarathu from the pores of future history looked in the direction of the ancient scholar and frowned.

The young man holding the curtain next to Zaratul, whose hair and beard were all white, was calm and composed. He was indeed just a historical image with only fighting instincts.

but……

The ancient scholar hesitated, he always felt something was wrong.

He subconsciously looked at Zaratul, at old Zaratul, and almost lost control.

At this moment, Zaratul's eyes were dull, his head drooped, and the suitcase in his hands had already fallen to the ground. His arms, ankles, and every part of his body gave off a dull feeling, like a puppet.

In the ancient scholar's sudden visionary eyes, it seemed that countless invisible silk threads were hanging from the highest dome.

These were not spiritual threads. They were wrapped around Zaratul's neck, arms, and legs, coiling in circles of invisible threads. And above the highest dome, someone, silently, indifferently, secretly cast the threads of fate, manipulating this puppet named 'Zaratul' towards the 'correct' destiny.

And all this started from when Zaratul saw the historical pore image drawn by the young man and went out of control.

"Something... is wrong..."

When Zaratul saw the old man with gray hair and long, thick white beard, he was stunned and horrified, and then fell into a strange, trance-like, and spiritless state.

"who am I?"

"and who are you?"

He couldn't help but ask. The historical pore image of old Zaratul and the young man who appeared seemed to have disappeared. Countless ordinary people in the entire port also disappeared without a trace at some point, leaving only him and the old man with white hair and beard.

In the sky, layer upon layer of ripples were gently rippling, as if the long river of fate had taken on a concrete form here.

"I am you."

The image from the cracks in history answered calmly.

"Surprised?"

“No…” Zaratul retorted subconsciously. Suddenly, he came to his senses for a moment and tried to mobilize his seal to escape from this strange state by making a wish.

But his plan failed. He could not sense the existence of his seal, and there were also certain errors in the connection with the historical pore images. It was as if... it was as if those historical pore images were summoned by the historical pore image in front of him who claimed to be him.

"No, how could you be me? Are you my future? You can't be my future!"

The future cannot be truly predicted. This is the consensus of all fortune tellers and all extraordinary people in the field of divination!
A historical pore image of the future? Haha, how could such a thing exist in this world?!
"You are deceiving me! You are Amon!"

The old man with white hair and beard just smiled at this. Then, he walked slowly to Zaratul, about two or three meters away from him, and stopped under Zaratul's vigilant gaze.

"As a fortune teller, I think you can easily get the answer you want from me."

He said calmly.

This historical pore image let go of all restrictions in the field of mysticism, allowing his past to find inner answers in him.

Zaratul instinctively sensed that something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on what it was. His mind began to become increasingly confused, and he lost control of himself. Much of his necessary vigilance was rapidly disintegrating with the passage of time, like an insignificant branch being meticulously trimmed bit by bit, and shaped into its most perfect state.

He subconsciously used divination to confirm the words and existence of the person who appeared in front of him.

"He, is it me?"

Yes.

The diviner's intuition gives revelation.

Zaratul's pupils dilated once again, but he continued with his divination.

"Why would he be me?"

Because he was pulled from the mist of history by another mysterious servant.

The diviner's intuition continues to provide revelations.

“Is that the future?”

Yes.

“Why the future?”

because……

The fortune teller's intuition suddenly stopped.

Zaratul suddenly woke up from his dream divination state. He saw his future self, slowly and silently speaking words one by one.

"Master of time and space, supreme dimension, destiny..."

"Master of time and space, supreme dimension, destiny..." Zaratul subconsciously repeated the other party's words, and then he realized that this was the name of a certain hidden existence.

He subconsciously wanted to stop talking, but suddenly, another self appeared in his heart.

Another one, the figure of Zaratul.

That was a self that was entangled by countless transparent silk threads, rigid, without self-will, and had lost all life, in a daze!

(End of this chapter)