Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 166 Chapter 165 Destiny
Zaratul was dragged into a deep quagmire.

Countless fragments of memories, some belonging to him and some not, and countless layers of historical fog enveloped Zaratul, carrying him and rushing deeper into the earth.

"you are me."

"I'm you again."

"I am the past and I am the future."

The thin lines wrapped around the spirit began to merge into the spirit of the ancient scholar. Above the highest dome, the great existence in it cast an indescribable gaze here.

Becoming a puppet has become Zaratul's unavoidable 'future'. His spirit seems to have disintegrated into countless tiny dust particles. The crystal clear and beautiful fragments follow the cracks in his spirit body and gradually wrap around Zaratul, who is trapped in the quagmire and struggling madly in the long river of fate, leaving only a trace of clarity and rationality.

These magnificent, crystal-clear fragments enter each other's minds, penetrate into each other's spirits, and eat away at each other's spirits through Zaratul's peeping into fate and the future, through Zaratul's divination of the images in the gaps of history, and through one "thread of fate" after another hanging from the sky.

Zaratul trembled uncontrollably all over. When his thinking became rigid and his consciousness collapsed, and he was about to be completely corroded by the self generated from his heart, he fell to the bottom of the quagmire and saw an indescribable thing that was absolutely unseen, absolutely incomprehensible, and absolutely not allowed to be glimpsed!

He saw it.

He saw——

Eyes appeared on Zaratul's spirit body. They looked like his own eyes, but also like the eyes of other people.

Through these eyes, he saw something above the starry sky, above countless brilliant rivers, suspended in the darkness, as if it were born from countless spaces stacked together. He saw something that seemed to be a vortex of time, and also like an anchor point of fate.

It is something indescribable, something that cannot be described with any words or language.

He stood at the end of the long river of fate, seemingly the symbol of all destinies, a collection of countless possibilities. Countless taut threads spread out from around that great existence, one after another, seemingly endless symbols, and those endless possibilities spread towards the distant, seemingly boundless area, with no end in sight.

Among them, there is only one, huge and tough line.

Countless thin lines branched out from this thick line and disappeared at the edge of the long river of brilliant starry sky, escaping into the void and darkness that could not be illuminated by light.

Although it trembles slightly, it is always connected to the starry sky, the earth, and countless stars. It runs through the past, present, and future, weaving a huge, indescribable network with an extremely broad trunk and tiny branches that extend infinitely.

The net woven of these huge and tough threads is vibrating. It is really vibrating, visible to the naked eye, but it is vibrating faintly.

With every tremor, Zaratul seemed to be able to see some distorted and strange images. He saw himself, the historical image of old Zaratul in front of him, and the mysterious waiter dressed as a young man, with a subtle light flickering in his dark eyes.

He saw Amon's figure, countless stars, and a church made of bones rising from the ground, but was pulled into the starry sky by a vague, illusory figure.

He saw a towering main peak appearing in the star realm, and saw countless indescribable and indescribable things piled up layer by layer on a barrier that was also indescribable in words. They were tightly attached to the barrier, staring coldly at the main peak above the star realm. He saw a vague figure in the main peak emitting grayish-white mist.

He saw many secrets, countless things he had never known before, a deep red ocean, twinkling stars, a sea that seemed to contain everything, human figures standing on it, and countless strange pictures.

Zaratul instantly understood what this tremor was. It was every living being's glimpse into the 'future', the impact it had on the 'future', and the various changes that occurred as a result.

The "future" is not something that remains unchanged. Dominating the future trend is like the audience arranging a play over and over again, and various mistakes will always occur.

These mistakes make them struggle in the quagmire of the "future", trying to break away from the control of fate and destiny. Every struggle, every fight against the "future" causes subtle changes to the anchor of destiny that runs through the past, present and future.

This is the source of the countless subtle yet continuous vibrations within the vast web of the ‘future’.

That is the struggle of everyone who tries to subvert fate and resist destiny.

But can he escape from this web?

Can he be part of the shock?
is allowed.

Zaratul's spirituality answered himself once again.

But he met with an accident.

His vibration became the anchor of a constant destiny, becoming a part of assisting this era in moving towards its predetermined fate.

After seeing that great being... the great being...

Great——

Zaratul once again became confused and dazed. He seemed to have become a thin, insignificant thread extending from the thread of fate, entangled in the process of fate heading towards the irreversible "future", becoming one of the docile and well-behaved raw materials in the hands of the weaver.

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

Old days...

Zaratul's spirit body began to disintegrate, and then began to be entangled and stitched together by fine threads.

A vast, complex, countless, crazy, suffocating, terrifying, twisted, supreme and great knowledge, memory, skills, destiny and personality have shaped the new 'Zaratul'.

The leader of the secret order, the successor of old Zaratul, an ancient scholar with unimaginable wealth, his personality, his spirit, his spirituality, everything about him was hollowed out by his own 'future'.

His spirit remained completely his own, as did his body. There was nothing abnormal about the spiritual connection, nor was there anything abnormal about the island of his mind within the ocean of the collective subconscious. No mystic, no audience could conclude from this ancient scholar that he was anything other than himself, for he was who he was. This was an undeniable fact, both on a physical and mystical level.

The only difference is that he became a puppet in the hands of fate, became "fate", and became a part of the "future".

The person under the skin has already had a new core.

Everything has been completely eaten away by fate and the future.

The ancient scholar watched in horror as Zaratul proactively eliminated the historical pore image of Old Zaratul, picked up the suitcase containing the seal on the ground, and proactively released his control over the spirit thread, allowing a high-ranking person who was also a fortune teller to control it without any resistance.

When Zaratul's future historical image glanced at the ancient scholar Karls, Carter suddenly felt a chill all over his body, as if he had encountered something extremely terrifying, and he couldn't help but shudder.

That is the absolute suppression of the lower by the higher-ranking ones.

"The Secret Server."

Oh no, why is there still a Mystic Attendant? After Zaratul became a Marionette, he also became a Mystic Attendant through the "Repair and Cultivation" module?

The ancient scholar Karls quickly lowered his head and groaned inwardly. How could he go back and tell Tang about this?

Although it seems that there is no problem at the moment and Zaratul has been subdued, is there really no problem with this strange situation?

If I tell Tang about this kind of thing, won’t it cause a chain reaction and lead to corresponding pollution again?

The concept of the 'future,' as recent explorations have proven, involves high-level, unknowable things in the future. Deep associations can lead to corresponding contamination. Even Tang, with numerous Marionettes as anchors, was unable to resist. This wasn't the divine power hidden within Beyonder characteristics like Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun. Even a touch of this could cause Tang, having fully digested the potion, to lose control.

"Forget it."

Ancient scholars came to corresponding conclusions directly based on some matters that had been discussed in advance.

With the help of the system, the ancient scholar Karls directly cut out the relevant part of the memory and stuffed it into the system's trash can, not daring to look at it at all.

As for whether the system would look for things in the garbage dump...ah, that was not his business.

But this ancient scholar had no idea that he was very strange and ignored the fact that he would be contaminated in the process of understanding and cause problems of losing control.

It was as if he didn't need to pay attention to this kind of problem at all.

Not long after, the ancient scholar raised his head again through the diviner's spiritual intuition, only to find that Tang had returned to the real world at some point. Zaratul's historical pore image had long since disappeared. What remained was Zaratul, who had become a secret doll, and Tang's rigid historical pore image, which belonged to the Sequence 1 level.

"What just happened?"

After taking a quick look around and finding nothing wrong, Tang frowned and went to ask his own secret doll.

The ancient scholar opened his mouth, only to find that he had also forgotten what he had just seen.

"I forgot." He said honestly.

The dark wolf Kotal that walked out of the spirit world and the two Fulgrim dogs behaved in the same way. There was a foolish glint in their clear eyes, as if they had been blinded by a fool.

Tang fell silent.

Ah this.

Glancing at Zaratul, he could sense that the ownership of the other party's spiritual thread belonged to his own future historical projection.

After confirming that there were no problems with his own secret puppet, Zaratul, and the historical pore image, Tang took over the control of the spirit thread from his future self. The few of them dealt with the situation around them separately, and threw Zaratul's "0" level seal into the system warehouse to let it calm down.

After restoring the situation here and allowing the ordinary people who had hidden themselves with miracles to return, and after You Ran and the others lost their memories for a short period of time, Tang brought his own secret doll and returned to Tingen City through miracles.

Regardless, let's just consider the mission of sniping Zaratul as completed.

In the never-ending theater.

Through Euclidean space, systematic observation and Tang's own divination, he always felt that there was something wrong with the secret puppet Zaratul, but he couldn't see what it was.

"A strange secret doll."

He muttered something and immediately used the spell to reproduce yesterday, trying to ask a soul-searching question to his future self.

What's going on, brother?

Then, your friend rejected your video call invitation.

There seemed to be a thin barrier that blocked Tang's dark crawling and twisted screams. He couldn't see them, he couldn't see them at all.

Tang:?

System: 'Ah, this...'

"Host, he's so rude..."

Tang was silent, then he beat his chest and stamped his feet: "Tongzi, if you can't speak, then don't speak."

Let's scold him too.

It’s time to upgrade your CPU. Do you understand the ways of the world?

How can this be considered rude? It's just a refusal to visit.

Ah, don’t be angry, don’t be angry. Just go to the corner and crawl like a maggot for a while to calm down.

The system blinked Cyber ​​​​Kazilan's big eyes, as if to say, "Host, what are you talking about?"

That's what it means.

Tang:?

After thinking about it, he decided that this issue was not important. Since he had achieved his goal, Tang would not bother with it.

What's the big deal? Let's talk about this later.

"Anyway, Zaratul has become my secret puppet now. We can talk about any troubles later..."

And with Zaratul joining this big family, the Secret Order will now become a part of his property.

Well, we are one step closer to the grand initiative of holding a round table meeting for all fortune tellers and dignitaries.

After coming out of that strange incident, Tang began to count his gains this time.

The Secret Society undoubtedly occupies a high-order level of things in the Diviner's Path. It is the largest secret organization besides the Orthodox Church. With Zaratul and the top leaders of the Secret Society who are also ancient scholars, through the "Bionic Secret Doll" module, this secret organization has been quietly transformed into a part of Miskatonic University. There is no problem at all.

And with Tang's Spirit Worm, and through the knowledge he shared, Zaratul has completely digested the ancient scholar's potion and can try to be promoted to Miracle Master.

"Besides the Dark Wolf Kotal and the Never-Ending Theater, Zaratul also has a Miracle Worker potion. While I'm setting up the Ascension Ceremony, Zaratul can definitely advance to Sequence 2 and become a Miracle Worker."

Anyway, there are still three hundred years left, so there is no rush. When the time comes, just ask someone to dig out their magic potion and give it to him.

Ah, okay, it's a bit bloody, but if I stuff it into the system and turn it into a potion paste from sequence 9 to sequence 2... emm, I'd better use the Sun Scepter to separate the extraordinary characteristics when the time comes.

And now, the Never-Ending Theater, the Dark Wolf Kotar, and Zaratul, the extraordinary characteristics of these three miracle workers, are all under Tang's firm control.

Just as Mr. Fool in the original novel was still worried about how to deal with the Dark Wolf when he was promoted from Level 3 to Level 2 and how to obtain the extraordinary characteristics of the Miracle Worker, Tang was already in trouble about which potion to choose to complete the promotion to Miracle Worker.

"Ah, is this the trouble of happiness?"

(End of this chapter)