Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 182 Chapter 181 The Long Beginning

Seeing his brother getting angry, Tang finally concealed the raised corners of his mouth and didn't show an expression that was too gloating and asking for trouble.

"Actually, I've always felt I have some talent as a hunter. I've always felt my provocation skills are as good as my ability to exploit bugs..."

Sometimes watching others jump up and down can really make you feel good.

Ah, is this the so-called law of conservation of smiles?

The smile doesn’t disappear, it just shifts.

"Host, the one at the back is okay. If you are a hunter..." I really can't imagine that scene.

The system muttered to itself, its cyber brain having already simulated its own host's advancement from Sequence 5 to Sequence 4, when it 'accidentally' 'crashed' and drank a bottle of witch's potion, and then ahahahahaha...

Hehe, it seems that it is not unacceptable for the host to become a woman~
Tang: “?”

What kind of dirty things is this stupid system thinking?

Tang ignored the weird cyber garbage his system was thinking about and sat back in his chair.

Owen also pulled a chair and sat down, while 'Mrs. Boyanka' stood beside them, with her eyes lowered and no words spoken, just quietly pouring water for them.

"What are your plans next? Are you planning to go to Backlund or return to Sagaburg?"

Don picked up the cup and took a sip.

"Compared to this, how is mother's side?" Owen's hair was cut very short, and his skin looked bronzed due to years of wind and sun. He had a calm temperament and was capable. Compared to the young man who seemed a little irritable a few years ago, he had really changed a lot.

In general, it has thick skin and strong muscles, making it suitable to be used as a meat shield at certain times.

"It's okay. He seems to be in good shape. He goes to attend mysticism courses every day, basks in the sun and plants flowers. There doesn't seem to be much different from usual." Tang said.

Of course, regarding the fact that Tang arranged his own death this time, Mrs. Boyanka just smiled and did not object.

"I don't know much about the occult, but if you want to do it, go for it."

My dear mother is so considerate, Tang Wusheng sighed.

"I've asked before, and my mother isn't tired of her current life, nor does she plan to leave Tingen at this time. She wants to maintain the status quo, and it should stay that way for a short time."

"Okay." Owen said. After thinking for a moment, he added, "The people from the Spiritual Cult have been contacting me quite frequently recently."

The members of the Spiritual Cult have had certain connections with Owen and Tang in the past five years. Although they think they are disguising themselves very well, most of those who come to establish relationships with the two are secret dolls.

The puppets sent into the Spirit Cult did not dare to do anything too extreme. After all, the puppets were dead people, and they would show certain abnormalities in front of the high-ranking people in the realm of death. Of course, the puppetization and the "bionic puppet" module did not belong to the extraordinary powers of the lower level of mysticism. The probability of the Death Archon wanting to find out that the disguised person in front of him was a puppet was about the same as the probability of discovering that the parasite next door was parasitic on the person.

Therefore, as long as the core members of the Spiritual Cult are not threatened, the lower-level extraordinary people can make as many secret puppets as they want. Anyway, those big shots will not care.

"Judging from what the higher-ups in the Spiritual Cult are saying, they seem to want me to go to Backlund and take control of the real power."

"The Southern Continent has been in turmoil these past few years, and the Spiritual Cult actually has the time to intervene?"

Tang shrugged without surprise, "It seems they haven't messed up enough yet."

Well, let Cottard poke around here and there someday, and completely stir up the conflict between the Indulgence Faction of the Rose School and the Spiritual Cult, and let them fight.

Neither of them is a good guy. When they fight, we will see who is stronger, the Spirit Cult that has the support of the descendants of the God of Death and whose God of Death is not dead but alive, or the Rose School of Indulgence that is influenced by the Mother Tree of Desire.

"So what do you think?"

"I'm now a colonel. The next level up is general. Tang, you said before that it would be very easy to enter the royal family's sight..." Owen was silent for a moment, then looked at Tang. "What do you think?"

"That depends on what you mean." Tang shrugged.

"Although there are some issues with the Augustus family, it's not impossible to hide it from them... The only problem is you. The Eternal Sleepers and the Night are adjacent to the Warriors in the Beyonder Path. In Loen, high-sequence undead are bound to attract widespread attention, especially from the Church of Night and the Loen royal family. Wild Beyonders who are abnormally promoted to Demigods are often backed by certain forces."

"So, if you plan to go to Backlund, the only thing you need to do is hide yourself well. But if you can't hide well..."

Owen fell silent, but Tang put down the cup, took out a crystal monocle from his pocket, and slowly put it in his right eye socket.

He pinched the monocle and smiled at his brother, his tone gentle and his posture relaxed. "Don't worry, if you think it's worth the risk, I think you don't have to worry about it now because of me and Mother."

“If you want to do it, just do it.”

After all, to some extent, he is now also a big figure in the world of mysticism.

If all else fails, just ask Amon to take the blame. Then you can put on your monocle and don't tell anyone unless he asks you. You will be surprised if he asks you.

After all, it was Amon who did it, right?
You were promoted to undead, and you didn't do it on purpose. It's all Amon's fault.

...Ah, as for why Amon from the Thief's Path would take the Demigod Beyonder characteristics of the Death God's Path?
Who knows, maybe Amon is just bored?
It's impossible for the Loen royal family to capture Amon, hang him up and beat him while asking him "Why did you eat the Beyonder characteristics of the undead?"

-

At Miskatonic University, the graduation ceremony has ended, and all the graduates have begun packing their luggage, preparing to leave with all the knowledge they have learned here.

In a few years, children can grow into teenagers and girls, and teenagers and girls can become more mature and stable.

This is their place of salvation and the miracle in their hearts.

"Congratulations, you've graduated."

The president of Miskatonic University, Don Eggers Ramde, was speaking to the countless marionettes in the auditorium.

The secret dolls were still laughing happily, while those who were taken in were in a trance, crying, determined, and reluctant.

Even though there is not much writing to describe the life they have lived in the past few years, the rich campus life, enthusiastic alumni, and humorous professors are all part of their memories.

Those who have gained extraordinary powers here and stepped into the extraordinary realm naturally understand it better.

Their memories of what happened in the past few years will be blurred, leaving only the knowledge of the concept of "Miskatonic University".

This was the explanation given to them by the principal when they entered the extraordinary realm and entered the inner campus. At this moment of departure, many of their memories and recollections would be left here.

But the knowledge learned from here and the vague memories of this place will always be an indelible part of their memories.

This place itself is a miracle.

Regardless of whether they were boys and girls of eleven or twelve years old, or young men who had already grown up and entered the extraordinary realm, after packing their luggage, they all looked at the house that still looked so sparkling under the night sky, which seemed to be their safe haven in the past few years.

"Goodbye."

Goodbye.

The gates of Miskatonic University slowly closed, and memories and many concepts were involuntarily stolen as the angel of the thief's path reached out. They will forget most of their memories on this campus, and only retain the obsession of "promoting this university". For the rest of their lives, they will work hard for this.

This is a very reasonable exchange of equal value.

Little Yalin, now a Sequence 8 clown, glanced deeply behind her. The door that had been open there had long since disappeared. They returned to the familiar yet unfamiliar street. Their companions who had been with them day and night were also teleported to the places of their choice.

And the place she chose was Tingen.

It is her future to promote 'Miskatonic University', this sweet and empty dream place.

Carrying the suitcase, Xiao Yalin let out a breath, and her eyes immediately became determined.

"The ceremony officially begins."

The long years always make people feel boring. After watching the group of ordinary people and extraordinary people who were far from experienced leave the school gate, Tang stretched out his left hand, and the "Master Ring" on his little finger flashed with a faint light.

In the never-ending theater, countless huge curtains began to overlap, sealing off this place.

He disconnected the spiritual lines connecting himself to all the marionettes, allowing the 'bionic marionette' module to enter automatic operation mode, and let the system, the theater core and War Bishop Brooks judge the external situation and make their own judgments.

If possible, he would be in the position of an observer, no longer leaving his own traces in the mist of history by manipulating puppets, giving orders, and appearing in the real world.

After those outsiders left, the order here did not change. The students still attended classes honestly, and the professors still studied various things. It seemed that everything was the same as before and it was still very lively.

Tang took out a pocket watch and checked the time.

By systematically shattering and reaggregating the Beyonder Characteristics, this Sequence 1 Beyonder Characteristics of the Thief's Pathway is now reduced to a pure Sequence 1 Beyonder Characteristics and a certain power exerted by his future self. The remaining Beyonder Characteristics from 2 to 9 will cultivate a Sequence 2 Fate Trojan Marionette in the next three hundred years.

The marionette in Tingen, Nicolas Flamel, once only borrowed the power of the never-ending theater's 'Ring of the Master' to display the might of an angel. Now he is a true mentor of deception and will soon ascend to the status of an angel. When he truly becomes the Worm of Time, he will also inherit the uniqueness that once belonged to Amon and become the Angel King of the Thief's Path 1+1.

Pales had no problem with that.

"Then I..."

Olsson pointed at himself, his face full of confusion.

Tang looked at his friend, thought for a moment, and rummaged through his pocket, pulling out a black curtain that was stained with a little starlight, but in a condensed state, like the frozen night sky.

This is a part torn from the never-ending theater. Putting it on is equivalent to being protected by the authority of the system, darkness and miracles, and also being unaffected by the full moon's whispers.

"Go play." Tang waved his hand.

Olsson:?

"I've almost digested the potion. My clan has a potion for a Sequence 3 Wanderer, so I plan to..."

"Wait." Tang looked at Olson with an expression that said, 'What nonsense are you talking about, you idiot boy?'

"You? Wanderer? Promoted? Are you ready to die?"

"But..." Olson choked and said weakly, "The promotion is complete. Even if the power of whispering is strengthened..."

"This isn't about mumbling. Didn't a planeswalker in your family suddenly die after returning from a long journey? You absolutely, absolutely cannot conduct a Sequence 3 promotion ceremony without any protection. More precisely, any ceremony involving the starry sky cannot be performed without strong protection."

"?"

Seeing that Tang was about to leave, Olsson fell silent and went crazy. Olsson was ready to shake Tang's shoulders madly, ready to learn the other's twisted crawling, forcing the other to explain the riddle he had just said.

Tang dodged his friend's crazy grabbing.

"Let's talk about it after I complete the ritual. I have methods for Sequence 3 and Sequence 2 rituals."

Well, after he becomes a miracle worker, maybe he can use Euclidean space to sneak into the astral realm to see what the outside world is like.

As long as he stayed in the high-dimensional space and wore mosaic glasses, theoretically only a 'high-dimensional observer' whose authority overlapped with that of Euclidean space could catch him.

Of the two options, guarding against an Outer God and being beaten by a bunch of Outer Gods when you go out, the former option is more cost-effective, no matter how you look at it, right?
"If you go up now, you will just be a delicious little cake for those things in the starry sky." Tang couldn't stand his friend using the extraordinary ability of the secret mage to deal with him, so he could only explain again.

I guess that's how Mr. Men died. Olson, you must not follow in the footsteps of your ancestors.

But Olsson looked even more confused after hearing this. He was naturally aware of the dangers of the starry sky. The dangers of the starry sky were all recorded in the family notes. The dangers of the starry sky were greater than those in the spirit world. But... "Delicious little cake?"

What a strange metaphor.

"Just think of it as a nickname. Well, it's like a snack delivered to your door, a little cutie who comes to your mouth on his own initiative..."

The more Olsson listened, the more he felt something was wrong, but before he could ask anything, Tang ran away.

Olsson held out his hand: "You charlatan! Come here and finish what you're saying before you leave!"

"Okay, if there's nothing else, I'll go into seclusion first."

The theater encloses the internal and external environments, preventing it from interacting with the mist of history and fate. In this space, Tang Ziran can survive for three hundred years, waiting for the ceremony to be completed naturally.

Next comes a long sleep.

(End of this chapter)