Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 189 The arrival of 188
"Destination: Miskatonic University. We are arriving soon. Please pay attention to your luggage, follow the conductor's instructions, and get off the train in an orderly manner."

The world outside the window changed from darkness to a world composed of various ink blocks, and then drove out from the area called the 'spiritual world', repeating this cycle over and over again. Archer and others saw many places they might never visit in their lifetime. More and more people got on the train. Although the carriage was only one-third full, this number still exceeded Archer's imagination after boarding the train.

This situation also seems to prove that the university called Miskatonic has a relatively large enrollment scope and enrollment number.

At this time, the train was running on a wasteland. The dark night sky was dotted with stars. A crimson moon stood quietly on the horizon, embellishing the black velvet curtain.

This place is dominated by darkness. The train is speeding across the wilderness. Apart from the slight vibrations of the train itself, no one can know how fast it is rushing forward without looking at the scenery outside the window.

In the distance, there is an area that is out of tune with this wasteland.

There, countless tall buildings stood majestically, emitting bright and dazzling light in the darkness. Even the sky in that area became brighter.

It was a light they had never seen before, something as dazzling and hot as the sun.

Miskatonic University, the final destination has arrived.

The train slowly pulled into a station that looked spotless, clean and tidy. When the conductor opened the carriage door, Archer and the others stood up and walked down from their carriage. They saw neatly arranged carriages with well-trained drivers in identical uniforms that had appeared here at some point in time, standing outside the platform fence, seemingly waiting for them.

"Passengers getting off please follow the signs, avoid crowding, and pay attention to safety..."

After exiting the train and entering the platform, Archer and the others finally got a clear look at the gigantic monster that had carried them here from Intis and Feysac.

It was an unusually long, cold, yet powerful mechanical creation, a miracle created with the painstaking efforts of countless craftsmen.

Celia Jane, who was already a Beyonder, subconsciously looked at the steel beast. Through the hunter's observation of details, she found that it was not only brand new, but there was not even a scratch left.

This is obviously not normal. Everything will wear out. Even a well-maintained carriage will show a series of signs of aging and scratches under the hunter's observation.

"Extraordinary item." As an Intistril, the hunter lady, who is also a believer in the God of Craftsmen, couldn't help but gasp.

"Extraordinary item?"

Archer and Regulus looked at Celia again. Regulus, as a Sequence 9 warrior, was also a wild Beyonder who had accidentally stepped into the Beyonder realm.

Although he has become an extraordinary person, he still doesn't know as much about some basic knowledge of mysticism as Archer, who has not even entered the extraordinary realm.

As illiterate and semi-literate people in the world of occultism, it was not shameful for them to ask Celia, who obviously had a better foundation in occultism, for advice on things they did not understand.

"Simply put, it's something created using some mystical methods and possessing extraordinary powers."

Celia said, "The Artisan Church... well, the Orthodox Church all possess extraordinary powers... but I've never seen such a massive mystical creation."

As they were talking, Celia saw the man who was glowing with light, who was being taken away by the conductor.

There were several different people around him, some wearing black hoods, some wearing linen robes, and some with bulging muscles, looking not to be trifled with. But all of them were standing obediently beside the steam train at this moment, looking like wilted cabbages.

"Those imposter passengers?"

Archer followed Celia's gaze and saw the same group of strangely dressed guys who obviously didn't fit in with the other passengers.

"The conductor seemed to have said that they would be taken back to where they boarded the train? And that they would be taken back on this train?"

Before Archer could utter his thoughts, he saw a gentleman wearing a black silk hat and a suit of the same color, walking against the crowd towards the train.

The gentle man in a silk hat had a smile on his face and soft features. He looked very ordinary, but the most impressive thing was that he wore a crystal monocle in his right eye socket.

He clearly only took that one step, but it was like the teleportation described in some novels. He was more than ten meters away from the train just now, and the next moment he appeared next to the train, communicating with the conductor.

And some of the wilted cabbages seemed to tremble uncontrollably when they saw the person who appeared.

"That is……"

Before Archer could get a closer look, the gentleman in the silk hat and monocle looked in his direction.

The gentleman pinched his monocle, and Archer, Celia and Regulus, who were also looking at that side, and many others subconsciously turned their eyes away, not daring to look at him again.

Following the crowd, the three of them walked out of the platform silently and boarded the carriage that seemed to have been waiting outside for a long time.

Before getting off the train, the conductor reminded them that they could enter Miskatonic University after boarding the carriage. They were not allowed to take unauthorized means of transportation or enter there on foot. If they did so, something would happen that they absolutely could not imagine and absolutely did not want to face.

When arriving in a strange place, few people would ignore such reminders and do something irrational. Archer and his companions obediently boarded the carriage and looked at the platform outside and the various bright things around them from the spacious carriage.

It wasn't a candle, it was something much more efficient and brighter.

Everything here feels new and novel.

"Phew, that's so scary..."

Celia couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

This reminded her of what some of her fellow occultists had said: "Don't look at what you can't see, and don't listen to what you can't hear."

Obviously, the man wearing strange glasses seems to be this kind of person.

Ever since she saw the steam train and everything she saw after boarding it, Celia has been looking forward to her future life.

The carriages drove side by side, slowly moving towards a place not far from the station.

A tall black iron gate slowly came into view, a vast white complex alternating with various distinctive low-rise buildings. The gate was thick and wide, and above it, inscribed in ancient Feysac, Dragon Language, Giant Language, Ancient Hermetic, and other languages, was the name "Miskatonic," a name that seemed equally ancient and profound. It also caught everyone's eye. "City of Hope, City of Wishes, City of Science, City of Mysteries, a city of wonders that embodies countless knowledge and experiences."

"Good evening, everyone, and welcome to Miskatonic University."

Standing at the foot of the clock tower, in front of the French window of the principal's office, Tang watched countless carriages drive into this university city that had been quiet for many years, and put the book in his hand, which had only a few pages untouched, into the system space.

"The next three years will be the most unforgettable seven of your five years."

He pinched the bridge of his nose, then produced a crystal-carved monocle from thin air.

"Well, next we just need to deal with the little bug that snuck onto the bus."

-

Dick Locke, whose face was stenciled with "Fail" several times, was a Beyonder from the Inquisition of the Church of the Eternal Sun in Intis. As a Sequence 5 Priest of Light, this Sequence 5 Mid-Sequencer only discovered something was amiss after his companions swapped his identity with that of a believer who had received a "notice" and boarded the steam train.

Thinking that this was just a battle involving lower-level supernatural powers and that he was not carrying any important dangerous seals, he was directly pulled into the spirit world and severed from his teammates.

After trying to leave enough clues in the spirit world for subsequent investigators to follow up but to no avail, he could only continue to secretly pretend to be the Eternal Sun believer whose identity was replaced. Then he was caught by the train conductor who looked like an ordinary person.

Then, he saw an old acquaintance, Mortimer Bowles, a Sequence 5 Beyonder from the Artisan Church, also a member of the Intis State Religion.

They were locked in the first carriage, and several more people came later and received the same treatment as them.

Some of these people were familiar to him and some were not, but most of them seemed to be extraordinary people from the Orthodox Church.

"This is bad."

Dick Locke felt a little depressed. He no longer had any expectations for his upcoming encounter or the church's support.

Is this a transcendental event affecting the entire northern continent? Is it a certain order's ascension ritual? Or is it related to evil gods, or those hidden entities that fall outside the realm of orthodox power?
There was too little prior information, which made it impossible for him to predict what would happen next.

When their extraordinary abilities were restricted due to certain factors, several people who were obviously official extraordinary people looked at each other and made a decision.

Although they believe in different gods, when necessary, they will inevitably stand on the same front when facing the same threat.

When the train once again emerged from the spirit world, and under the cover of night, a city that could not be described in words appeared before them through the window, their surprise was no less than that of the other passengers.

It was not until they were taken off the train by the conductor that these extraordinary people from the official and secret organizations saw other people besides the conductor and those who seemed to be bewitched by the evil god.

"Introduce myself, Nicolas Flamel."

Nicholas adjusted his monocle, looked at the uninvited guests, and said slowly, "Given your somewhat irrational behavior, I have the right to suspect that you came here with malicious intent... Don't be so quick to deny it. In fact, sometimes your ideas are really interesting."

When the old man in the black robe saw the man wearing a silk top hat and a monocle in his right eye that seemed to be carved from crystal, he seemed to tremble. He was afraid and terrified of the man wearing the monocle who called himself Nicolas Flamel.

"Ah, a secret peeper..." Nicholas smiled and glanced at the trembling old man in black robe, then looked away before the other seemed to collapse to the ground.

Dick Locke, from the Inquisition of the Eternal Sun Church, gritted his teeth and said to the man, who didn't seem difficult to communicate with, "Mr. Flamel, we apologize for what we did..."

"No need to apologize," the young man said easily.

But this is a more dangerous signal.

They were afraid that the other party’s next words would be something like “The dead don’t need apologies, so be careful in your next life.”

"You can go back now and take this train. It will take you back to where you boarded the train before."

Dick Locke's body tensed up, but after understanding the specific meaning of the words the other party said, his pupils dilated, as if he was very surprised by this.

Official Beyonders such as the Artisan Church and the Storm Church, as well as Beyonders from secret organizations, also felt a sense of disbelief and a strange sense of absurdity.

"You're just letting us go like that? Are you really serious? Just like that, you're letting us go back like that?"

"...That's what I thought." Nicholas smiled and saw the expressions of these presumptuous intruders changed again, as if they were quite satisfied with their face-changing performance.

Then, the young man wearing a monocle tilted his head, and his somewhat cold eyes glanced through the monocle at these extraordinary people whose sequences were not low.

"But because of your rudeness and intrusion, I'm very unhappy now. Ah, I don't even want to let you go."

Just like a weak child without any protection or weapons facing a hungry beast slowly approaching from the forest, this seemingly gentle young man, just standing there at this moment, made all the extraordinary people present feel what despair and fear born from the heart are.

Demigod, divinity!
The official Beyonders with a certain amount of experience were extremely shocked. After realizing that they were most likely facing a High-Sequence Beyonder, and that there were even more High-Sequence Beyonders here, they couldn't help but fall into the abyss of despair.

Dead.

This is the only thought in their minds now.

However, the young man who looked ready to kill suddenly tilted his head again, pinched his monocle, turned his body sideways, and seemed to be listening to a voice.

Then, the young man who was obviously a demigod smiled again and showed a gentle expression.

"But I have bad news and good news. Which one do you want to hear first?"

(End of this chapter)