Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 190 189 Assassin
One good news, and one bad news.

Before these intruders could say anything, this powerful being, who clearly possessed the status of a demigod, once again pinched his monocle and said in a rather regretful tone:

"The bad news is, you won't die. You won't suffer unspeakable harm for trespassing on someone else's territory without the owner's permission. You won't be attacked or retaliated against for your beliefs, or be captured and tortured using special methods to obtain information from your organization."

"We also cannot communicate with your spirits, although that is quite simple. We will not steal your thoughts, twist your spirit, destroy your faith, or drive you crazy."

"We certainly won't have anyone turn you into secret puppets and have you infiltrate your own organization, or have me parasitize you directly to gain more intelligence about your organization... Ah, of course, you can rest assured. Although I prefer the latter option, I won't do it, well, at least not now."

After saying this, Nicholas smiled and continued, "Look, this is really bad news."

It's a pity for me that I didn't kill you directly.

Several official Extraordinary people and Extraordinary people from secret organizations were silent after listening to this long series of speeches.

Some people have begun to give up on themselves and even start to think that dying is not something that is difficult to accept.

At least it's much better than that horrible-sounding way of handling it.

"So... what's the good news?" Dick Locke, the Purifier of the Inquisition of the Eternal Sun, couldn't help but ask.

If this is bad news, then...

"Oh, let's go somewhere else."

Nicholas did not answer. He raised his hand and seemed to grab the air. The next moment, the clean and tidy surroundings and the scene of the platform at the edge of the wilderness disappeared.

Someone stole the distance between this place and another space, allowing them to move to another place instantly.

Several outsiders landed in a room that was filled with books, had wooden floors, was spacious and elegant, and had a huge floor-to-ceiling window. It was a room that was familiar to them yet also a little unfamiliar.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window was the crimson moon, and beneath the moon was a huge city shining brightly in the darkness.

After spending some time in a place that was beyond its time, like a steam train, several extraordinary people felt uncomfortable coming to a place that was clearly in line with the style of the current era.

Nicholas sat behind the large long table, leaning back in the high-back chair, looking at the several extraordinary people in front of him with a leisurely attitude.

Contracts composed of various magical patterns and mysterious symbols appeared in the hands of several outsiders.

Miskatonic University: Temporary Appointment Letter.

"You can choose to sign or not. Of course, there will be no problem with what I said. You will not die, nor will you suffer all the harm I just mentioned..."

Nicholas put his hand against his monocle, crossed his fingers with a smile in his eyes, and placed them on the table.

As for what would happen if he didn't sign, he didn't guarantee that there would be any other options besides the ones mentioned above.

-

With the notice, Archer and the other two quickly got a set of admission instructions and a set of dormitory keys from the receptionists who were neatly dressed, looked well-educated, and claimed to be seniors of the university.

"For the next two days, you can move freely, but do not leave the school gate. The world outside is very dangerous. Do not go out without the professor's permission, or you will not be able to come back."

Archer looked at the admission notice sent to him and found that it contained not only the common Loen, Intis, and Feysac languages, but also various strange languages.

"It's ancient Feysac and Hermes."

Celia, from the metropolis of Intistriel, explained.

"This is a very common language in the world of mysticism. Well, it is said that Feysac and Giant have a certain connection, so the ancient Feysac language itself has a certain extraordinary power."

The content written on the admission notice is not difficult to understand, and most of it is actually a warning to outsiders entering this university.

"To be precise, are we still considered outsiders?"

Celia pondered secretly what the senior student had said before.

"You are strictly prohibited from approaching the fourth floor of the library. You are also prohibited from entering the non-existent eighth floor of the hospital. The observatory does not have a device that can directly view the sun. You are not allowed to enter the medical building after midnight..."

They didn't understand many things in the school admission instructions. As they read, the three of them boarded the carriage they had used to come here before, and walked with the others towards the direction of several off-white buildings in the distance.

The place was incredibly large, and without the carriage, Archer suspected it would take them thirty or forty minutes to reach their destination.

"Student Apartments, Building A, Dormitory 401."

Men and women seemed to be separated. Celia went to Apartment B. The university seemed to allocate two people to a room. Coincidentally, he shared a room with Regulus, a warrior from Feysac.

The dormitory was very clean and bright. As the key was inserted into the lock, the light in the room naturally lit up. There were many things in this university that had a soft and stable light source without any strange gas. Although Archer did not understand the construction principle of such things, it did not affect the increasing weight of the thing called "Miskatonic University" in his heart.

This is the city of miracles.

It was now approaching eleven o'clock in the evening. Archer and Regulus, who had been fighting against their own spirits and excited all night, felt the fatigue on their bodies, but Archer still had one thing to do.

He sorted out his suitcase and took out a few things and a transparent cup from it.

"You want to become a Beyonder?"

Warrior Regulus asked curiously as he looked at the things Archer took out.

"Well, actually, if I hadn't boarded this train, I would have done the same thing tonight."

Archer did not continue to explain the meaning of this sentence. He just began to use pure water and various main and auxiliary materials in a somewhat unskillful manner to prepare the corresponding potion according to the potion formula he had obtained from the occult gathering.

As the potion took shape, Archer motioned for his new friend and roommate to take a look at it.

Regulus took a few glances and said hesitantly in his buzzing voice, "It should be fine."

He said honestly, "Before I became a warrior, I didn't even know there were such things as potion formulas."

Archer: "Huh?"

Regulus explained to his roommate how he became a warrior and gained extraordinary powers. "At that time, I was extremely hungry. While hunting in the mountains, I killed a strange-looking bear and ate it... I think it was a bear. Then, I fainted for a long time. When I woke up, I discovered that I had gained extraordinary powers... Well, extraordinary powers is something I heard about from others later."

“After that, I was sure that I had become a warrior.”

Regulus tried his best to be sincere while communicating with Archer in the somewhat awkward Feysac language.

Archer hesitated, Archer was silent.

Can extraordinary characteristics be taken like this?

But, never mind.

Seeing the potion was ready, Archer picked up the cup.

"It seems that Extraordinary people and non-Extraordinary people are treated differently in this university. This is explained in the handbook. In two days, a certain screening will be carried out based on the prerequisite of 'possessing extraordinary powers'."

His hunch told him that this screening would have a profound impact on his life.

So, becoming an assassin before that day comes is a pretty important decision.

"Regulus, if anything happens to me, please go find the dorm manager."

The admission notice also stated that if problems occurred in the dormitory that they could not handle on their own, seeking assistance from the dormitory manager was the best option.

After making up his mind, Archer drank the potion resolutely.

Regulus felt a little panicked as he looked at his roommate's face which had turned painful and hideous due to the transformation brought about by the potion after he drank it.

He was also a novice in mysticism, so he could only be ready to open the dormitory door at any time, run down, find the dormitory manager and ask for help.

But as time passed, he breathed a sigh of relief as he watched his roommate's expression gradually change from painful and hideous to calm.

Fortunately, no problem.

Archer opened his eyes and breathed a sigh of quiet relief.

He stretched out his hand, looked at his body which seemed to be stronger than before, and couldn't help but smile happily.

-

"So far, 2,000 notices have been delivered, and a total of 1,039 passengers have boarded the Spirit World Express."

He has a calm and solemn temperament, and his glance seems to make people's hair stand on end. The strong and burly man stands in front of the desk and reports to the young man who is sitting in a high-back chair behind the desk and holding a bottle of happy water.

After finishing what he needed to say, War Bishop Brutus looked at the young man who had been promoted to an ancient scholar.

"Drinking too much of this stuff doesn't seem to be good for your body."

Tang was not afraid at all of this strong man of the same level who looked very capable in fighting.

"It's just an image from the cracks of history. It will disappear on its own once the time is up. This kind of thing only brings me joy. After all, I'm already Sequence 3. I need to stabilize my mental state and prevent myself from losing control, right?"

He held a glass of iced happy water with a straw in it, biting the straw as he spoke, "By the way, have you found out about your Weather Warlock and Conqueror Beyonder traits? It's been so long, and Zaratul has even been promoted to Sequence 2."

As the earliest marionette and one of the spoils that came with the theater, if the Marionette of War Bishop Brutus had been placed before, Sequence 3 would have been quite impressive, but now that Tang even has a Sequence 1 Angel King under his command, it seems that it is indeed not enough.

"Have Nicholas go to the Augustus family, or the Witch Cult, and steal the Conqueror trait from Intistril. Or, have him directly visit the God of Wisdom and Knowledge. The '0-01' they have seems to be the only way to become a Red Priest. Should we try to make a deal with the God of Wisdom and Knowledge directly?"

Three copies of Sequence 1 and uniqueness. According to the current intelligence network, Tang has some understanding. It is hard to say about Augustus and Intis, the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, but there is no problem in bullying the witch family.

The fear is that the conqueror is in the hands of the original witch, not within the witch family.

In this case, we have to consider whether we should give the Original Witch a knockout blow.

"The Weather Warlock's extraordinary characteristics have been found, and you can try to upgrade in half a year at the latest." said the War Bishop.

Then, he hesitated again and asked, "Are you going to make me a Red Priest?"

"Aren't you the only one among all people who took the Hunter Path and reached Sequence 3?"

Tang spread his hands and said, "Before the end of the world, I want to train as many high-ranking people as possible. This is also part of my plan."

Anyway, his path wasn't in conflict with either the Hunter or Witch paths. As long as the Bionic Marionette module was sophisticated enough and high enough to support the birth of a True God or a Red Priest, what was there for him to object to?
Please, that’s a true God. Wouldn’t it be comfortable to have such a true God-level puppet backing you up?
"Anyway, before He becomes the fourth in the Ascension Sequence of the Evernight Goddess, He will definitely not encounter the City of Disaster and the River of Eternal Darkness."

"When the time comes, you'll be promoted to Red Priest and devour Chike. Once Chike becomes the Lord of Mysteries, I'll open the seal of the Western Continent and take the City of Disaster. By then, I'll have the support of the two Old Ones..."

Tang and his secret doll enjoyed the future for a while, showing an expression of living a life of idleness and waiting to die, and took a deep sip of fat otaku happy water.

Ah, so comfortable.

War Bishop: "..."

It's okay, I'm used to it.

The War Bishop looked away and asked, "What are you going to do with those outsiders?"

"As the price for following someone home without permission, isn't it interesting to keep these people who clearly possess official intelligence and means in school?"

Tang dug through the historical pore images again and pulled out a tray of freshly baked hot dog buns.

Since he became an ancient scholar himself, he has been able to satisfy his hunger by recreating yesterday's spells on a daily basis.

There is no need to consider calories, no need to worry about waiting time, and no need to worry about whether the taste will not meet your expectations. Ancient scholars are really the most suitable sequence for a time traveler, a time traveler in a big foodie empire.

"Would you like some? It tastes quite good."

Tang chuckled softly and said self-deprecatingly, "Although I don't belong to this time and space, I can use the power of ancient scholars to directly pull out historical images from the past where I never appeared. This is also due to my own uniqueness."

(End of this chapter)