Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 191 Chapter 190 Sequence 2
Out of curiosity, Archer, who had already become an assassin, left the dormitory early the next morning with Regulus, who was also somewhat excited.

There were quite a few people in the dormitory. They saw people with obvious features of Intis, Feysac, and Feynapotter. They were in the same situation as Archer and Regulus. It seemed that they didn't sleep well last night. They planned to go out early the next morning.

These people walked in groups of three or four on the brand new gray stone brick floor, heading towards the stairs at the end of the corridor.

The sky is cloudless today, and a bright sun rises from the east, bringing a touch of coolness unique to the early morning.

Similar to the situation of Archer, Celia and others, those who were arranged to sit close to each other on the train seemed to be automatically assigned to nearby or the same dormitory. When faced with a novel environment, as if opening up a new world, this subconscious sense of closeness made them more receptive to new things.

Archer and Regulus went down to the first floor and were just about to go to a place called 'canteen' written in the matriculation handbook when they saw Celia and a girl they didn't know walking towards them.

"Morning, Archer, Regulus."

Miss Hunter from Intis warmly greeted the two friends she had just met yesterday. Then, her face flushed with excitement. "Master Craftsman, you don't know this, Miskatonic University, this is a real urban legend!"

Urban legend?

A question mark appeared in Archer's mind. He and Regulus looked at each other, and then looked at Celia and the girl she brought with her at the same time.

They went together to the low, off-white building and saw the abundant dishes and various regional foods inside. It was as if someone had gathered chefs from countries like Loen, Intis, and Feysac together to create such an effect.

They paid the corresponding different types of money, got what they wanted, and then found a not-too-conspicuous place to sit in the cafeteria.

"What do you mean by a real urban legend?"

Archer, who had become an assassin, asked curiously, "Miskatonic University, this university itself is an urban legend?"

"No, to be precise, this should be a buried history."

The girl, who looked very quiet and wore big-framed glasses, adjusted her bangs that covered her eyes and pushed them aside, revealing her smooth forehead.

This is Celia's roommate from Rüentingen.

"Miskatonic University. This word was once written by my grandmother's grandmother in her secret notebook."

"What's in the secret notes written by your grandmother's grandmother?"

Celia had already heard this story from her roommate last night, so she easily explained it to Archer: "Alice's grandmother's grandmother, Alice herself speculated that she must have been a very powerful Beyonder during her lifetime."

"Come to think of it, after Alice mentioned it, I also remembered it. I heard this story when I was a child."

"Well, I can't remember the specifics anymore, but the general idea is that a long, long time ago, when people were haunted by hunger, cold, and fear, and couldn't even get enough to eat, there was a city full of miracles that provided shelter for some people, helping them and their families escape famine and cold, and allowing them to gain power and status."

"It's said that the city possesses unparalleled magical powers. The people who live there are broad-minded and knowledgeable. They are willing to help others and don't want to see the disaster and cold bring irreparable damage to the world. So they took in some people who were fleeing the famine, taught them knowledge, and gave them help, allowing them to gradually grow and gain the power to bring change to the world..."

"The secret notebook written by Celia's grandmother contains many details about that city, and its name is Miskatonic University."

Archer and Regulus fell silent at the same time. They had never imagined that this apparently unknown university could be something from an urban legend hundreds of years ago.

Looking at the girl sitting next to Celia, who looked a little shy.

"In other words, your grandmother's grandmother is..."

"That's right." Alice glanced at Archer. "I suspect my grandmother's grandmother was one of those taken in by the City of Miracles and taught by its residents."

"Tingen has always had related legends. The story Celia told is essentially the same as Tingen's story, with only minor deviations."

The quiet girl straightened her eyes, and her bangs fell, covering her eyes again.

Tingen and Intis are extremely far apart. A story that spreads widely in one area is likely to create various demonized versions. This story from hundreds of years ago is highly similar to some extent, making it hard not to suspect that there is some kind of connection between them.

And everyone who received the admission letter and came to this university probably has one thing in common.

This university did not choose them randomly.

Something strange seemed to be flashing in the depths of Alice's eyes. She glanced towards the ceiling, but lowered her head the next moment, burying her eyes deeply in her bangs to cover up the abnormal bulge in her eyes.

"Don't look at what you shouldn't look at, and don't listen to what you shouldn't listen to."

She murmured softly, so softly that even Celia, who was sitting next to her, couldn't hear it clearly.

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Tang held a prepared potion in his hand. As the ancient scholar digested the potion, the notices were sent out, and the students arrived, fate and history completed a certain degree of interaction at this moment.

Those children three hundred years ago were the first group of students at Miskatonic University. They fulfilled their duties and spread various knowledge and experiences for the existence of the entire university.

They are witnesses of history and also disseminators of history. Over the past three hundred years, countless past events have turned into ancient and heavy historical mist, settled in countless fragments of light, and become a part of the past.

The descendants of these people, the descendants of their friends, those who knew the legends, some were special themselves, or were simply chosen by drawing lots, and the crowd gathered into a vast ocean, allowing the dusty history of that ancient era to surface.

The main ingredients of the potion come from Zaratul's extraordinary characteristics as a miracle worker, which he has already digested for the most part. The auxiliary materials are provided by the old man and Olson respectively.

Now, this is a complete miracle potion. And, because Zaratul himself is Tang's secret puppet, following the connection in mysticism, to some extent, he is Zaratul, and Zaratul is him.

This is a BUG that can avoid the influence of the residual will of Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun as much as possible.

"With quite some time left before the apocalypse, the will and spiritual imprints remaining within the Beyonder characteristics are still powerful. Three hundred years of Miskatonic University's history have been precipitated. Although the ritual has achieved its effect, adding a layer of insurance to ensure my own safety is not something that requires much effort."

Looking at the clear surface, the swirling undercurrents deep inside, the gurgling bubbles, and the miracle potion that looked like it had countless eyes, Tang stood up, walked out of the principal's office, and walked to the core of the theater that was infinitely high and far away above the entire world.

The core of the theater jumped, and subconsciously wanted to move his position away from the person who appeared next to him.

Mad man, what do you want to do now?
"Why are you so scared of me?" Tang said with a sigh, "You've been with me for so long, and I haven't done anything to you, right?"

At most, he is just using the system to scare people. He is not a bad person. How could he do such a thing as abandoning the donkey after it has served its purpose?
Otherwise, this thing would have been made into the main ingredient of the potion long ago.

Theater Core :)
Listen, listen, is this human language?
Looking at the different dimensions connected to the entire theater, Tang sat cross-legged in the void, looking at the group of enthusiastic young people below, and slowly brought the miracle worker's potion to his mouth.

Become a miracle worker and gain extraordinary characteristics at the angel level.

Further master Euclidean space, prepare for promotion to Servant of Mysteries, welcome the coming of the Lord of Mysteries and Doomsday, and welcome the arrival of your own destiny and future.

As the miracle worker potion was infused into him, countless spirit worms began to continuously migrate out of his body. His body split apart, and the transformed spirit worms all drilled into the mist of history, occupying one historical light spot after another, and combining with their own images in those countless historical light spots.

Tang felt his mind splitting apart, and they turned into one spiritual worm after another, becoming chaotic and simple. Each spiritual worm seemed to be himself, and each spiritual worm seemed to be a separate individual.

Who is the clone? Who is the main body?

Countless spirit insects were unwilling to gather together, but at this moment, the historical light spots belonging to a certain thing suddenly emitted waves of ripples, and the ripples swept towards the countless historical light spots like a calm ocean.

The indescribable ripples seemed to carry some kind of curiosity that was unbearable for the insects. The spiritual insects hiding in countless historical spots, when they came into contact with the layers of indescribable ripples, broke away from the influence of the pores of history and swam out.

They looked at the fragment of light, which was a huge city that brought miracles.

Countless urban legends and strange stories are passed down by every student who graduates from this university. They are faithfully recorded by history itself, and disappear in the long river of history over the course of a hundred years.

Now, when someone finally mentions this university again, when someone once again spreads this ancient historical light, history echoes and its aftertaste will last forever.

Countless spirit insects gathered together, and when their size and number reached a qualitative change, they formed a rotating vortex, from which slippery tentacles stretched out one after another.

This was filled with terrifying meaning. A terrifying vortex formed by countless transparent worms rapidly extended along this illuminated spot of history. They flew over indifferently and quickly, grabbing the spiritual worms that were farther away and had not been affected, and stuffed them into the worm vortex, making them merge into one and return to being one again.

Spirituality is growing and divinity is growing.

A young man wearing an off-white knitted shirt and casual pants of the same color stood in the mist of history, but his dark and deep eyes revealed a glimmer of crystal-clear light.

After perfectly digesting the ancient scholars, borrowing Zaratul's fate, and his own early role-playing, the process of advancing to Sequence 2 can be said to be quite instant.

Less than a month after being promoted to Sequence 3, he had already completed the Sequence 2 promotion ceremony and became an angel, possessing a higher status and divinity.

At the same time, Tang felt the abnormality of being an angel in the true sense, a descendant of God.

This comes from the collective belief of countless marionettes, countless marionettes equipped with the 'Bionic Marionette' module. This belief is imprinted in the core rules of the 'Bionic Marionette' module and is an indelible mark.

These countless anchor points turned into substantial positioning, making Tang's mental state closer to stability.

One is the spiritual remnant from the Beyonder's own characteristics, the will of Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun, a wild, indifferent, cruel, crazy, condescending, emotionless, and great will.

The Marionette Anchor is a high-quality anchor point. Coupled with the 'Bionic Marionette' module, a mystical auxiliary means that leans towards the mysterious side and the knowledge side, the Marionette Anchor poses almost no pollution or burden to Tang.

From the perspective of mysticism, the essence of the anchor point is actually a kind of pollution. Certain ideas that believers have about gods will also cause the state of the gods themselves to become abnormal. Once this idea is strong enough, it can even cause the gods to suffer from a certain degree of pollution from believers.

This is also one of the reasons why the seven major orthodox churches conceal their true images and only leave behind the corresponding holy emblems.

However, the underlying rules followed by Tang's puppets perfectly formulated the true image of Tang in their hearts, which in turn helped Tang, who used these anchors, to maintain a clear self-awareness. After becoming a miracle worker, he didn't even need to worry too much about his own mental stability.

Those in high positions on the knowledge side do not really need too many anchors. They can create normal anchors that can meet their own needs.

However, the abnormality in Tang is not as simple as his own anchor point and the will of the Blessing Xuanhuang Tianzun that comes from his extraordinary characteristics.

"Weaker than I thought."

Don murmured softly.

He discovered that the will of Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun contained in the magic potion belonging to the miracle worker could not even form any balance with the numerous anchor points, and was completely suppressed in the opposite direction.

But there was a third anomaly about him.

It did not come from the potion, nor from any abnormality in the outside world, but from his spirit, from his own abnormality.

They were eyes that seemed to be gazing at the entire earth, the consciousness descending from a magnificent being that was observing the entire world.

(End of this chapter)