Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 241 240 Secret Ceremony
"escape!"

"Escape?" Klein's entire attention seemed to be drawn to the bright red, jumping words that seemed to jump out of the paper at any time. The voice of Officer Pedtigrew Neil rang in his mind again, but Klein seemed to have suddenly become blind.

His mind buzzed as he was unconsciously drawn to the manuscript containing the words he was so familiar with that it captured Klein's entire attention. He also didn't hear the dull "thump" sound coming from the living room on the first floor he had just entered. It sounded like something heavy falling to the ground...

It was as if the bodies had fallen from the hemp ropes that had suspended them and hit the ground.

Klein had no time to consider this. His mind subconsciously turned to the words that were so familiar to him.

He saw scribbled words soaked in madness and despair.

"Don't go to Tingen! Don't touch that Miskatonic University! It's a trap! It's a huge one! A trap for all of us!"

"It's fake! Hahaha, it's all fake! That madman! That madman!! He arranged everything long ago! My friends! My subordinates! Even my family! My Republic of Intis! My honor! My beliefs! Everything about me is a product of arrangements!"

"What time travel? What era's protagonist?! We're just zombies arranged to follow the script! We! We've never had a true self!"

"It's fake! It's all fake! Marionettes! They're all marionettes! That damn lunatic! He will die a horrible death! He will definitely die a horrible death! I curse him! I curse him—!"

"Haha! He wants a Black Emperor, so there will be a Black Emperor! He wants a fortune teller, an apprentice, the pinnacle of the thief's path, so he will have one... he wants... No! Leave! Don't get close to Tingen, don't get close, don't get close, don't get close, don't get close!!!"

The text becomes more and more distorted as it goes on, as if the owner of the manuscript has completely lost control of his inner resentment, murderous intent, and all negative emotions.

They are poured out in his pen and in all the words.

The words written by Emperor Roselle grew larger and larger, and the strokes became more and more sloppy. Klein's brain froze. He stretched out his right hand, which was not holding the burning green and black candle, and mechanically flipped through Roselle's manuscript.

On the second page, there was a frantic warning written in bold letters:
"All the newcomers! All the survivors of the old times! Stay away! Stay away from him... No, kill him! You must kill him!! If you don't want your lives to be completely controlled!"

"Pray! Pray that when I return, you will already be standing there! Pray that you will not fall early! Your existence——"

"Don Eggers—!"

"Look at the moon, look at the moon, look at the moon! Hahahaha look at the moon, moon moon moon moon--!"

"Return to mother's arms, return to mother's..."

"No, no no no no... Run! Escape from Tingen! Don't come into contact with anyone high up in the Path of Diviners! The Secret Order, Antigonus, the Church of Evernight, Eggers, all of these unreal, coincidental, arranged, abnormal marionettes! It's him! He's behind it all—!"

"You are, me too, everyone is, everyone! No one is immune! Hahaha, no one is immune--!"

The insane words on Emperor Roselle's manuscript seemed to form a murmur that could shock the deepest part of a person's heart. The crazy words combined into a stream of information composed of a mixture of knowledge, leaving Klein Moretti, who had not yet become a Beyonder, frozen in place.

His brain was buzzing, like an old wall clock being struck by various things. The huge buzzing made bright red blood spurt out of his ears, nose, eyes and mouth. It was the most intuitive impact from the activation of knowledge!

The Knowledge Emperor of Sequence 1, who could imbue all texts and information with his own mystical symbols, became a mad source of knowledge.

Klein could no longer understand what those words represented. It felt like his mind was being hammered by steel nails, his brain matter was being churned wildly. Thoughts, memories, emotions, everything were mixed together, making Klein feel the true arrival of death.

Emperor Roselle never seemed to consider whether what he wrote in his already insane mental state was a warning or a curse for future "travelers".

Klein's vision suddenly blurred, and the gray mist became thicker. He seemed to see a palace and the blurry figure of his original body's friend, Don Eggers.

The blurry figure raised his hand towards the figure kneeling on the ground and coughing violently.

The figure kneeling on the ground was hung up. He struggled and cursed, but he seemed powerless to resist. From the initial struggle to the end, his hands and feet drooped weakly, and his body swayed there, swaying...

Outside the palace, the sun was high in the sky, and pictures of civilization unfolded one after another...

Klein heard the figure hanging in the air open his mouth. He seemed to be looking at Klein, his mouth opening and closing.

"Honakis, Fregola..."

"Honakis, Fregola..."

"Honakis..."

"Fregola..."

Klein froze in place, his breath plummeting to the bottom in that instant. Even if Pettigrew Neil's voice rang in his ears, he could no longer hear it.

That was fatal spiritual pollution! It was definitely not a spiritual pollution he could resist!
His blood gushed out of his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, gathering on the ground to form a wave of blood like an ocean.

"No, no..."

Klein seemed to be able to hear the sound of his teeth chattering. His thoughts were frantic to the extreme. The magnificent voice ringing in his mind was struggling frantically. He wanted to borrow the space of that mysterious space. He opened his mouth and tried to save himself.

The green and black candle was still burning quietly. No one could save him, and no one could save him here.

He can only save himself!
He began to try to recite the spell he had used when he entered the gray fog. This was his last self-rescue plan before his sanity was broken, his body collapsed, and his spirit was completely destroyed and polluted.

"Fusheng, Xuanhuang Immortal Lord..."

"Fusheng, Xuanhuang Tianjun..."

The buzzing in his ears was still going on and was showing signs of growing.

His blood was boiling and gushing out faster and faster.

Klein's voice was growing increasingly difficult to utter. "Am I...going to die..."

Are you really going to die?
Klein was extremely desperate, but the crazy, chaotic knowledge that wanted to destroy everything had already filled his mind. Even despair and the fear of death became fragile and ridiculous under this crazy knowledge that was bursting his brain.

The shadows were hazy, but Klein seemed to hear a voice coming from a distant place.

"People light candles, but the devil blows out the lights..."

The green and black flames suddenly began to shake.

The gray-white mist, swaying with flames, moved closer to Klein. As the gray-white mist drew closer, the countless, crazy pieces of knowledge seemed to be purified, and actually helped Klein regain some of his composure.

The gray fog was helpful to him!
Klein subconsciously conjured up this thought in his mind, but he was in a daze. Before he could fully stabilize his current state, he saw a face, a face that was familiar yet unfamiliar to him, suddenly appear in front of him.

That was Welch with his skull shattered and his head covered in blood.

He leaned his head against Klein's hand, his pale lips slightly raised in a smile.

He blew gently towards Klein's left hand.

The candle in Klein's hand, burning with a green and black flame, suddenly went out.

The gray fog surged in, completely shrouding the entire study in a thick gray-white fog.

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Immortal Lord..."

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianjun..."

"The God of Fusheng Xuanhuang..."

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun..."

Faintly, Klein heard his own voice. No, it should be said that Zhou Mingrui heard Klein's chanting voice.

When his thoughts returned, he saw Emperor Roselle's notes placed neatly on the desk, and the gentle, instructive voice of Officer Pedtigru Neil echoed in his mind.

"Have you seen that notebook?"

Klein quickly glanced at Emperor Roselle's manuscript on the table and read its contents clearly.

"Sure enough, there are still time travelers in this world. Haha, I, Huang Tao, have found the organization!"

"Emperor Roselle is also a time traveler?!"

Klein thought in shock.

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"Russel Gustav had gone mad in his later years. After it became clear that Miskatonic University was abnormal, he tried to warn all the "travelers" who came after him. This was the pride of being the pioneer of an era, the "Caesar the Great"... But he was already mad in his later years and couldn't clear it. The manuscript, infused with contamination, fell into the hands of a Beyonder who lacked divinity. Even if they couldn't decipher the text, there was a certain possibility that it would be contaminated by knowledge..."

"Originally intended as a warning to future generations, this manuscript has now become a death warrant. Russell Gustav already left a profound mark in the history of the Northern Continent. His mental anomalies in his later years have also led to his notes attracting the attention of many scholars at Tingen University..."

"Welch McGowan himself is a worshiper of Emperor Roselle. No one noticed that in addition to the missing Fourth Epoch ancient document, two manuscripts contaminated by the Emperor of Knowledge were also missing from the restricted area of ​​Tingen University Library."

"The Beyonders from the Tingen University Security Department need to track down the whereabouts of that dangerous Fourth Epoch document. Regarding the top-secret information about Russell Gustav missing from the restricted area, the Security Department, the Nighthawks, the Mandated Punishers, and the Beyonders from the Mechanical Heart all lack knowledge..."

"..."

Level 2 ritualist Pettigrew Neil used the core elements of ritual magic to improvise a ritual to pray to the "erroneous" Nicola Flamel. This helped Klein Moretti establish a connection with the Antigonus family notes. It also caused Klein Moretti, who was able to read the text, to be tainted by the Emperor of Knowledge, which in turn triggered a mutation. This was a very reasonable development...

"Neither Pettigrew Neil nor the Deputy Director of Security told Klein Moretti that the essence of this ritual magic is a deep-seated mystical ceremony. Tiny humans merge with great beings, gaining their own knowledge and corresponding spiritual experiences..."

"Klein Moretti, a 'remnant of the Old Ones' with a close connection to the world above the gray fog, lacked the necessary knowledge. Due to a deep-seated mystical ritual, he saw Russell Gustav's manuscript in a world full of 'errors' and came into contact with the truth in advance. However, he was clearly unable to bear this truth..."

An ordinary feather pen was writing frantically on the black notebook. The person holding it was a man with dark golden hair, one blind eye, and wearing a pure black clergy robe.

He lay on the table, carefully examining what he had written with his remaining eyes. After confirming that what he had written was accurate enough, he took the quill in one hand and continued writing:
"The gray fog symbolizes the mysterious space above it, and the dark blue candles with green undertones symbolize the mental defenses of Klein Moretti, whose original name was Zhou Mingrui..."

"Welch McGowan's corpse symbolizes Klein Moretti's final struggle. He took the initiative to blow out the candles that symbolized his mental defenses, completely opening the door to his mind. This made parasitism easier and made it more difficult to trigger the defense mechanisms above the gray fog..."

"When his life was threatened, Klein Moretti instinctively sought a last-ditch effort to survive. The honorific name he chanted matched the main components of the secret ceremony in the current scenario..."

"As the important vessel for the birth of the Lord of Mysteries, Nicolas Flamel will naturally not allow this matter to continue."

"The 'erroneous' Nicolas Flamel, who was already above the gray fog, responded to the secret ceremony together with Nicolas Flamel of the real world..."

“He would not allow Klein Moretti to be killed by Russell Gustav’s final, insane manuscript. After all, Klein Moretti’s birth was inherently accidental and inevitable.”

"He has already sent his clone into Sefirah Castle. Next, he will accompany Klein Moretti and every marked person entering and leaving Sefirah Castle. Each time, he will bring more Time Worms with him. This is also inevitable, following the development of the times..."

"Using this opportunity, Nicola Flamel intends to have one of his Sequence 1 clones deeply rooted in Klein Moretti's spirit body. This will deceive the gray fog and successfully ascend to... Sefirah Castle..."

Having written this, the clergyman who was blind in one eye suddenly raised his head. He left the desk, walked to the window, and looked at the crimson moon above his head.

Then, his feet left the ground and slowly hung on the beam, his body swaying.

(End of this chapter)