Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 254 253 Mercy
"Miskatonic University, Investigator... Well, whether it's the name or the fit, it's really very Cthulhu."

Western horror, so scary.

"However, the senior time traveler deliberately chose such a name. Could it be that this world really has some great existence, or something like the stars returning to their positions or the end of the world?"

Klein the Fool nodded imperceptibly, his posture still relaxed.

He reasonably doubted it.

After all, the mystical knowledge he learned from Old Neil told him that there are really many things in this world that "should not be listened to", "should not be seen", and "should not be understood".

This is highly consistent with the forbidden knowledge in Cthulhu mythology.

Is it just a coincidence? Believe it or not, could a senior time traveler be so boring?
"Well, I know all of these..."

Miss Justice seemed to be in deep thought, then she spoke carefully, "Is there any difference between them?"

"Let me take the Kingdom of Loen as an example," said Mr. "The Hanged Man."
"The seven great orthodox churches in the countries of the Northern Continent are all powerful organizations that control at least one complete path."

"Among them, the Church of Night controls the complete path of the 'Sleeper', the Church of the Lord of Storms controls the complete path of the 'Sailor', and the Church of the God of Craftsmen controls the complete path of the 'Universal'."

"Miskatonic University possesses the complete sequence of potions for both the 'Diviner' and 'Thief' pathways."

Mr. Hanged Man said slowly.

These words startled Klein so much that he almost lost his mysterious state.

"The Diviner's Path and the Thief's Path? Are these the two paths that Misaki controls?"

If this is the case, then the appearance of the members of the Secret Order in Tingen City and the disappearance of the Antigonus family notebook are probably not accidental coincidences.

Klein's heart sank slightly, and he gained a more intuitive impression of Tingen University's reaction and the importance it attached to the notebook.

"Is it really the work of the Secret Order? After all, the Secret Order is also a secret organization that controls the path of the "Fortune Teller"."

The Antigonus family was a great noble family during the Solomon period of the Fourth Age, and they also mastered the path of "divination"!

Right.

Klein recalled the information he had obtained from Old Neil about the secret organization.

The Secret Order, an ancient organization from the Fourth Epoch.

Their members acted cunningly and had traces of being active in regions such as Loen, Intis, and Feysac. However, compared to secret organizations such as the Psychological Alchemy Society and the Moss Ascetic Order, they were not often seen in public, making them a less active and more secure secret organization.

The leader of such a secret organization is said to be an ancient angel...

They were madly pursuing things related to the "Antigonus Family," which seemed to be hiding a huge secret...

"A university that controls the two paths of 'fortune teller' and 'thief'..."

"Yes." Mr. Hanged Man nodded slightly. "This is also the object of attachment chosen by many wild Beyonders. Compared to the beliefs of the Orthodox Church, Miskatonic University's conditions are quite good. Moreover, it is one of the few large-scale mystical organizations recognized by the countries of the Northern Road and is not affected by regional issues. It has corresponding branches and bases in various countries."

Miss Justice's eyes lit up slightly as she asked, "To join this university—um, didn't I mean to join as a wild Beyonder? Are there any requirements?"

"After all, it should also assume the functions of a normal university?"

"I'm sorry, I'm not entirely sure about that." Mr. "The Hanged Man" shook his head. "I only know that the university sends 'invitation letters' to ordinary people or Beyonders with extraordinary powers according to certain rules. The major churches also have internal referral quotas, but the number is not large."

"Among them, the Church of Darkness has the largest number of Beyonders who have exchanged, studied, and developed at Miskatonic University among all churches."

"You are a follower of the Goddess of Night, right? If conditions permit, you can join the Church of Night, become a Nightwatcher, and then further your studies at that university..."

"Emm, okay..."

Klein listened carefully, remaining calm on the surface.

Mr. "The Hanged Man" obviously doesn't know enough about the existence of Miskatonic University.

"Let's ask Tang. This way is obviously faster..."

Klein the Fool let out a breath. As this topic passed, Miss Justice and Mr. The Hanged Man talked about some other topics, and the gathering ended here.

Today’s harvest is not small.

After Miss Justice and Mr. Hanged Man stood up, saluted, and left the gray fog, Klein sat on the high-backed chair at the head of the long bronze table, his fingers crossed.

He looked at the grayish-white, boundless, vast, mysterious gray fog with a serious look.

"This place must be deeply connected to my transmigration and Klein Moretti's resurrection. And now, after I became a Beyonder..."

When he was establishing contact and pulling up Miss Justice and Mr. Hanged Man, he had already noticed something.

That is, as a Beyonder, I have enough energy to touch another "Crimson Star" and pull people into the mysterious space above the gray fog!

"Can you bring another person from the real world to this space..."

Klein glanced at the "crimson stars" around him, but he had no intention of making any impulsive attempts.

Let’s not even talk about the issue of not knowing the identity of the newcomers and what their attitudes will be.

After all, not everyone can be like Miss Justice and Mr. Hanged Man, who seem to get what they want, and are willing to conceal his evil god gathering and not report it to the Church of the Righteous God.

If he brought in people like Dunn Smith, Don Eggers, and Pedtigrew Neal, then his newly established "secret organization" would immediately be exposed to the watchful eyes of the church, Miskatonic University, and the time travelers.

"Besides, forcing people to join us is not a good idea. No one wants to be inexplicably involved in a mysterious incident..."

Klein sighed and stood up.

He sensed the presence of his own body and began to imitate the heavy feeling of falling rapidly.

The red wave produced by the "Crimson Star" retracted into its body.

Above the gray fog, there was once again a dead silence.

Klein didn't notice that eyes and worms were lurking above the gray fog, quietly watching everything here.

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Inside the enormous, magnificent building, a young man wearing a black silk hat and matching tailcoat sat in a high-backed chair, watching the figures of "The Hanged Man" Alger and "Justice" Audrey disappear into the gray fog.

He tapped the tabletop lightly with his knuckles, and on the surface that was like the surface of water, he once again created the reflections of two figures beneath the high-backed chairs of "The Hanged Man" and "Justice."

Their hands emerged from the ground, followed by their heads, bodies, and torsos. Once they had completely emerged from the "water mirror" on the ground, the two figures sat in the high-backed chairs where Alger and Audrey had been before disappearing. They were identical to Alger, the "Hanged Man," and Audrey, the "Justice"!
But this time, there were more than just two.

The number of members of the "Tarot Club" increased again, and a vague figure appeared at the bottom of the long bronze table.

A vague figure also appeared beside Mr. "The Hanged Man".

"This is Mr. Fool, and this is Mr. Chariot."

Nicolas Flamel said with a smile in his voice.

"You are welcome to join us."

Miss Justice stood up and bowed to everyone.

Then, Mr. Fool, who was sitting at the bottom of the long bronze table, Mr. The Hanged Man, Mr. Chariot, and Miss Justice, who were sitting on both sides of the long bronze table, all smiled the same smile as Nicolas Flamel.

"Okay, let's end today's Tarot Club here."

"Your will is at your service, Mr. Great Error."

None of this is right, all of this is wrong.

Gray Mist, who had already sensed the problem, trembled.

Nicolas Flamel stood up, straightened his hat, and walked into the depths of the gray fog.

Layer upon layer of endless gray fog spread out in front of him, as if trying to stop him.

Nicolas Flamel's body was gradually eroded by the gray-white mist, but he still did not stop and walked towards the core above the gray mist.

His top hat was now stained with blue and black spots.

It didn't take long.

Here Nicolas Flamel saw a brilliant gate of light stained with a hint of bluish-black.

Inside the brilliant light gate composed of countless layers of light balls, the body of each light ball is a pile of twisted worms huddled together.

They were mad and twisted, and the countless transparent and translucent worms were arranged in an incomprehensible way and in an unbearable combination, forming such a strange and terrifying brilliant light gate above the spiritual world.

Nicolas Flamel turned his gaze away from the brilliant light gate.

Thin black lines hung above the light gate.

Beneath those things that looked like the threads of the Puppet Master's spirit body, there were now hanging one almost completely transparent "cocoon" after another.

At this moment, those "silk cocoons" were swaying gently in the wind that came from nowhere.

Some of the people in the "cocoons" are black, some are yellow, some are white, some are wearing jeans, some are holding mobile phones, some are wearing brightly colored clothes, and some have beautiful facial features. They all have a breath of life, but their eyes are closed, as if they are the most carefully carved, most living dolls in the world.

Nicolas Flamel sighed.

"How long will it take for your potion to be digested?"

A spirit worm that had sneaked up along with countless time worms also saw the same scene.

"It won't be long. Before the story in Tingen City ends, the three doses of the mysterious servant's potion should be digested."

Tang's voice came from the Spirit Bug. After a pause, he asked, "Nicholas, do you also think that I've gone a little too far?"

"Do not."

Nicolas Flamel denied it, saying, "I am just being compassionate as an insider."

Have mercy on the person in the cocoon, have mercy on the poor person who is bound to become the "Lord of Mystery" in the script of his life.

That's it.

He is a secret doll, where does his compassion come from to pity and save others?

This world will eventually face its doomsday, and a pillar, the Lord of Mysteries, must be born...

The pillars were already at their maximum limit of stability. Even if they swallowed a portion of essence that didn't belong to them, it would inevitably lead to the initial resurgence...

After witnessing the end of Russell Gustav, his despair, anger, and madness that wanted to tear everything apart, Nicolas Flamel knew that the underlying logic of his "bionic marionette" module absolutely did not include the insignificant concept of "saving" humanity.

He handled all the orders from his Puppet Master coldly.

He is just a secret puppet. Even if he lives for a thousand years, he cannot change such an established destiny.

Nicolas Flamel's eyes swept over each "cocoon" and he took off his hat to salute.

"This is a given."

"It's also fate."

Nicolas Flamel's figure suddenly disintegrated into countless transparent insects with twelve segments. Some of them moved towards the brilliant light gate stained with a little blue and black, while others hovered above the countless "cocoons" as if trying to drill in.

The insects rushing towards the brilliant light gate were blocked by the gray fog, but the next moment, under the gray fog, Tang, wearing a dark and gloomy cloak, raised his head again.

He put on his translucent mask again.

The power of deception and deception once again fooled Sefirah Castle's defense mechanism into a fool.

The will of Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun has been weakening with the approach of doomsday.

The two Angel Kings, coupled with the authority of "error," the gift of the "Supreme," and leveraging Zhou Mingrui's identity as a remnant of the "Cocoon Man," and through this Tarot Club, through the gift of Sequence 2 "Observer," allowed Nicolas Flamel's false Sequence 1 clone, carrying the contamination of "future," "number," "Supreme," "dimension," and "observation," to officially knock on the door of "Source Castle"! To visit the master of "Source Castle"!

The Time Worms that had disintegrated from Nicolas Flamel kept crawling towards the light gate in all directions, and gradually merged with the brilliant light gate corresponding to "Source Castle".

Nicolas Flamel, whose body had mostly disintegrated, was smiling, and not far away, the Tarot Club members were also smiling.

They laughed so hard that they fell forward and backward, their bodies broke apart, and they turned into a group of crazy worms huddled together.

The gray fog was trembling, and within the light ball composed of countless worms huddled together, more and more insects that did not originally belong to this light gate began to appear.

They merged into the twisted, clumping swarm of worms, and little by little, fully penetrated into the dazzling light gate.

Above the light gate, the countless people in the "cocoons" seemed to feel this cheerful and joyful atmosphere, and some of the old survivors who were sleeping in their dreams also smiled.

(End of this chapter)