Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 37 Miskatonic
After carefully reviewing the instructions provided by the system, Tang took out his secret doll from the system space while walking towards the mountain. "In addition to adding a feature that can block some unknown whispers, the optimization of the seal item lies more in this ring."

Consider yourself as part of the core of the seal and participate in the normal operation of the entire theater...

Bypassing the negative effects of the seal itself, considering oneself as a part of it, and at the same time not causing resistance from the 'living' core of the seal—did the system dig out a piece of the core of the seal and make a ring? No, it's not just that...

"System, you're not going to 'lick' the theater core to threaten it, are you?"

Tang looked at the ring on his little finger. There were many occult symbols engraved on the ring, which looked mysterious and dangerous, similar to the symbols that floated around and served as a background after the "craftsman" was opened, which were beyond the reach of current occult science.

The thing behind the system is of higher status than the theater core. When intimidated by a higher-level person, the theater core is likely to show its weakness and give up part of its core power, allowing the system to be made into a ring.

Similar to the 'Underworld' borrowed by the God of Death, which can seal the negative effects of magical items, such as above the gray fog; the former is a special space created by the ancient God of Death, equivalent to the ancient God of Death's kingdom, located deep in the spiritual world, with a very high status, and the latter has a power more powerful than the true God.

Such extraordinary measures have the greatest impact and are quite influential, oh, 'starving without daring to move'.

"How is that possible!" the system retorted loudly, "This is normal! Optimization! It's optimization!"

Is it that kind of system? No, absolutely not!

I get it. While using the knowledge of mysticism to "lick" the core of the theater, they also locked the core of the theater in a small dark room, forcing the core of the theater to compromise, to avoid being further polluted by knowledge and causing the complete loss of its own "activity"; or using a similar method of "knowledge one by one" to backflow knowledge to let the core of the theater know what the big and small kings are.

After all, being alive means being able to communicate, be threatened, and make concessions.

Even if you are confused by knowledge, the core can still be used.

This meal on the system is really worth it.

Facing Tang's eyes that turned loving after he understood instantly, the system said: "......"

The system twists, the system screams, the system prepares to creep darkly.

"Hahahaha, you've seen through this, so I won't hide it anymore..."

"Are you serious about that laughter...read less novels..."

Blocking out the system that was full of messages like "I don't want to listen, I don't want to listen to your nonsense, I'm going crazy, you're ruining my reputation by talking nonsense," Tang unconsciously spun his ring.

"It can circumvent the theater's inherent mystery and allow me to adjust the theater's resources at any time."

He walked forward, thinking, "In other words, I can choose who will participate in the 'performance' and who will not become a secret puppet."

'The Never-Ending Theater', if placed in the church, would be a Level Zero Sealed Object.

The highest level is extremely dangerous, with the highest level of importance and confidentiality. It cannot be inquired about, spread outside, described, or spied on. It corresponds to the status and power of extraordinary angels and above.

There are level zero seals in the church, and some are said to be able to destroy a country or even the world.

The never-ending theater undoubtedly has terrifying resources at its disposal, whether it's the puppet formed by the countless extraordinary characteristics left behind, or other extraordinary people who are normally controlled.

As long as this theater is given time, with its expansion speed, it may not be long before it covers the entire Tingen.

All the people in the city performed a grand play together. In this way, it might not be long before the theater itself could meet the ritual needs of the fortune teller's advancement from the second level to the first level.

The risk was worth it, Tang sighed silently.

"So, with this extraordinary item, the 'Master's Ring', the theater can also be considered my 'secret puppet'?"

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"What did you find?" In the northwest corner of Tingen City, under a dilapidated and desolate tent that looked severely damaged and falling apart.

This place is shrouded by the power of darkness, and everything is hidden in an area that is invisible to ordinary people.

The old man, wearing a black and red clergy robe, had a kind and quiet face, but gave people a sense of silent fear. He examined the traces left at the scene. He just shook his head at the old man next to him who had white hair and beard but looked very strong.

"No special traces were left."

"From the testimony of the gutter rats we caught, there must have been a major battle in this place before."

Archbishop Staven of the Church of the Storm frowned. "Tingen is no match for Backlund, and the church's power can't radiate to the entire territory of Loen. These damn cultists always find loopholes."

"There must be a High-Sequence Beyonder lurking nearby. Perhaps he hasn't gone far yet! We can still track him!"

For the extraordinary people of the Church of Storms, finding - asking - drawing conclusions is a simple three-point straight line.

"But they left nothing behind." The old man remained calm. "All traces have been erased, leaving only a few insignificant items. This allows us to confirm that this place has indeed suffered some kind of 'secret' erosion. Even divination is extremely difficult."

The involvement of High-Sequence Beyonders was inevitable, but their purpose was uncertain. What happened here after the civilians and Beyonders fled?

"No matter what the cultists do, we only need to obey the oracle given by the Lord, protect the people, and isolate the danger..."

The wind blew, the darkness dissipated, and what was left was completely razed to the ground, as if there had never been a circus here, and no one had ever been here.

-

After controlling the secret puppet to catch a few wild rabbits and take out some bird eggs, Tang slowly went deeper into the depths of Mount Mut.

He took out the pendulum he had prepared in advance from the system warehouse, and while doing divination, he determined the location where the theater needed to be unfolded next.

He used mystic methods to find a suitable location and waited for the response from the pendulum. During this period, Tang stuffed the wild game into the system warehouse and prepared to go back to make some new delicacies with the newly obtained sugar.

When the pendulum gave Tang the correct response, he took out a black box from the warehouse.

The box is square and looks ordinary.

Very light, small in size, and very convenient.

Tang opened the box, revealing the exquisite little doll inside.

In an instant, an invisible force emerged from within.

The night seemed to cover the sky, and a huge curtain appeared quietly and invisible above the head, blocking out the sun.

"What should the secret organization be called?"

Tang thought.

He tilted his head. "How about calling it Miskatonic?"

Miskatonic University.

Does this really exist in the real world, or is it a part of history from the past?
　Miskatonic: abbreviated as Miskatonic University, a fictional university in the Cthulhu system. The school has extremely high levels in the fields of archaeology, psychology, mysticism, medicine, etc. The library has a rich collection of books (on mysticism) and has trained many legendary investigators.

　　
　
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