Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 49 049 Theater Core
A theater that never ends.

Countless huge building shadows floated in the air, and there were four huge stars in the sky above.

The bright sun and the dark sun are one in the east and the other in the west.

The crimson full moon floats in the south, and the bright white moon stands in the north.

The extraordinary scene will make your scalp tingle just by looking at it. The sun and the moon, magnified countless times, have an incomparable sense of weirdness and horror, just like when astronauts stand on the moon to look at the earth, it will trigger an involuntary fear from the bottom of their hearts.

This seems to be an infinitely wide space, with the shadows of buildings floating in the boundless air, as if they will be swallowed up by the darkness surrounded by countless bright stars at any time.

The four huge stars emitted light and heat all the time, illuminating the countless figures walking in the shadows of the buildings.

Those figures were numb and mechanical, like puppets, with no expression on their faces, as if they had long since lost all human emotions, leaving only emptiness and... confusion and disbelief?

In the shadow of the building, in the largest bell tower, the sound of writing and Tang's pointing and gesticulating could be heard.

This room he had designed for himself was a combination of some elements from his memory and the layout of his own study. A grey cashmere carpet covered the floor, and huge floor-to-ceiling windows offered a view of the crimson moon in the distance. Bookshelves were placed against the wall, and on the large desk were several lighted table lamps placed out of place. The modern style and the medieval style looked somewhat out of place and unusual.

Tang is not alone here.

A lady in a clerical robe stood by a desk, numbly holding a small seal and pressing it towards the lower right corner of the pile of parchment in front of her. Another young man with the appearance of Intis was equally numb, as if his energy had been drained by work and he had been working a 996 schedule for a whole year. He was holding a pen and constantly writing and drawing on the parchment.

Their movements were not slow at all, but at this moment they were just like office workers who were woken up by their boss in the middle of the night to work overtime, with a look of wanting to die and not wanting to live.

If they were puppets with their own minds, they would definitely backstab their masters without hesitation.

Corporate slaves...my idols are people too!
The black-hearted boss Tang leaned back in a soft armchair, holding the "admission notice" with their seal on it, took a sip of 1982 boiled water, and then picked up the cakes on the table to taste them.

He looked at the admission notice he had written and was very satisfied.

"If we add a messenger owl, a professor who can turn into a cat, an old man with a white beard, and a boy named Harry Potter, it would be even more immersive."

Putting down the admission notice, Tang stood up from the large, high-backed chair.

The ring on his little finger was heating up like crazy, and the core of the theater seemed to be going crazy out of control!

God knows what this guy, this guy—what has he been doing these days? He made such a mess here!

The resentful core of the theater has already begun planning his own Dark Shark cause. Tang looked up at the gate and saw a tall man looking at him with fire in his eyes almost bursting out.

"Hey." Tang waved at him politely, "Come in."

This is the only two demigod-level secret puppets in the theater, Sequence Three of the Red Sacrifice Path, the War Bishop.

But obviously, this secret doll is here now, not because of his arrangement.

There is only one possibility for going against the arrangements made by the person in charge.

The war bishop walked into the room and sat down in front of Tang in a very rude and aggressive manner.

Tang also sat down.

"what are you doing?"

The War Bishop's loud voice made the marionettes around him who were still copying the "Enrollment Notice" tremble involuntarily. The two special beings who could control them were not in agreement at the moment. If a dispute broke out... who should they help?

Forget it, I'd better backstab the black-hearted boss.

Resentment +10086. "It seems that your vitality is really strong."

Tang did not answer the other party's question directly, but looked up and down at the War Bishop in front of him, judging the current state of the seal.

After being optimized by the system, he had looked at the core of this seal several times, but each time the "activity" displayed by the other party was not as strong as this time, as if it was deliberately avoiding him.

"It's much more active than most of the seals I know of."

Whether it was the previous magic show or the various emotions displayed in the theater during this period, if he was not sure that this was a sealed object, Tang would even think that he was facing a living miracle worker.

A quill that can communicate normally, instead of a crazy desire to kill the user, a rule book that always writes weird rules, a glove and cane that wants to sing and dance, and so on.

Normal state...

"I want to kill you."

The War Bishop spoke slowly.

Sealed objects, especially those with a strong "alive" characteristic, always want to break free from the sealed state, kill the holder, and escape from the predicament. This is their instinctive reaction of being "alive".

"Yeah, I know." Tang nodded, "If possible, I will also break you up when I become a Miracle Master."

In this way, his Sequence 2 potion was settled.

The two of them have always had an adversarial relationship.

If there were no higher-level "rules" intervening, even if the Never-Ending Theater was sealed, those who wanted to use it would have to take layers of precautions and seals to ensure their own safety, otherwise the theater would turn itself into a secret puppet.

Instead of mobilizing the resources within the theater like this, or even having a dialogue with the core of this 'living' sealed object on an equal footing.

This strange result is only possible when there is interference from a strong third-party force.

'whee. '

"...System, could you please make a sound in advance when you speak?" He was almost scared to death, thinking that this secret doll was going to stab him.

"Sorry, sorry, host."

The War Bishop did not show any abnormality in response to Tang's answer. He could think normally and naturally knew clearly that the extraordinary characteristic was immortal, and he himself was the easiest shortcut to obtain the Miracle Master's potion.

But now, with the intervention of the 'rules', he had no way to kill the weak Beyonder in front of him.

"So, before that, what are you going to do here?"

The question of the potion's ownership didn't need to be discussed at all. Even if he... faced the 'parasite' inside the Beyonder's body, it would resist madly!
However, that should be a problem for a long time to come. The problem now is——

"Isn't it obvious?" Tang said doubtfully. "I thought you could see it."

He said, “I want to open a school.”

Not only ordinary people are recruited, but also extraordinary people, and systematic learning is provided.

The War Bishop had a look on his face that said, "Are you kidding me?"

What kind of good person would go to school here? Hang it up and use it as a secret puppet?
(End of this chapter)