Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 88 087 'Deformity'

If this witch is not controlled and guided, she will be on the verge of losing control and going crazy.

Long-term mental oppression and a strong sense of self-denial. With his advancement to Sequence 7, the effects of the residual potion that hadn't been fully digested earlier on continued to deepen. Furthermore, the various extraordinary powers carried by the Sequence 7 potion itself caused mental shock and abnormal self-perception.
Wild Beyonders who don't know how to act and don't know how to act correctly will find it difficult to advance in this state. They are on the verge of losing control and turning into monsters is only a matter of time.

Tang looked at Liliana who was still talking to herself, and finally did not ask any further questions through the Sun Scepter.

He lifted the hypnotic state, allowing everything to return to calm, and also hinted to Liliana that she would forget everything that had just happened.

He already knew everything he needed to know, and he also had the clues to investigate. What he had to do next was to deal with that scumbag, dig out his secrets, and then hang him up as a secret doll.

Putting away the Sun Scepter, Tang took a step back without stopping. The scene presented in the Euclidean space began to change, completely different from the dark and cold basement before.

This space has similar properties to the spiritual world. Distance has no meaning. It moves, presents, and amplifies different images only according to the observer's will.

Here, in front of him, no matter how deep Whislek Bernstein hid, as long as he was in the city of Sagaburg and within his observation range, he would be found.

Feeling that his spiritual power was about to run out, Tang frowned, but he suppressed the idea of ​​using the Yesterday's Reappearance Spell to borrow spiritual power from the future, and then using the Sun Scepter to beat the scum to death with one blow, and returned to the real world to restore his spiritual power first.

Back at the inn, Tang communicated with the system.

"From the information I've read, this witch isn't a Beyonder from the Witch Cult. The potion was provided specifically for her by Whislek Bernstein."

Colonel Bernstein is a military man, where did he get the formula for the witch's potion?
Was this situation allowed by the military, or was it that the military was unaware of it and Whisleck Bernstein acted on his own initiative?
"There are many possibilities, but the information you currently possess is insufficient to make a judgment."

The system's big data calculations can naturally count all possibilities, but there are too few preconditions. Just like divination, there is no way to accurately determine which possibility it is.

"However, if it's not a spy planted by the Witch Cult within the Loen military, nor a spy trained by the Loen military, the most likely possibility is that the scumbag is attracted to the power of the Witch Path itself, host."

This speculation is consistent with Tang's idea.

All three possibilities were possible, but Tang was more inclined to believe that the scumbag had secretly cultivated Liliana Bernstein without telling anyone. After all, Sequence 9 in the Witch Path was called Assassin, and Sequence 8 was called Instigator.

Win over the people you like, assassinate and instigate the enemies, and pave the way for yourself.

Extraordinary people from both the disaster and calamity paths, tsk.

While waiting for his spiritual recovery, Tang told Owen the general situation through the Traveler's Secret Doll placed next to him.

Irving gritted his teeth when he heard this.

"I didn't realize that Colonel Bernstein was such a person!"

He gritted his teeth and said, "How could he do such a thing to a child?"

Anyone with a normal outlook on life who heard this would feel a chill, followed by discomfort and anger, and would wish to grind this seemingly human-like Loen military colonel to dust.

But the values ​​of the lower classes in this world were horribly distorted, with apathy reigning supreme. They couldn't be blamed for this. Unfed and cold, the lower classes struggled, while the upper classes engaged in scheming and scheming. Whether it was Loen, Intis, Feysac, or Balam, it was the same.

In this world, humans are the anchor of the gods. They are important, yet also despised.

Tang was already very satisfied with Owen's reaction.

At least it proves that their family tradition is still positive and has not been led astray.

The mysterious lady, with her long, smooth hair falling casually on her shoulders and dressed in a black robe, said lazily, "It was the same in our time."

Coming from the Tudor Empire, she was naturally well aware of this aspect. "Without corresponding power, humans are nothing more than sacrifices and cannon fodder in the hands of the gods."

"And Beyonders, tsk, are nothing more than more powerful cannon fodder. Those who haven't reached Sequence 4, haven't touched the realm of demigod, half-human, transcend the shackles of class and want to live a decent life. This is quite difficult."

Traveler's Secret Doll, Anjie tapped the void in front of her, and an illusory book appeared in her hand.

"I come, I see, I record."

As the pages of the illusory book turned, Angel's figure stopped on one of the pages and slowly disappeared from the spot, as if entering the blind spot of others' vision and no longer being seen by others.

"Don't worry, he will handle these problems well."

"And I, in the next period of time, will also assist you and make some achievements here, little boy."

Leaving behind a meaningful sentence, she disappeared completely, entering a state of psychological invisibility.

Owen: ...

If he hadn't known that this was Tang's secret doll, he would have thought he had really encountered a Sequence 5 traveler from the Tudor Empire.

After seeing Owen being so dumbfounded, Tang quietly stuffed the 'bionic puppet' module into his Traveler Marionette and maxed out his intelligence attribute:)

A smile is the best explanation.

If nothing else, it's always good to smile more.

After letting go of the string that controlled the spirit of the marionette on the other side, Tang threw himself onto the soft big bed that was moved out of the theater. Maggot crawled twice before sitting up from the bed that was full of the "smell of sunshine."

"The purpose this time is very precise. First, wait for the dark side of the universe to appear."

"Second, seek opportunities for promotion."

'The task status has been changed.'

Mission: [Master of Secrets]

"As you've been promoted to 'Master of Secret Puppetry', you've already learned certain rules for acting. Please follow these rules and gradually refine them to improve your potion digestion."

'Task completion: 53%.'

The potion was more than half digested. If it were a normal one, one active role-play might not be enough.

Then, it would be good to raise the level of the audience during the performance.

"The dark side of the universe, the existence of gods."

If he murdered a Sequence 4 God-Descendant with divine status, his potion digestion would probably also take off.

That's right, it's quite dangerous.

Honestly, he had no desire to participate in a battle of this magnitude. Using the unique nature of Euclid Space to inform the Storm Church, the Craftsman Church, and the Night Church without triggering the demons' dangerous instincts was the best he could do.

(End of this chapter)