The Terra Travel Diary of Neither Sacred, Rhea, nor Terra

"?" After another big question mark appeared, the Earth Spirit finally reacted and said, "I am being mentally controlled???"

"It should be called mental transformation. If you had taken a sip just now, you wouldn't have encountered this." After saying this, Miku stood up without explaining too much.

"Transformation?" Di Ling was confused for a moment, and then suddenly found that Miku, who was sitting next to him, was gone.

She quickly looked around and found that Miku had appeared on the stage at some point, among the toy dolls holding various weapons.

The earth spirit, who didn't understand when Miku came on stage, looked at Kristen in confusion.

Chris, who literally had no expression on her face, shrugged.

Kristen didn't know how Miku teleported to the stage.

Without any prelude, Miku just stood up and stood on the stage, as if he had always been on the stage.

"Tragedy is not like this." Miku on the stage said to the dolls in a directive tone.

"This is what tragedy is." Miku's words were immediately met with a noisy response.

The dolls used childlike voices to repeatedly emphasize that tragedy is like this, this is tragedy, tragedy is reality, reality is cruel, cruelty gives birth to tragedy, reality is tragedy.

Finally, all the sounds turned into one sentence:

“Tragedy is cruel reality, and reality is cruel tragedy.”

"I can only say that you are quite ridiculous.

Not only is it not that tragic, it’s not that cruel either.” Miku criticized mercilessly.

If it were a normal crew, security guards would have come out from backstage to rush Miku off the stage at this time.

Fortunately, the crew in front of Miku was not normal, so the response to Miku was also a chorus of voices after a brief silence:

"You come."

There is an attitude of "if you can do it, then do it."

"Okay." Miku raised the gentleman's stick in his hand and hit a rag doll that had been torn to pieces on the ground.

The rag doll with its broken body stood up shakily, hugged another rag doll beside it, and started another pantomime controlled by Miku.

The story is very simple. There is a man who lost his daughter. Then in order to resurrect his daughter, he created one doll after another that looked like his daughter.

Then we love, care for and cultivate these puppets, turning them from puppets into human beings, into people with real souls.

After that, he killed them, over and over again.

No matter how those puppets with souls begged, cried, were sad or desperate, he still killed them silently.

It seems that all the love I had for the doll was fake and had never happened.

His ultimate goal in doing all this was just to suck the souls of these dolls to resurrect his daughter whose body was beginning to decay.

The Earth Spirit, who understood and comprehended this scene, bent over and began to dry heave.

Christen, who was standing by, also covered her forehead with her hands, not sure whether she was speechless or just couldn't bear to watch.

"Why?" After the performance, which was neither long nor short, the manipulator behind the puppets spoke in a hoarse and distorted voice.

"Why? The so-called tragedy is to crush beautiful things, and loved ones are the most beautiful things in the world." Miku said.

"Why?" The hoarse and distorted voice sounded again.

"Because only the most selfless love can give birth to a true soul." Miku said, knowing why the other party was asking these questions.

After a brief silence, a round of applause sounded from backstage, and a figure with puppet strings hanging all over his body, looking as thin as a stick and looking like a puppet without skin or cotton stuffing, walked out from backstage.

Along with his applause, applause broke out again in the empty audience seats, and it was thunderous applause.

"Perfect, perfect tragedy, crushing beautiful things, crushing countless beautiful things, using the greatest love to create the most beautiful thing and then crushing it with the most cruel means, this is indeed the greatest tragedy."

"Although I have heard about the Blood Demon Clan's artistic achievements for a long time, as the saying goes, seeing is believing."

The puppeteer who walked up to Miku bowed slightly to Miku and asked politely:

"Are you interested in having a part-time job in my troupe? Your Excellency the Respected Blood Demon."

"I'm not interested, but do you want to know the ending of this story?" Miku asked calmly without any expression.

"The ending? The ending of this story, oh, could it be that the alchemist's daughter was resurrected as a doll?"

"No, no, no, maybe his daughter had already been resurrected, and the doll he made was his daughter. The daughter he resurrected was actually just a doll."

The puppeteer instantly thought of several possible endings, he didn't mind the fact that Miku had no interest in joining the troupe, after all, he was a blood demon.

"No, what I'm asking is what his ending was in reality," said Miku.

"Reality? Is this a real story? Yes, this should be reality. Only reality is the real tragedy. No tragedy is more tragic than reality. Where is the alchemist? Is he a wizard from Leithania or a lich from Sarkaz? Is he still alive? Oh, I really want to meet him and his daughters." The puppeteer's voice was hoarse but he did not hide his excitement at all.

"You'll see him soon," Miku said.

"Me? Soon?"

Before the puppeteer could react, Miku immediately said:

"I switched his soul, reset his world, and gave him a Mobius snake."

"He became her, and then she became them, endlessly, without end."

"..." Even if he was slow to react, the puppeteer who realized what Miku was saying took a step back subconsciously. At the same time, the puppet strings on his body stood up, and the dolls connected by these puppet strings also stood up.

Then the puppeteer saw a ball of flame.

The flames that burned his soul caused the puppeteer to let out perhaps the loudest howl he could ever make in his life.

The howl came and went quickly, and within a few seconds, the puppeteer's body fell in front of Miku, emitting black smoke.

Seeing Miku suddenly turn into a skeleton with fire all over her body, the earth spirit was so scared that she directly summoned the beast spirit behind her, and then the skeleton goat beast spirit behind her was also scared and curled up into a ball.

At this moment, the chandelier above Christen and Di Ling, who were still in the audience, creaked and fell down with a crash.

When the chandelier was about to hit Kristen and Di Ling, BT, who had been acting as a tray, raised his head and shot a ray of light from his "eyes", decomposing the falling chandelier out of thin air.

If this hits the porcelain solid, Christen might be fine, but the earth spirit will probably lose his memory.

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"…What happened?" Christen asked loudly after being alert for a while and finding that no more unexpected situations occurred.

"I killed the boss in one second." Miku patted the fire off his body, recovered from his flaming skeleton state, and said to the puppeteers behind the scenes:

“The saddest tragedy is that you don’t even know what the tragedy in the story is.”

After saying that, Miku looked towards the audience, raised his hand and waved to the two confused ladies in the audience and said:

"Okay, come here."

The next moment, the huddled earth spirit and Kristen appeared in front of Miku.

Having no idea how she stood in front of Miku, Christen was stunned for a while and could only attribute this to the magical alien magic. She looked down at the puppeteer who was still smoking on the ground and said:

"He built this castle?"

"Of course not, he's just an announcer." Miku raised his head and looked around, paused in a certain direction, and said without saying anything more, "At most, he is a manager, and that's just on the surface."

"The ones that are obvious? Are there more?" Christen really wanted to rub her eyebrows, but after thinking about it, she found that she had no eyebrows now.

"There aren't many left. The rest have gone into hiding." Miku said with a smile, "After all, they are all ex machina. How can we continue the show?"

"Deus ex machina..." Christen felt that she had to redefine deus ex machina. This was simply ruining the party, right?

"Do you know how I originally planned to perform the descent of the spirit?" Miku said to Christen.

"How to descend?"

"Literally, a machine, a god descending." Miku said with a smile, and the BT beside him also beeped.

"Oh" Christen immediately understood what Miku meant, that is, if Miku's original idea was followed, then the ending should be a mechanical structure falling from the sky.

As for how big the mechanical structure is, Christen estimated that it would not be small.

It is indeed not small. Miku originally planned to open a door to heaven directly in this space, and then move a part of heaven here, and then announce the arrival of Judgment Day in the name of heaven... Although this is not the simplest and most convenient method, it is at least quite impressive.

And it’s more in line with “Deus Ex Machina”…after all, God is a supercomputer.

As a result, the power of heaven was not used, but the power of hell was used instead.

It's not as deus ex machina as it seems, but it's enough. As the saying goes, evil will be punished by evil... If the other party wasn't too frail and not so tasty, Miku wouldn't mind using the "blood demon" method of the Terra world.

Kristen didn't know about Miku's plans, but she knew that if this was a game, then she should have completed it.

"And was the watch found?"

"Is this what you are talking about?" Miku took out a gold chain from his chest pocket, and behind the chain was a pocket watch made of the same gold.

The pocket watch shook gently in Miku's hand, and the eyes of the earth spirit beside him immediately became blurred.

Noticing this, Miku immediately picked up the pocket watch, opened the cover, and revealed the photo of a woman on the cover.

The woman in the photo was not wearing any jewelry, and even the photo itself was a yellowed black and white photo.

But these still can't hide the woman's gorgeous appearance... It's worth loving the beauty of the country and the beauty of the beauty.

"When was it?" The earth spirit asked immediately after coming back to his senses from being almost hypnotized by Miku.

"He was the guy who asked me for Originium ingots during the first pass," Miku replied.

"..." Both Christen and Di Ling took several seconds to remember who Miku was talking about... Miku had speed-run with them too fast before.

"Is this your first time giving me an Originium ingot?" The Earth Spirit still remembered that when Miku passed by that space, he ignored the musician who was also from Leitania and said directly before the other party could speak, "No, no, don't bother me."

In other words, Miku gave the Originium ingot the first time?

"How could I have that Originium ingot to give him? I beat him up the first time I heard it." Miku replied to the earth spirit.

"..."Di Ling and Kristen were both speechless.

"Unfortunately, it's fake, just like the crown." After showing it off, Miku threw the pocket watch to the ground, and it rolled among the dolls.

"Fake?" Kristen asked curiously, "Then why did the leader of the Rusty Hammer Organization ask you to look for this?"

"It's just an excuse." Miku waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "It's just an excuse to make me interested in visiting this castle. Besides, at least the gin cup is real.

Having said that, after Miku finished speaking, he picked up the gin glass on the tray above BT's head, drank the deep red liquid in it in one gulp, and threw it next to the pocket watch.

After doing all this, Miku did not choose to stay and said directly:

"Let's go."

The next moment, Miku and his group returned to the temporary hut with double decoration style.

The two people who had no idea why Miku had just thrown away the wine glass saw Miku come to the bar, pick up the wooden wine glass that had been placed there at some point, and take a look at it.

Said something even more enigmatic:

“Very good, worth the money.”

In the still dim castle opera hall, a slow sound of footsteps was heard, and a man named Filin, wearing a brown shirt, a black vest, and a pair of half-frame glasses, walked onto the stage.

A ball of blue flame gathered in Filin's hand and turned into a feather pen.

The tip of the pen slid across his wrist, dipping into the blood flowing from the wound, and Filin waved the feather pen in his hand and wrote something out of thin air.

Following Film's movements, a puppet beside the announcer stood up shakily.

The puppet stood up and looked around. He saw Filin holding a feather pen, and finally looked at the "corpse" lying next to him. He asked Filin in the hoarse voice of an announcer:

"What happened? Playwright."

"You've become a puppet." The playwright put away his quill and replied in a nonchalant tone.

"What? Why? What happened?" Although it was reality, the announcer still couldn't accept it at first.

"You have provoked the wrong enemy, and the troupe is finished," said the playwright.

"They are just a group of uninvited guests. Wait, what did you say? What happened to the troupe?" The announcer who turned into a puppet made a statement first, and then realized what the playwright meant.

"The troupe is finished, literally finished. Everyone is dead, all the souls have dissipated. Even this place is about to disappear. The scarlet castle will once again return to that land of tragedy and suffering." The playwright said, maintaining his calm tone.

"Then why are you still alive?" The announcer puppet then noticed that the playwright was carrying a suitcase. He knew very well the significance of this suitcase to the playwright, as all his completed and unfinished works were placed in it.

The playwright who holds this in his hands will definitely be in trouble.

"I was just let off because I'm just a playwright. I can write tragedy or comedy. As a playwright, I'm neutral."

In fact, these are just the playwright's speculations, and he doesn't know how he was let off.

"Or maybe I wasn't spared either, but I just didn't know it, just like you are now."