Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 1 Don Eggers Ramd

The early morning sunlight shines through the glass that was just replaced yesterday, leaving a fresh and wonderful smell on the ground.

It was a quiet morning, and the servants in the castle got up early to start their daily work.

Baron Ramde had gone out on an inspection yesterday and hadn't returned yet. The two distinguished gentlemen and the Baroness, who had just returned from overseas, were now inside the castle. The servants had already prepared a plentiful meal and were waiting to serve them.

As one of the owners of the castle, it was a beautiful morning, and his noble status was enough for Don Eggers Ramde, the youngest son of the baron, to immerse himself in the fragrance of the bakery in his dreams, the exquisite supermarket prepared food, and the surprise of various carbonated drinks.

It was the knock on the door at this moment that was a little suffocating.

Tang, already a very bad morning grump, had to open his eyes and think about secretly hanging the person knocking on the door from some crooked tree at night. Seeing that the knocking continued and no servants were outside to stop him, Tang had to crawl out of the warm bed, with his hair messy and a fake smile on his face, and sat up.

Before opening the door, the image of my irritable brother outside the door, a reckless man who liked to play with swords, had already appeared in my mind.

After opening the door of the room, Tang looked at the tall man in front of him with sleepy eyes but full of anger.

"My dear brother, if nothing else, could you please let your brother have a good rest? Or would you rather have the maids knocking on your door in the middle of the night?"

"Haha, Tang." The elder brother, Owen Ramde grinned and slapped his younger brother on the shoulder, making the other party grimace but without any sign of remorse.

He thrust the broadsword he had prepared in advance, which was not much shorter than himself, into the hands of his newly awakened brother, seemingly unaware of the murderous look in his eyes. He said, "Father taught us that physical training is a daily process, and self-discipline itself is a very good quality... Oh, I wanted to remind you that you really did sleep in today, and our mother is waiting for us to have dinner."

Tang: “…”

He took a deep breath, and with the help of his physical fitness, he threw the broadsword back into the other person's arms, and then slammed the door shut without looking back.

Owen heard the angry voice coming from inside, smiled, picked up the broadsword and turned away.

Entering the bathroom and looking at himself in the mirror, Tang also heard a voice in his head.

'Host, it is now six forty-two standard time.'

"According to the itinerary, we need to summarize the rules and regulations for playing the 'Puppet Master' today."

'New tasks updated.'

'Mission: A Small Attempt by the Puppet Master'

"Now that you have been promoted from 'Faceless Man' to 'Master of Secret Puppetry', as one of the most bizarre abilities below that of a demigod, the extraordinary ability of the Master of Secret Puppetry can become a powerful force in your hands."

"Please control the spiritual thread of any spiritual being."

'Task completion: 31%'

'Task 2: One, two, three, wooden man.'

"How can a puppet master not have his own puppet? Please hurry up and find a spiritual person who can be made into a puppet. Remember, the quality of the puppet is equally important."

'Make your own secret doll.'

'Task completion: 0/3'

main mission:

"Main Quest 4: Advance to Sequence , Trickster."

'Main Mission 2: Recover the 'Hermit', the uniqueness of the Sequence 1 Beyonder characteristic of the 'Perfector' pathway.'

PS, does Sequence Four need to become an occultist/alchemist? Yes.

The PS at the bottom is completely unnecessary, thank you.

Tang rolled his eyes. "Do you want me to turn into a caterpillar and crawl around on the ground?"

Anyone who has traveled through a mysterious place knows that wandering around randomly can really kill you.

Even if he doesn't die, he will go crazy, and a very bad kind of crazy.

Tang rubbed his brow. After washing up, he lay down on his clean, sun-scented bed, feeling lazy and still wanting to sleep. But after all that commotion, he no longer had the desire to fold his hands over his chest and peacefully "die." Thinking of the system again, he exhaled and sighed silently:
"Almost eighteen years."

Eighteen years ago, he died in a car accident in his original world.

When he opened his eyes again, he was here.

An absurd world.

"Why did it have to be the Lord of Mysteries..."

Although time travel gave him a second life, which was a rare opportunity, he felt that even a two-dimensional world with a more combat-oriented style like Naruto and Bleach would be much better. At least in those worlds, being an ordinary person would give him a chance to survive.

But it happened to be the Lord of Mysteries, a world with a Cthulhu vibe...

In a world filled with gods, evil gods, and cultists, and with too many elements of death, most people at the bottom of society have no chance of living a good life.

But he wanted to live and cherish his hard-earned second life.

Taking another silent breath, Tang sat up in bed.

"That's really, really bad..."

"Host, there's no need to feel too bad."

The voice in my head still chatters.

'Perhaps you could choose the Occultist/Alchemist.'

Tang: "Haha."

Tang: "Is this thing part of that thing?"

He couldn't remember what that thing was, only had a very vague impression. To be honest, he couldn't remember it even after entering this world and becoming a fortune teller through potions.

It’s not that he forgot, but after integrating into this world, his spirit warned him that remembering it would have terrible consequences.

This also includes many things. The spirituality automatically filters out the knowledge that he cannot access, making it impossible for him to remember.

This is a kind of protection. After all, in this world, knowledge beyond one's own level can actually lead to death.

And this system that was born with him...has been guiding him towards the path of a craftsman, a peeper of secrets...

Bah, bad luck.

A few days ago, Tang, who had returned from the sea and been promoted to a Sequence Five 'Puppet Master' through the voice of the mermaid, looked at the bright sunshine outside the window and slowly exhaled again.

"Well, the Fifth Epoch, and the arrival of 'Mr. Fool', is still at least 1,300 to 1,400 years away."

“How can we get through such a huge span?”

He stroked his chin. "Ancient scholars of Sequence Three, the ritual is to be detached from reality for at least three hundred years."

"Forget it. I'll think about Sequence Three later."

Tang thought as he sat at the dining table and prepared to enjoy breakfast.

"Host, you can also choose Occultist/Alchemist..."

"Tongzi," Tang said lovingly, "don't force me to slap you when I'm in the best mood of the day."

Tongzi: "......"

Be rational, host.

　The protagonist's fortune teller path comes with a mystical 'system'

　　
　
(End of this chapter)