Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 236 Diary 235
Towering stone pillars rose from the gray fog, with countless reliefs and carefully decorated patterns on them. They clustered together above the boundless gray fog and rose from the ground in an instant, just like the palace of a giant in the legend.

It was as if under the extremely high dome, above the endless gray fog, at this moment, in an almost "miraculous" way, a long, mottled table with a bronze hue appeared.

The gray fog vibrated, and ten high-backed chairs on each side of the bronze long table gradually and rapidly emerged, and there was also a seat at the top and bottom of the bronze long table.

Beneath the rapidly emerging ancient bronze long table, the gray-white mist like a foundation stone also began to vibrate. Together, they formed a mirror-like area with slight ripples, reflecting the clear image of the ancient and magnificent palace.

It is like a mirror, perfectly reflecting most of the things in the ancient palace on the water mirror ground beneath its feet.

It reflected Audrey Hall, Alger Wilson, the towering stone pillars, the lofty dome, the mottled long table, and the blurry figure who called himself "Error" sitting at the head of the mottled long table.

Ancient, mottled, powerful, and mysterious, people can't help but feel that the person in front of them is a god that cannot be offended. Just a slight display of its power can make everyone intuitively feel that this is a great existence that cannot be looked at directly and cannot be understood.

The gentleman who called himself "Error" sat at the head of the mottled long table, leaning back in his chair. He had a relaxed posture and did not seem to be at all aggressive. After materializing this ancient palace, he leisurely sat in the high-backed chair at the head, as if he was used to it.

Under the stunned gazes of Audrey Hall and Alger Wilson, Mr. Error emerged from nowhere with a book wrapped in layers of grayish-white mist.

The book's specific appearance could not be seen clearly, and others had no way of knowing what it was about.

Audrey Hall and Alger Wilson, upon seeing that Error had already begun doing its own thing and was currently ignoring their plans, averted their gazes, not daring to look at the figure at the head of the mottled long table.

Apparently, books hold a greater allure for Mr. Error than Audrey Hall or Alger Wilson.

Is this the powerful being that can pull us into this mysterious space? Is this the being that can perform miracles?

Alger Wilson's mind was torn between his own thoughts and his own desires. Surprise, astonishment, fear, and a hint of expectation arose spontaneously. As an extraordinary person himself, Alger Wilson seemed calmer than Ms. Audrey Hall when facing the corresponding situation.

After obtaining Mr. "Error"'s consent, the two began to communicate.

During this period, Mr. Error only responded when Miss Audrey Hall and Mr. Alger Wilson asked Mr. Error to make a few more attempts and ask him to agree to something.

The mysterious Mr. "Error" acted as if he didn't care at all about the deal between the two outsiders and their suggestion to "try a few more times."

"Mysterious and great, this is the mysticism I yearn for..."

Audrey Hall couldn't help but look at the figure wearing a black top hat and a matching tuxedo, but her figure was shrouded in gray mist, and her true appearance could not be seen clearly.

Backlund's most dazzling "gem" couldn't help but label this mysterious existence in his heart.

For some reason, Mr. Error reminded people of Tarot cards and the 22 Major Arcana cards invented by Emperor Roselle. Miss Audrey Hall, who chose the code name "Justice", and Alger Wilson, who wanted to choose "Pope" but for some reason chose "The Hanged Man", conducted a transaction of spiritual items and potion formulas in the mysterious space above the gray fog.

After encountering such an incredible thing and completing such a deal with their accelerated heartbeats, the two also discussed some knowledge related to mysticism.

Most of the time, Miss Audrey Hall asked questions about basic common sense such as "God's Path", "Profaned Slate", and "Tarot Divination". After Mr. "Hanged Man" finished his explanation, not long after, they heard Mr. "Error" at the head of the mottled long table close the book in his hand, and then said in a low voice with a hint of smile:
"Then let's end today's party here."

"I will obey your will." Alger, the "Hanged Man", stood up quickly without hesitation and bowed his head.

He seemed to be very familiar with this kind of scene and what to do in this situation.

"Your will is at my command." Audrey imitated the Hanged Man and stood up as well.

In the mysterious space above the gray fog, three figures disappeared, and the corresponding crimson stars also dimmed in an instant.

Only at this moment did Mr. Error stand up from his high-backed chair. He adjusted his black top hat and casually placed the book wrapped in grayish-white mist on the mottled long table.

It was a book with a cover featuring a dark blue gate made of countless huddled insects. The title of the book was written in characters familiar to Zhou Mingrui, who had already passed away:

Lord of Mysteries.

After standing up, Mr. Error first raised his eyebrows and looked at the high-backed chair he was sitting on.

Behind the high-back chair, one after another, symbols that seemed to be composed of constellations were constantly and madly changing.

The mysterious space above the gray fog, after sensing the departure of the Fool, noticed something was wrong and is trying to investigate the situation and expel the invaders.

The symbol behind the high-backed chair where Mr. Error sat, after Mr. Fool left, jumped back and forth between Mr. Error, the Hermit, and the General Knowledge. Finally, it formed a symbol that seemed to be the highest, composed of a zigzag surface symbolizing space, a twisted line symbolizing time, and an eye symbolizing the gaze of nothingness.

"Ah, I've been spotted."

The gray fog boiled for a moment, but the symbol twisted again, turning back into its original symbol of "error."

Then, it turned into the "Fool" symbol composed of half a pupilless eye and half a twisted line.

The Gray Mist's operating mechanism is stuck.

Like, maybe, probably, okay?

The gray fog is confused, the gray fog is at a loss, the gray fog can't make a decision, let's take another look.

Mr. Error withdrew his gaze, obviously very satisfied with his masterpiece.

His gaze fell back on the mottled bronze table. At that moment, beneath the high-backed chairs where Mr. Hanged Man and Ms. Justice were supposed to be sitting, their reflections did not disappear even after they left Sefirah Castle.

Mr. Error stared at the two high-backed chairs quietly, with a perfect smile still on his lips.

Under the two high-backed chairs, where the reflection still remained after the owner left, ripples suddenly appeared on the ground like a water mirror.

A blonde girl and a not-so-strong young man slowly "grew" out from the water-like ground, just like things reflected in a water mirror, leaving their area and appearing in the real world.

They were no different from the real Audrey Hall and the real Alger Wilson. They all looked at Mr. Error, who was sitting at the head of the mottled long table, and bowed respectfully:
"Good morning, Mr. Error." "Good morning, Ms. Justice, Mr. Hanged Man."

"Did you enjoy today's performance?"

Hearing the gentle voice of Mr. Error, Miss Justice, and Mr. Hanged Man, their colleagues all showed the same, unremarkable smile.

Mr. Error nodded with satisfaction, then he showed the same unremarkable smile as Miss Justice and Mr. The Hanged Man.

The Lord of Mysteries placed on the mottled long table fluttered silently and stopped at the first page.

"A fool who does not belong to this era..."

Blurry figures composed of gray-white mist appeared one after another on the other nineteen high-backed chairs. The reflection of Mr. Error on the mirror-like ground showed the image of a young man with a scholarly temperament, black hair and brown eyes.

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Zhou Mingrui did not notice what kind of changes had occurred in the space he had just been in, nor did he notice anything strange about the person he had just pulled into the gray fog world.

When Zhou Mingrui exited the mysterious space above the gray fog, he had obviously realized that he might not be able to travel back so easily.

"Perhaps, only by mastering true 'magic', the true supernatural power of this world, can there be a solution."

"From today on, I am Klein Moretti."

Zhou Mingrui, no, Klein sighed silently. When he returned to his real residence, the piles of things outside the window, the figures lying on the floor and ceiling trying to squeeze in, and the countless limbs and bones at the end of the corridor had long since disappeared. There was no trace of abnormality left at the scene.

Klein slowed down and was about to get up to make something to eat, but maintaining the operation of that mysterious space seemed to have consumed a lot of his mental energy. He felt dizzy as soon as he stood up, and had to lie down on the bed to make up for the sleep he had lost last night.

"I have to say, adrenaline is really powerful..."

This was his last thought.

When Klein woke up, he first took out the bread used for the "lucky change ritual" and then took out a portion of completely cold food from the bag of pancakes he had bought when he came back. He didn't care about "heating it before eating" and hurriedly solved his stomach problem.

"Could this 'Senior Time Traveler' be someone from my Great Foodie Empire? Well, it's not impossible if I think about it this way."

After all, Jianbingguozi, Wolf Tooth Potatoes, and so many other things that are very similar to modern society all indicate that someone is secretly influencing, guiding, "inventing" and "creating".

And since Klein can travel through time, then others must be able to travel through time as well.

He never thought that he was the only "lucky one".

"However, according to Klein's memory, these things seem to have been popular in Tingen City a long time ago."

The original Klein Moretti had almost always lived in this environment, so it was unlikely that he would subjectively and deliberately pursue the historical factors behind this change. If he wanted to know who the "predecessor time traveler" was, Klein could only go to the Tingen City Center Library, Tingen University, Khoy University, and other places to look for relevant records.

Thinking of this, Klein pulled out a few books from the bookshelf in his room.

These were all diaries written by the original body. Klein received this corpse with a hole in its head. Many memories were still hidden in the deepest part of his mind, and it was a little difficult to actively recall them without triggering keywords.

After Klein realized that returning home was temporarily hopeless, he had no choice but to take the initiative and thoroughly sort out the matters related to his predecessor.

Otherwise, it is very likely that the truth will be revealed to other relatives of the previous life.

He didn't want to be burned at the stake just yet.

After all, suddenly changing a person is blasphemous and evil, even in this era of "magic" and extraordinary powers. If discovered, there is probably only one way to go, and that is death.

"After all, what's the point of traveling through time? The core has been changed, and you can also inherit memories... It's terrifying to think about it."

Klein took out his diaries and, not minding the unmade bed, sat cross-legged on it. He began flipping through the newly purchased diary, trying to see if he could complete the incomplete fragments of his memories.

After all, when his predecessor died, the words "Everyone will die, including me" really made Klein feel the same fear he had felt when he visited a haunted house.

But unlike the haunted house, this is something that really happened around him and happened to the original person.

"There must be some reason behind Klein Moretti's death that I'm unaware of, some hidden secret."

However, he did not find the corresponding memory fragment among the memory fragments he currently knew.

This fragment of memory is obviously the key to unlocking the mystery of the original owner's suicide.

Opening the latest diary, Klein began to follow the original owner's writing style and the memories that flashed in his mind from time to time.

He had to be thankful that the original owner had kept a diary since childhood, saving his thoughts and recording his inspirations. Therefore, Klein had quite a few notes spread out on the bed. The diary he was currently holding wasn't too old, and it was obvious that the original owner had only recently started using it.

In this diary, the first part is mostly about the University of Tingen, history and linguistics:

"On May 5th, with the help of Mr. Azik, Tang and I analyzed a book on the common language of the Balam Empire on the southern continent."

"What's strange is that the language used by the Southern Continent's Balam Empire, which recently resumed trade with the nations of the Northern Continent, is also derived from Ancient Feysac, a branch of Giant."

"But why is this so? There's no record of any exchanges between the Southern and Northern continents before, either in history books or other folk literature. Why did they use the same language?"

"Tang speculated that this could be traced back to an even more distant era, the Quaternary Period, or even earlier, the Tertiary Period..."

(End of this chapter)