Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 267 266 The Mysterious Servant ultimately needs the Lord of Mysteries…

The sorcerer digests the potion...

Klein tapped his scribbled thoughts, then conjured a fountain pen and placed a question mark next to them.

"It's a little weird."

Why use your own people to digest potions? And this is Tingen City, a city of miracles where angels exist. Isn't digesting potions here a bit too much? Aren't you afraid of being caught by the University of Michigan?
Well, they were indeed caught later.

"There's another point. If you think about it carefully, there's a lot of problem with Nix Miller's hanging."

Klein pondered for a moment, then wrote down the words "mastermind behind the stolen notebook" on the parchment.

He connected Nix Miller, the mastermind behind the stolen notebook, the terrified members of the Secret Order, and the Secret Order's sorcerer with black lines, pondered for a moment, and then silently crossed out a few of the lines.

In an instant, Klein vaguely felt that he had grasped something, but that inspiration was fleeting. Klein frowned, but still shook his head helplessly.

"If the prerequisites are not met, even divination will hardly yield the correct answer."

After confirming that the ritual was indeed directed at him and that the description of "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" could indeed be used to access this mysterious space above the gray fog, Klein simulated the feeling of falling, broke free from the mysterious space above the gray fog, and returned to the real world.

-

St. Peter's Hospital.

Klein turned down the brightness of the mineral lamp and read for a while.

Considering that the monster born from Riel Bieber was suspected of possessing a certain degree of divinity, Captain Dunn Smith granted five days of sick leave to the only injured member present who had directly confronted Riel Bieber, so that he could recuperate properly at St. Peter's Hospital and prevent any possible aftereffects.

After all, the doctors at St. Peter's Hospital are equally excellent in treating mental illnesses and in the impact of their extraordinary methods.

After reading for a while the extremely hypnotic book "The Origin of Ritual Magic and Semiotics," Klein's eyelids drooped involuntarily. He closed the book, placed it on the bedside table, went to the bathroom, and prepared to go to sleep.

"Let's talk about it tomorrow..."

Yawning, Klein lay down and drifted off to sleep.

Time passed, second by second.

Klein then heard a strange, somewhat familiar voice.

The sound, which seemed to be a heavy object being dragged, was quite noisy across the ward. Klein, who was awakened by the noise, sat up in bed groggily. Through his blurry vision, he looked at the observation window on the ward door.

He saw the same scene again, observing many people walking forward mechanically outside the window.

"Another event tonight..."

Klein was about to lie down when he suddenly realized something, and he abruptly opened his eyes, all his drowsiness vanishing instantly.

He realized that something was wrong with the scene he had just seen.

"Are these people really that tall?"

The observation window was positioned slightly below Klein's head, but from Klein's angle while sitting on the hospital bed, he could only see the chins of the people walking around outside.

You can only see his chin, so he must be at least two meters tall, right?
Klein hadn't seen all the patients on this floor of St. Peter's Hospital, but so far, he had only seen one Fussac man who was nearly two meters tall and had a broken leg in a cast!

Where do all these people with such exaggeratedly tall statures come from?!
Klein's gaze swept over the throng of figures outside the window, one by one. As a fortune teller, Klein clearly sensed that something was amiss, and the source of this disharmony was not just their height.

These people don't sway their shoulders when they walk.

Just like the animal carcasses being transported by machines in the slaughterhouse that Klein had seen before his transmigration, the people walking through the door appeared to be moving, but they themselves were completely still!

what's the situation?
Klein's gaze sharpened slightly as he keenly recalled a scene he had once witnessed.

Nix Miller, the Sequence 5 Puppet Master, was hanged from a lamppost on his way to seek help. At that time, the Puppet Master's condition was somewhat similar to those moving "people" outside the door.

They were all hung up.

Secret puppet?

Are some patients at St. Peter's Hospital being mysticalized?
Other puppet masters, or sorcerers? Did the secret order come to silence him, intending to kill him for his psychic abilities?

Klein's lips trembled slightly. The people outside the door seemed to have noticed something. The patients passing by Klein's ward, stiff and rigid, slowly turned their heads.

Klein quickly lay back down, pretending to be fast asleep, but his palms were already sweating.

"The security measures at St. Peter's Hospital aren't bad. There's a lot of large-scale ritual magic and a large number of extraordinary individuals here; any intruders would be discovered very quickly..."

Just then, there was a soft knock on the door twice.

Is anyone inside...?

Outside the door, a hoarse, dry voice, like fingernails scratching steel plates, echoed through the corridors of St. Peter's Hospital at night.

Sometime later, the faint glow of the mineral lamps in the corridor outside the door had gone out.

"Are you awake, person inside?"

Why aren't the people inside saying anything?

"If you don't speak, the person inside... I'm going to come in..."

A creaking sound slowly rose, as if the patients outside were opening their doors.

Inside the ward, the light from the mineral lamp that Klein had turned down before going to sleep suddenly went out.

The room was plunged into a deathly silence, with only the crimson moonlight outside the window providing a faint glimmer of light in the dark ward.

The sound of heavy objects being dragged approached Klein step by step from the doorway!

Oops!

Klein, his eyes half-open, realizing he had alerted the other party, whispered and quickly recited in ancient Hermes:
"The embodiment of all errors, fallacies, and loopholes, the clock that guides destiny... I beg for your gaze, I beg for your favor, I beg you to see the abnormality within St. Peter's Hospital..."

This is the name of that being. If you clearly realize that you cannot defeat this monster, reciting this name and praying for protection is the best option!

After all, praying to a goddess may not necessarily get a response, but praying to that person in Tingen City is more likely to get their attention and protection!
The swaying, trembling sound that seemed to indicate a heavy object being pulled, which had already reached Klein's bedside, suddenly stopped.

Success? That person's gaze fell upon us?
Klein opened his eyes, and by the light of the crimson moon outside the window, a deformed, rotting, pus-filled head, crawling with transparent insects, pressed face to face with Klein's!
"hey-hey……"

The monster grinned, its teeth clattering to the ground, followed by a swarm of transparent worms crawling out of its gaping, black maw. Klein's eyes widened in shock.

"You're awake..."

A spiritual premonition went off like crazy. With a "buzz," Klein's brain felt like it had been hit hard. He was momentarily dazed, but before the fear could spread to his limbs, Klein's eyes blinked and the monster in front of him had vanished.

Like someone struggling to swim upstream from the depths of the ocean, finally reaching the surface, Klein gasped for breath.

The slightly dim light from the mineral lamp illuminated the entire ward. Klein's sudden movement as he sprang to his feet prompted the night nurse to knock on the door.

"Mr. Moretti? What happened?"

"The nurse asked."

Klein hesitated for a moment, glancing around. He was already drenched in cold sweat.

Scared.

His lips were deathly pale, and his face looked frighteningly unpleasant.

"fine."

It was just a nightmare.

Klein sighed, feeling that he had been having nightmares much more frequently since he transmigrated.

Klein got out of bed, went into the bathroom, and prepared to take a shower to wash away all the sticky sweat that he had produced from fright.

"Should I go see a psychiatrist tomorrow? Ugh, I wonder if it's the problem with that monster Riel Bieber, or the problem with the notes of that insane cult member that Pedigris showed me this afternoon?"

He didn't notice that a dark figure quietly peeked out from under his hospital bed.

The rotting, pus-filled head of the transparent insect crawling in and out revealed a genuine yet terrifying smile to the back of the figure entering the washroom.

"Hehe...Are you asleep...Are you really awake...?"

-

Within the mysterious space above the gray fog.

"The sorcerer drove the cult member insane in order to digest the potion..."

In the mysterious space above the gray fog, Mr. "Mistake," seated at the head of the bronze table, smiled slightly. "That's a good direction."

What do you think, Tang?

The young man sitting at the very bottom of the bronze table was crawling on the high-backed chair in a boneless posture, making "hehehe" sounds. Hearing this, he raised his eyelids and glanced around.

He yawned, then comfortably shifted into a less-than-serious position, leaning back to look at Mr. "Mistake" at the head of the bronze table: "Ah, this guess isn't entirely wrong."

"It's just a simple matter of using the wrong subject."

"It seems he's probably guessing that, besides the Secret Order and the Brush of Alshogod, there's another invisible force."

"It was bound to happen sooner or later, or rather, it's taking longer than I expected. I specifically asked Amon to remind Klein, but it seems Klein hasn't connected the dots yet..."

Leonard Mitchell, who was parasitized by Amon, and the terrifying babbling from "Honakis, Fregra" that he heard during his advancement as a diviner, were all small hints that Don gave to Klein.

But this needs time to develop and requires proper, positive guidance.

Amun, Antigonus, and indeed the entire city of Tingen, and all the churches of the true God, will be an inevitable part of the destiny and fate that will come in the future.

Of course, more importantly, Source Castle can't just casually give Klein a boost in spirituality every now and then.

This will make it difficult for him to maintain the minimum standards of "being a decent human being".

Mr. "Mistake" looked around, then looked at Tang, who sat at the very bottom of the bronze table.

"How's the situation over there?"

"The technology tree of the civilization that worships the Superstar Overlord is very interesting. Ah, the vast universe always gives birth to many things unknown to us. This has given me a lot of inspiration. The supercomputer I gave to the Superstar Overlord civilization in exchange for the Time Worm and the authority of the Wilderness of Knowledge is not a bad deal..."

As a collection of spirit insects, Tang used Klein and Nicholas Flamel to send a relatively small number of spirit insects to the Source Castle. This was to subtly contaminate the Source Castle without stimulating it, leaving a mark there to prepare for subsequent plans.

"There are hardly any ordinary people left in the Southern Continent... In the Eastern Continent, the ritual nodes of the Secret University have been successfully repaired, preparing for the subsequent godhood ritual... In the Western Continent, the Mystic Puppets are working overtime to utilize the Euclidean Space, the Error, the Mysterious Attendants, and the extraordinary abilities of the Source Castle and the Planeswalkers to analyze the problems left behind by the Celestial Venerable, attempting to sneak in and establish contact with those Source Matter in advance."

"In the Republic of Intis, the plan to utilize the special mirror world of Trillne in the Fourth Epoch has been put on the agenda... Well, the obstruction of the Primordial Witch was expected, but the plan should be able to come to an end when the Red Priest is born."

"If we can 'cooperate' with the Primordial Witch, that would be even better... If we can't cooperate, we'll just use our extraordinary properties to lure her out and forcibly turn her into a puppet."

"I have a feeling that the end of the world is not far away."

Mr. "Error" paused for a few seconds, then asked, "It seems you intend to make ample preparations before the Lord of Mysteries is born?"

Tang reached out and pulled at the surrounding gray mist, which fled as if it had seen a plague god when it saw him.

Tang muttered to himself, "Why are they so afraid of me? A bunch of bugs can't become my puppet..."

"Perhaps it's because you're kind."

Mr. "Mistake" smiled.

"A plan that has been in the works for a thousand years is about to unfold. Since we've traveled through time, we should leave something behind, shouldn't we?"

Tang straightened up and leaned on the bronze table. "I heard Amon complaining earlier, saying that I was psychologically twisted like his paranoid brother."

"Compared to Adam's attitude of sacrificing everyone and bearing everyone's sins for his own plan, I am much better."

Tang said calmly:
"At the very least, I won't let anyone die easily."

As for secret partners? They are certainly not people, but merely a necessary link, a tool that can be replaced and discarded at any time.

“Klein… um, Zhou Mingrui…”

"The mysterious servant ultimately needs a mysterious lord to serve him."

(End of this chapter)