Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 273 Chapter 272: Being cowardly

But, barring any unforeseen circumstances...

An unexpected event is about to occur.

night.

The crimson moon shone through the window into the clean and tidy ward, casting a faint reddish glow on the clean floor.

Klein lay on the hospital bed, not awake; he seemed to have fallen into an even deeper sleep.

Apart from the footsteps of the nurse on duty, there was no other sound in the corridor.
The entire St. Peter's Hospital was unusually quiet after nightfall, but in Klein's ward, a faint, barely noticeable grayish-white mist seemed to have crossed the barrier between the spirit world and the real world, permeating the entire ward.

Bathed in the crimson moonlight and a thin, gray mist, Klein's breathing grew heavier, and a deep frown slowly crept onto his forehead, as if he were bewildered by what he was dreaming about.

He seemed to have dreamt of those incredible things again, which caused noticeable fluctuations in his mental state.

-

Klein sat on the hospital bed, staring blankly out the window at the enormous red moon that stretched out before him.

It was a moon much larger and rounder than a normal red moon. No, this moon didn't feel like a moon to Klein at all; it was more like a huge, blood-oozing eyeball...

Klein was startled by his own associations, but he quickly composed himself and looked around.

Klein's heart skipped a beat when he saw that this was still the same hospital room where he had stayed for several nights.

Is this still a dream?

"What's going on? The captain should have already taken care of it. Logically speaking, I couldn't possibly be dreaming, could I?"

He turned his head to look at the door of the ward.

The sounds of heavy objects being dragged were no longer heard outside the door, as if all the patients who had been silently walking towards the end of the corridor had now fallen asleep.

But instead of giving Klein a sense of security, this made him more vigilant and he felt an indescribable eeriness and a chill down his spine.

"No."

Klein tries to awaken himself.

As a diviner skilled in dream interpretation, he could easily end his dream on his own initiative, but Klein soon realized that he could not easily escape this dream.

His self-awakening and self-hypnosis failed. When he opened his eyes again, he was still in the same hospital room with an unbelievably large red moon outside the window.

"Is this a trap? Is this a trap aimed at me, at the Night Watchers, at Tingen University, and at the University of Michigan? Is that Sequence 4, or Sequence 3 Saint, going to make a move against me? But why?"

Klein was completely baffled. He was just a Sequence 9, so why were they treating him like this? Was it because he was weak, and they were picking on the weak?
But now, Klein doesn't have much time left to dissect the truth behind such things.

Time ticked by, and the longer Klein stayed in this place, the harder it was for him to guarantee his safety.

After confirming that he could not escape the dream on his own, Klein quickly recited "the embodiment of all error" and "the goddess of the night, more sublime than the starry sky and longer than eternity," but received no response.

This appears to be a separate, special space, preventing Klein from obtaining outside help through the connection of the honorific name.

"What about this?"

Klein quickly calmed down. He got off the hospital bed quietly, barefoot, trying not to make a sound.

Then, Klein took four steps backward, silently repeating to himself:
"Fusheng Xuanhuang Immortal Lord."

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianjun."

"The God of Blessing and Prosperity Xuanhuang."

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun."

After reciting these four lines of the honorific name, Klein saw a grayish-white mist.

"efficient!"

He immediately realized that his connection with the mysterious space above the gray fog had not been severed!
Without hesitation, Klein used this connection to quickly escape his dream and enter the mysterious space above the gray fog, where he sat in the high-backed chair symbolizing "The Fool".

The magnificent palace seemed unchanged. Klein, sitting in this mysterious space and looking at the familiar surroundings, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"A very strange ability, weaving dreams... Is this related to the high-sequence abilities of the diviner pathway? No, 'sealed objects' exist in this world. Perhaps there is a kind of sealed object that can achieve the same effect, for example, 'the audience'?"

After all, the Sequence 5 of the Audience Path has the potion name "Dreamwalker," and in occult knowledge, dreams are also a kind of concrete manifestation of the subconscious.

Klein calmly assessed his situation, and then he tried to simulate the feeling of falling, attempting to return directly to his original ward, escape that strange dream, and wake up in reality.

But Klein quickly realized that the place he had landed in after falling was still not the St. Peter's Hospital in the real world.

The enormous red moon outside the window seemed capable of swallowing the entire starry sky. Klein stared at the ridiculously large, terrifyingly large red moon, silently pinching his philtrum to try to maintain a clear and rational mind.

"Calm down, Klein, calm down."

“Since I was able to enter that gray fog, it means I wasn’t driven to the brink. As long as the nurses who make rounds the next day, or Pedigris and Tang, discover the problem, in Tingen, where there are also high-ranking beings, demigods, gods, and angels protecting us, the problem will be easily solved.”

Klein took a deep breath.

According to his original plan, he should be hiding above the gray fog now.

After all, that was a safe zone. Based on Klein's understanding of the area above the gray fog during this period, unless it involved true gods, it was highly unlikely that any extraordinary individual could break through the gray fog's defenses and enter that mysterious space.

After all, currently only Klein seems to have mastered the spell, and Miss Justice and Mr. Hanged Man also need him to pull people in so that they can enter the mysterious space above the gray fog.

but……

Klein quietly opened a corner of the ward door. The corridor outside the ward was quiet and empty. There wasn't a single strange patient in sight, not even the night shift nurses.

The mineral lamps in the corridor were also turned off, leaving only the crimson moonlight shining through the windows to provide support, allowing Klein to barely see what was outside.

"It's very quiet, and those monsters are gone."

Klein quietly closed the ward door and took a coin out of his patient pocket.

"Everything in the normal ward was also projected into the dream."

Klein walked back to his hospital bed, then suddenly squatted down and looked under his bed.

There was nothing there, and the monster that had made one's sanity plummet was nowhere to be seen either. Klein went back into the washroom, which was empty and spotless.

It's just like any ordinary, unremarkable hospital ward.

As Klein pondered this, he silently recited the divination phrases in his mind, tossed a coin, and performed a simple divination.

"No danger."

Klein didn't quite believe his divination results, after all, he had had this dream three times in a row, and each time the situation was different, and the situation in the first two dreams gave Klein quite unpleasant memories.

But this time it's strange...

Klein pondered the differences between this dream and the previous two.

"The first two dreams had monsters, but this one didn't. If that's because the puppets in the real world have been cleared out, that's a plausible explanation, since dreams are a kind of subconscious symbol."

"But if the previous two incidents were due to facing Riel Bieber and being subjected to some kind of subtle corruption from the notes of that insane cult member, then why is it this time?"

After calming down, Klein didn't think that with Dunn Smith, a Sequence 6 Requiem Master, the assistance of an investigator from the University of Michigan whose specific sequence was unknown but who was clearly no worse than Dunn Smith, and the purification ritual performed using Sunwell Ore, there was nothing in him that could make him fall into this bizarre dream again.

If it weren't for that yet-to-be-seen demigod, whether Sequence 4 or Sequence 3, who was behind it, what would have allowed him to enter this bizarre dream world...

No, he does.

Klein immediately realized what was going on.

"Gray fog? That patch of gray fog?"

This is his only secret, besides time travel, and the thing whose mechanism he still doesn't quite understand.

The gray fog clearly possesses a very high status; Klein could even use it to pull Miss Justice and Mr. Hanged Man into the mysterious space above the gray fog.

"Is the gray fog keeping me from having this dream? But why is that?"

So far, the fog has not shown any subjective action. Is there something that has stimulated it?
Klein pondered for a moment, looked at the ward door, and hesitated whether to go out and see the situation of St. Peter's Hospital in this dream.

But isn't this just too much of a coincidence?
Speaking of which...

Klein reviewed his process after entering St. Peter's Hospital.

This includes Riel Bieber's loss of control, the attack by the sorcerer from the cult, the notes of the cult's insane members that Pedigris brought, and the revelation given by his own spiritual warning in the dream...

Although it seems that the connections are made up, and that there is a progressive, uninterrupted, and logically coherent cause-and-effect relationship, Klein, as a keyboard warrior, still sensed something different.

"No, forget it."

Klein lay down on the bed like a bachelor.

"Although that strange gray fog was a cheat code I brought with me when I transmigrated, in this kind of environment, too much desire to explore will only bring destruction."

He immediately abandoned his plan to explore this strange dream alone.

Ultimately, we should follow the will of our hearts.

-

God the hell will follow the will of the heart!

In the mysterious space above the gray fog.

Mr. "Mistake," seated at the head of the long bronze table, adjusted his black silk top hat, looked at Tang, who held the "Fool" plaque at the bottom, and asked with a smile:
"After all, it's following your heart's desire, isn't it?"

The King of Angels gave a nostalgic smile. "A thousand years ago, weren't you just like Mr. Klein Moretti, our dear Mr. Eggers?"

Tang: ...

I can tell! You're mocking me!
"Even if I'm always called a 'cowardly' person, I wasn't this cowardly when I was at Sequence 9..."

Tang, writhing and screaming as he crawled in the shadows, yelled, "How am I supposed to digest this potion? Nikolai, go and parasitize him! Come on, do it! Don't be a coward!"

"Such a large dungeon, such a great opportunity, so many chances to explore the secrets of Source Castle and Tingen, if he doesn't farm it, where will my merits... oh no, my potion digestion progress come from?!"

Without sufficient progress in digesting the potion, he cannot leave a sufficient imprint on the extraordinary traits. Without leaving a sufficient imprint, it will be difficult for him to handle things later.

Zhou Mingrui, aren't you being a little too sneaky?!
Mr. "Mistake" maintained his good, polite smile.

"It's nothing, it's a minor issue." Tang, having already calmed himself down, sat back down in the high-backed chair. "I failed to fully grasp the problem. I only made arrangements beforehand by hypnotizing him and using the Pen of Alshogod, but some of it was offset by the passive nature of the Source Castle and the blessing of the Goddess of Night... It was my fault."

"If all else fails, let a few people die first."

"Ah, the Primordial Witch, the Hidden Sage, let's raise their hatred levels first... Nikolai, I remember you said before that the witch of that color from the Witch Cult was coming to Tingen?"

“Yes.” Mr. “Error” nodded. “The Witch Cult has always wanted to exchange with us for the extraordinary characteristics of the conquerors that were spoils of war in Miskatonic during the War of the Oath. They have been quite cunning in their dealings.”

"Moreover, because those high-ranking witches on the witch path are skilled at resurrection and are also strange and difficult to kill, it is difficult to directly use the spiritual thread to manipulate them into puppets with complete spiritual bodies, spirituality, and extraordinary characteristics. In addition, the primordial witches cause trouble, which is quite annoying..." Tang waved his hand and said, "Alright, let them in."

Oh, you witch who brings disaster...

Tang resumed his proper sitting posture, a rather hypocritical smile appearing on his lips.

"After all, she is a child of God, a member of a witch cult representing the feminine aspect of the original creator, and a high-ranking witch with a voluptuous nature..."

He looked at Mr. "Mistake" sitting at the head of the long bronze table.

Mr. "Mistake" smiled, revealing a similarly meaningful smile.

If Brooks is to take over the witch cult in Backlund and cooperate with George III, then he can't be a hindrance on his side, right?

Mr. "Mistake": "Shifting the blame?"

Tang: "The arrival of the witches caused an even more serious anomaly in Tingen City, which will cause cracks in the ritual magic here. Therefore, the invasion of the Hidden Sages has led to a further outbreak of disaster..."

Mr. "Error": "The words of the hidden sage..."

Tang smiled and said, "Why not just find someone to act it out? Klein, a high-sequence extraordinary being, won't be able to tell anything."

In short, let's first give that dirty thing who's been hiding from them for who knows how long a blame has to be placed on them.

The system is crawling with maggots, hehehehe~
(End of this chapter)