Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 279, Chapter 278, Tris

Instead of thinking about what he can do, we should think about what other people can do with this Sequence 8.

Upon hearing what Nikolai said, Tang looked in a certain direction.

He pondered, "As a vessel for Chik's descent? But that would require Chik's ring, and the gaze of the primordial. Given that Triss hasn't yet accessed the secrets of the Witch Cult's higher echelons, he's probably not someone who can be put on the table. An important pawn, at best a backup plan..."

"So, either the person is special, or the situation is special."

As a diviner who manipulates top-notch codebreakers, Tang's associative abilities are naturally very strong.

"It indirectly disrupted my plans in certain small details... trying to sabotage something... This is pointless and doesn't seem like Adam's work at all. There were no overly coincidental events, and there was no 'audience'..."

"Moreover, He has no reason to deal with us in this matter, and there is no need for Him to waste time on such trivial matters."

Witches are not uncommon, and there are even more opportunities to deal with George III and prevent him from becoming a god. Adam doesn't need to arrange such a small fry to specifically cause him trouble.

"That would be very interesting."

"Is the designer my friend or my enemy? The level of someone who can design my puppets must be quite high. In addition, the special circumstances on the other side of the Misty Sea instantly destroyed the automatic defense function of all the 'Bionic Puppet' modules and interfered with the error reporting in the logs. This is suspected to be the work of the Hidden Sage. I now know that the Hidden Sage is not controlled by the Wilderness of Knowledge... So, this matter is related to those Outer Gods and those Great Old Ones?"

But that makes it even more interesting. What kind of snowflakes can a sequence 8 produce?

“It is indeed not impossible, Tang.” Hearing Tang’s mutterings, Nikolai said seriously, “After all, they would never want a mysterious lord to be born before the end of the world.”

"On this matter, their attitudes will be more aligned than ever before. Even the smallest cog in the machine may play an unexpected role at some point."

"The end is nigh, and they will not give up."

"Then let them try."

Tang chuckled and looked lazily at the old bloodstains on the deck.

"I'd really like to see what these guys can do with their power penetrating the real world, separated by the barrier of the original creator."

After all, the purge of the Rose School's hedonistic faction in the Southern Continent and the eradication of many followers of the Fallen Mother Goddess, the Desire Mother Tree, and other evil gods in the Northern Continent have exacerbated the irreconcilable conflict between the Outer Gods and Earth's humans, which has long been a fight to the death.

The situation couldn't get any worse; faced with this unexpected turn of events, Tang could only react as they came.

Looking at the blazing sun overhead, he squinted. "Honestly, never before have I felt the Ring of Fate as much as I have now, especially regarding Tris's disappearance. My divination gave me a vague prophecy that a strange, predetermined fate is about to arrive, and the ring has already taken shape."

"I saw some unreal fragments of the 'future,' but this was strongly interfered with by those in high positions within the realm of destiny. At the same time, there seemed to be something else..."

He paused.

At the same time, as the benefactor of fate, destiny, and destiny, the actual controller of the Euclidean space, the reader who has seen the "future," the outsider of the world, the scholar of time, the puppet of fate, and the ultimate destiny, Tang felt that the disappearance of Tris and the annihilation of the Puppet Group were far more complicated than they appeared on the surface.

"That's true. With the end of the world approaching, all the anomalies need to be stirred up to fit the basic characteristics and chaotic tone of this era, don't they?"

Tang turned his gaze away from the sun overhead and looked at Nikolai. "Get all the investigators from Miskatonic out of the woods. Let's see if we can find Triss before the anomaly erupts."

"Once we find him, we don't need to turn him into a puppet or parasitize him to cooperate with us. We'll send out angels to kill him completely, from the physical to the spiritual level, so that the Primordial Witch or those guys who took him away won't have a chance to use him."

“I have a feeling that if we don’t kill this witch who has broken free from the control of destiny and the Pen of Alshogod, it might lead to a ‘future’ that is not friendly to us.”

"Ok."

Nikolai nodded.

He had no need to refute the divination results from his own master of divination.

The two figures gradually disappeared, and the moment they left, eerie purple flames instantly engulfed the steam-powered sailboat docked at the pier, setting it ablaze along with the surrounding seawater.

When the sea fell silent once more, the place was completely empty.

"Find Tris, kill Tris, and erase this humanoid monster—Nikolai Flamel—from body to soul, who has been identified as needing to be sealed away."

-

"Stop talking...stop talking!"

In the eerie, deserted sailboat, Triss clutched his head and frantically banged it against his head in the corner of the lowest deck.

The strange sailboat had already sailed out of the misty ocean and was now being propelled by some strange force, sailing along a seemingly predetermined route.

"Stop talking! No! That's not me! That's definitely not me!"

The instigator, who should have been inciting others to commit crimes, was now like a beast lacking reason, howling and roaring wildly at the empty surroundings from the lowest level of the sailboat. It was as if he had lost control, ravaged by a large amount of complex and incomprehensible information, leaving only the shell of a "human" person, without any human thought or reason.

He kept shouting, "It wasn't me! That definitely wasn't me!" while banging his head against the wooden planks of the ship, which had long since rotted from being soaked for too long. The wooden planks could no longer withstand the repeated impacts, and the fishy seawater poured into the ghost ship, which was empty except for Tris.

Triss's lifeless body floated in the seawater. The instigator's hair, submerged in the water, was slowly growing longer, and some sinister, spider-like threads floated out from his body. However, he was so engrossed in the bizarre, crazy, terrifying, strange, and incomprehensible images in his mind that he was unaware of this.

He coughed and choked, but seemed to have given up struggling, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"No... any... more... I... want to die..."

Don't let this continue, I'll die, I'm sure I'll die...

It all started not long ago when a ship sailing into the Misty Sea encountered a ghost ship.

In fact, Triss could no longer remember what had happened. He had intended to use the crew members on the ship as a means to digest the instigators, but he did not expect to be attacked by a ghost ship on the misty sea. Most of the sailors on the ship fell and died almost instantly, and he and the few remaining survivors were also controlled by the ghost ship and boarded the ship.

Triss couldn't remember what became of those who boarded the ghost ship with him, but he imagined it wouldn't have been good. Triss wasn't doing too well either.

This ghost ship seemed to possess some terrifying quality, causing him to feel dazed ever since he boarded it. His mind was constantly filled with stories that seemed extremely familiar to him, stories told from his first-person perspective.

He knew from the beginning that this was not what he had experienced. It was as if something was slowly eating away at him, replacing him, and the memories of the intruder were merging with his own, forming a completely new entity.

Triss knew this very clearly at first, but the longer he stayed on this ghost ship, the less he understood the difference between him and her.

The fragments continued to flash, the clear images within them as if Triss himself had experienced them.

It's unclear how long he remained in that state, but Triss seemed to finally recover from the bizarre, insane, suffocating feeling that felt like it was tearing his soul to shreds.

"I am me, but I am not me..."

“Am I Triss, or Triss…”

Triss's body floated out of the hold of the strange sailboat. He saw a city shrouded in mist in the darkness not far away. For some reason, the seawater around him suddenly froze with witch's frost. He crawled out of the icy water and lay down on the strangely appearing ice. Then he stood up again, and black, cold witch's flames enveloped his body.

Triss's pained expression gradually calmed down, as if he had reached some kind of balance with himself. His unusually active and restless brain finally calmed down.

He looked at his hands, then at the familiar yet strange city not far away, feeling a sense of disbelief and astonishment.

"Am I back?"

He is back?

Does such a miracle really exist in this world?

As if he had thought of something, a strange smile appeared on Triss's lips almost uncontrollably.

"I'm back... Hahaha... I'm actually back..."

"This is a miracle... no... this is a curse... I knew it! I really am the kind of guy who deserves to go to hell!"

But isn't this hell?!

But nothing has happened yet, and there's still a chance to salvage the situation!
Triss, who had been laughing so hard he was doubled over, his laughter bordering on madness, suddenly became expressionless. He looked at his male body, a mocking smile playing on his lips, and muttered to himself:

"A woman who was supposed to undergo gender reassignment surgery has actually turned back into a man, and even possesses the power of the Witch of Despair..."

Hahaha, this world, this fucked-up world—!
His figure vanished quickly, disappearing into an ancient bronze mirror inside the ghost ship and disappearing into the sea beside it.

He was very skilled, far more skilled than an instigator or a low-sequence extraordinary being with a similar ability-sealing artifact.

-

Kingdom of Rune, Backlund.

Even as night falls, the dock, a gathering place for ships from all over the world heading to all over the world, is still bustling with people. The workers loading and unloading cargo are still busy with their lives under the lights of the night.

In the bustling area, the Miskatonic investigator responsible for monitoring the area squinted, still searching despite his weariness for the assassin that Miskatonic might be looking for, who might have drifted here.

"It's strange that the crew of a ship that departed from Tingen City and headed to the Misty Sea also need to be investigated simultaneously in Backlund."

"Perhaps it's because that guy has something special about him. Investigators all over the country have been mobilized, not to mention those at sea. This is no small matter and will definitely attract attention from all sides... However, Mr. Flamel's judgment has never been wrong. He must have his own reasons for doing this."

Another University of Michigan investigator said.

The University of Michigan investigator who spoke first nodded, but his voice suddenly stopped as he was about to say something.

He pointed to the strange man who had seemingly emerged from the glass of a shop near the dock not far away, and quickly realized what was happening.

They actually ran into them?!
Oh wait, that crew member who went missing in the Misty Sea, he ended up in Backlund? How did he get here?!

The man seemed unaware that his presence had been detected by two University of Michigan investigators. By the time his spiritual intuition kicked in, he saw that the two University of Michigan investigators had already finished reciting Mr. Flamel's name.

Forget about showing off and getting the person captured first. This is a huge problem, this thing that could be a human bomb. Just call out the name of the King of Angels and call him over first before we consider rewarding him!

"All that is incorrect, wrong, fallacy, and flawed, the hands of destiny, I beg for your gaze, I beg for your favor... The mission objective is here, he has appeared at Backlund Docks!"

With a whoosh, the lights at Backlund Wharf seemed to turn pitch black in an instant.

Triss's figure then vanished, seemingly disappearing once again into the mirror world.

This time, however, he failed to enter the mirror world. Instead, he arrived in a country filled with all sorts of distorted concepts, bizarrely grafted together, making it seem utterly absurd.

Tris quickly realized what had happened. His hair stood on end, and emotionless, gray-white eyes began to grow from the tips of his hair.

This is the incomplete mythological creature form of witches, a true Gorgon with snakes for hair!
At the same time, not far away, another member of the Secret University, who had not recited the name of Flamel, reached forward and pulled out a weapon.

A figure dressed in a beige short-sleeved shirt and linen trousers was swiftly pulled out of the mists of history, and the moment he appeared in the real world, his expression gradually became lively.

Tang sensed a different aura.

"The Ring of Fate, and the higher-dimensional observers..."

He narrowed his eyes as he looked at Triss, who was blocked by the clone that Nikola had descended upon.

"A mad, high-dimensional observer... is this... a way to save himself?"

(End of this chapter)