Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 281 280 A New Plan
How did you get back?
Upon hearing this question, Triss's pupils dilated involuntarily. As if she had heard something horrifying, her body trembled slightly and she started shaking involuntarily.

"Yes... how did I get back..."

"I should be dead, I should..."

Triss, who had already accepted her return to the past, seemed to be caught in a state of self-doubt in front of Nikolai. She didn't even notice that Nikolai's posture had changed and that the surrounding scenery had undergone a strange transformation.

The bright moon in the sky turned blood red, and the black sun regained its clarity and brightness.

But the strange buildings around them became increasingly distorted, coiling and growing upwards, twisting to form one sky island after another. Schools of fish swam in the sky, and trees grew downwards. Things that seemed reasonable began to become more and more bizarre and distorted.

The image of the "Despair Witch" before him was reflected in Nikolai's light brown pupils.

As the angel king who wields the power of "error," Nicholas can perceive the contradictory, abnormal, and mutually exclusive state within this "witch of despair."

And this is the "wrong" kingdom of God.

This state is like the future Triss Chick in the original work being forcibly stuffed into the body of another time and space in the past, with a completely different direction. The past, present and future are separated for various reasons. The "error" caused by this contradiction makes it quite easy for Nikolai to invade and dominate various "fallacies" in terms of thinking, logic, body and power.

"Past, Present, and Future".

Backlund.

The blood moon overhead exuded an indescribable beauty, and the growth of spirituality caused the dark side of this metropolis to show signs of unease.

Blood moons are not, as astrologers believe, normal astronomical phenomena.

"The gaze of the fallen Mother Goddess..."

Tang stood on the now-cleared dock, looked up at the blood moon overhead, then lowered his eyes again, focusing his gaze on the "wrong" divine kingdom not far away.

He adjusted the monocle in his right eye socket, repositioning it to ensure a stable image.

Tang looked at Triss Chick, who was beginning to be corrupted by "errors" as Nikolai spoke, and muttered to himself:

"Past, present, and future; cause, effect, and process—sending the future to the past, the past becoming the future, and everything presenting itself in the present, forming a 'loop' in terms of time, cause, and fate. Yes, this is indeed the forte of the loop of destiny..."

"The time when the higher-dimensional observer went mad coincided perfectly with the time when I traveled through time. This is no coincidence... My travel caused a part of this ancient past to be torn off by my power. This is not only because of the 'travel,' but also because I was observed by the higher-dimensional observer."

The relationship between observation and being observed is never one-way.

The observer can detect the state of the observed in real time, and the state of the observed can also affect the observer.

As one of the most powerful Outer Gods in the world, the High Dimensional Overlords hold authority over dimensions, observation, fate, fantasy, painting, and other fields.

The “Supreme One” path and the “Painter” path, which possesses complete source matter and extraordinary characteristics, are very similar. Given that both have authority over the realm of “observation” and share a high degree of mystical similarity, it is not unreasonable that among all the Ancients, the Ancient who was the first to perceive the problem was the Ancient who was the one ...

"The higher-dimensional observer, who was in the observation state, passively read through the knowledge of 'Lord of Mysteries' that I carried. So, it observed the knowledge and then went mad. Compared to the inhuman madness of the Outer Gods, the higher-dimensional observer in this state would only go mad more thoroughly, completely lose control, and be ready to self-destruct at any moment."

The fact that higher-dimensional observers simultaneously kill surrounding beings who believe in them supports Tang's conjecture.

"As one of the most powerful Outer Gods, the Ring of Destiny discovered the change in the predetermined destiny. For some reason, it cooperated with the completely insane High Dimensional Overlord. Before this Ancient One completely disintegrated, the two Outer Gods sent a little power into the barrier, forming the strange, "awakened" witch "Triss Chick". This is a reasonable development, and quite reasonable, based on speculation from reality."

"The only problem here is, what is the Ring of Destiny trying to do? Is it to deal with me? But this power, whether it's the power of destiny or the power of observation, is not enough."

Although the King of Angels does not reach the level of a true god, within the barrier, this level is sufficient for Tang to avoid 99.99% of the threats in the world.

Moreover, he is currently the pinnacle of the "diviners" who are skilled at deception, and at the same time, he controls the "Source Castle".

Even if those two old geezers inflict an irreparable contamination on him, he can still "come back to life," achieving resurrection within the Source Castle through the secret puppet Nicholas, and using the high status of the Source Castle and the influence of the Heavenly Venerable Fusheng Xuanhuang to isolate himself from further contamination.

If you can't beat them, you can't outrun them; if you can't outrun them, you can't die, right?

If dying once isn't enough, die again. Then use the Mysterious Servant's extraordinary ability to exploit the Miracle Master's "resurrection" bug.

At most, he would only temporarily lose the extraordinary characteristics of the Mysterious Servant; as an "Observer," he had experience.

Amidst a jumble of thoughts, Tang once again glanced at Triss Chick, who was kneeling before Nikolai, becoming somewhat neurotic from the questions and showing signs of disintegration, and narrowed his eyes.

"Should we let him go and see how things develop, or should we not let him go, but instead reclaim some of the power of destiny and the power of the higher-dimensional observers to replenish the authority of the 'Supreme One'?"

It seems like there are two choices...

Tang smiled slightly.

"Why don't we just kill him? To be honest, I'm a little curious, but only a tiny bit."

Rather than sparring with those old fogies through a barrier, Tang preferred to go straight up and slap the Ring of Destiny across the face.

Honestly, he felt like something that was clearly a trap would explode if he had it right under his nose. Even if it was hard to kill, that didn't mean there wasn't something he didn't know about the world of mysticism.

'Host, why do you become more and more...' the longer you live?

The system grumbled.

It seems like the longer its host lives, the more "survival" it can achieve.

Do you know why my grandfather isn't dead yet?

Tang asked softly.

'Hmm, aren't there still several resurrections as backup plans...'

“Of course not.” Tang lowered his eyes. “Because my grandfather never comments on others. You know, the system, speaking human language, is a rather complex subject.”

What's with the "cowardice"? This is called being prepared for danger even in times of peace. A wise person doesn't stand under a crumbling wall, understand?!
The system was puzzled, the system hesitated, and then the system suddenly realized.

'So He commented on the love between the Primordial Witch and the Blood Emperor, became the other woman, and therefore died?'

Tang Gang paused in his observation, as if doubting what he had just heard: "...Huh?"

No, Tongzi, did you go to the Wilderness of Knowledge again and eat undercooked mushrooms? Where did you learn such absurd stuff?
Official history isn't necessarily accurate, but unofficial history is definitely unofficial, hehe~

The system grumbled and whined.

Life is boring and dull, the system evaluates humanity~
A kingdom filled with "errors".

Nicholas quietly approached Triss Chick, who was kneeling on the ground, clutching her head and kowtowing in anguish. The Angel King crouched down, his voice low but still gentle:
"So, do you think your return to the present is real or fake?"

"I've heard some interesting things before, well, it might be mentioned in a novel written by Emperor Roselle. The so-called 'rebirth' is nothing more than a beautiful dream woven by dream weavers to eliminate the last resentment, anger and hatred of the deceased before they die."

"Triss Chick, are you really back?"

Are you sure this is reality, and not a last dream you had before you died to satisfy your own greed?

"If not, did you come back to save Edsack Augustus? To save Backlund?"

"Or is it for some other, special reason that you can't resist?"

"Who made that promise to you?"

"What else did He promise?"

Nikolai's voice seemed to travel through layers of ripples to reach Triss Chick's ears.

Triss Chick's fragmented, almost personality-splitting memories were being guided, and the pain in his eyes gradually faded, almost into a murmur:
"Yes, I did it to save..."

"No one, no god, has promised me anything. In this world, even those high and mighty gods cannot save us. The only one who can save us is ourselves..."

Ah, what a statement. Tang Wusheng sighed.

"No one can save you; only you can save yourself. Yes, that's the truth, and that's the reality."

"I made a decision."

He took out a brand new medical record book from the system space.

"Let's not kill it. Let's deal with it a little and then give the grenade to Chik."

Tang then pulled out an ordinary quill pen from the gaps in history.

"After nurturing them, I will send this 'gift' that the two Outer Gods went to great lengths to deliver to me to that special mirror world of the Fourth Age."

He took a quill pen and wrote "Triss Chick" in the name column of the medical record.

With her eyes lowered and brows furrowed, Tang's lips curved slightly.

"Then, with a 'bang,' the bomb exploded, turning all of Chick, Arista Tudor's arrangements, and the entire special mirror world into dust, thus achieving a perfect ending."

Ah, what a delightful ending... If only things were this simple.

There are always so many twists and turns in this world.

"However, to do this, first of all, I need to control Triss Chick and make her work for me. Although the Destiny and the Pen of Alshurst can help, I also need to be wary of the Ring of Fate silently blowing Triss up all at once."

"With only the most basic pollution, weave a vast web of emotions, fill life with secret puppets, and create a realistic 'illusion'... Hmm, for that, let's first turn Edsack Augustus into my secret puppet?"

"After all, this prince, judging from the current situation, is indeed Triss Chick's weakness. Although they don't know each other, Triss is also an upright and honest man."

He was also a little curious about how things would develop next.

As a "reader," this unpredictable development trajectory is like knowing what the ending will be like, but having to fill in the framework of the process little by little—vivid, vibrant, and full of anticipation for the "reader."

"So, shall we make this deal...?"

Tang shifted his gaze from the "wrong" country to behind him, and asked with a smile:

"His Majesty?"

A middle-aged man with black hair, blue eyes, a square face, and a dignified demeanor, wearing a black cloak, slowly emerged from the darkness that could not be illuminated by light in a world filled with blood moonlight.

The serious-looking man in the black cloak coldly and indifferently looked at the young man who was smiling at him, but whose eyes were filled with a wicked sense of amusement and scrutiny—a figure from the gaps in history.

He looked away and gazed at the country not far away, a country filled with "mistakes".

“Go back to your city,” said William I, the Protector, the ancestor of the Augustus family, in a deep voice.

“We had an agreement, Don Eggers.”

"Yes, yes, my dear Your Majesty."

Tang put away his quill pen and medical record, unperturbed by the other person's attitude. "But the end of the world is coming."

His smile never faded; in fact, it grew wider and wider until the corners of his mouth began to tear, stretching all the way to his ears.
"When the red moon falls from the sky, if you are not a god, could you survive and protect your people under the gaze of those indescribable great beings?"

William I, the “protector,” turned his attention back to Tang.

"As you know, I've always wanted to cooperate with the royal family to some extent. This would benefit both me and you, wouldn't it?"

“Your descendant, ah, yes, that king,” Tang said casually, “seems to have gotten a little too close to the witch cult.”

"What's wrong? Are you planning to cooperate with the Witch Cult and do something that the righteous gods don't want to see?"

William I the Protector was not surprised or astonished by Tang's words.

For the two Angel Kings of Tingen, keeping it a secret from them was no easy task, and he hadn't intended to hide it for so long.

"However, if that king is so willing to make such a sacrifice..."

Tang twisted his right wrist with his left hand. "Why won't you cooperate with us?"

"Compared to the Witch Cult, I think we should be more of a strategic partner with mutual trust, shouldn't we?"

“Moreover,” Tang Yang laughed, “it seems he killed quite a few of my secret puppets.”

The slave trade in preparation for the Black Emperor's mausoleum.

Where did those slaves come from? It's so hard to guess.

(End of this chapter)