Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 285 284 Luck
In the cold, damp underground ruins, the smell of blood and rust mingled and permeated the air.

Tang stood before the blood-stained double doors, his monocle, worn in the dim light, gleaming eerily.

"His reaction is indeed very sharp. No wonder he is the 'Red Angel,' one of the eight archangels, representing the red of war, Medici."

I just wasn't very lucky.

Hmm, it seems the Red Priestess path has the ability to wield a gun, so is this the legendary E-rank luck for spearmen?

Tang adjusted his monocle, smiled, and didn't speak first.

A cold snort came from inside the door, Medici's voice laced with obvious sarcasm: "Heh, you want me to help that brat from the Einhorn family become a Red Priest?"

"Aren't you overthinking it? I'm just a pitiful, weak, and helpless evil spirit, wandering in this damned, dark underground ruin for thousands of years, only occasionally able to come to the surface to catch my breath."

Medici's sneer continued, "What makes you think that I, an evil spirit who has even lost my extraordinary abilities, can help you?"

Tang blinked and gave a meaningful smile: "Ah, that's true."

His tone shifted abruptly, his voice suddenly lowering: "Heh, but I think, Your Excellency Red Angel, you must have other ideas, don't you?"

Medici paused for a few seconds upon hearing this, but scoffed at Tang's flattery, his tone still full of "provocation": "Why should I help you? Just because of those two strange cards?"

In other words, he does indeed possess a unique ability to have once held the Red Priest's path, and as an ancient angel who survived the Third Age, he only learned this "real knowledge."

"Perhaps there's also a small, shared ideological difference?" Tang said. "Don't you want to leave here and then punch Adam and Amon a few times to vent your anger?"

"After all, as far as I know, Adam and Amon were behind Arista Tudor becoming the Red Priest in the Fourth Age. Are you really not concerned about that?"

"Or is it that the former commander of the Red Army, after his death, transformed into an evil spirit, and dared not even think of revenge against two angels who are not even gods?"

At this point, Tang paused deliberately, "Well, if that's really the case, I do need to change my plans and give up on any potential help you might offer."

Having been so badly cheated and harboring such deep hatred, it's impossible not to retaliate.

'Host, you're the type to stir up trouble...'

Brooks: Who is the provocateur?
Upon hearing Tang's words, Medici's voice from inside the door suddenly turned dangerous: "Provocation won't work on me, kid."

This guy was well aware of Tang's tricks and quickly changed his tone to calm himself down, realizing he had indeed been provoked.

He said lazily, "I'm just an evil spirit. What would an evil spirit want with such hatred? I'm quite comfortable here and have no intention of leaving to be, well, used by a coward like you."

"Perhaps there is."

Tang adjusted his monocle, concealing the eye behind it, which had once again become dazzling from its dark and gloomy appearance.

At the same time, Tang's voice became even softer, and a faint smile even appeared in his words, giving the system and Brooks goosebumps.

"For example, after leaving here, sincerely pray to your Lord... Your Lord was devoured by the gods and died so tragically. Ah, let's not even talk about how you were tricked by Adam. After so long, are you so sure that your Lord can still live comfortably in the Fifth Age surrounded by gods?"

"Angels of Wind, Cherubim, the white angels have always coveted your Lord. The end times are coming, Red Angel, are you really not going to help your Lord? Are you planning to let that great serpent protect your Lord? To use His luck to let your Lord live on in this wretched state?"

This brings us to the question of the Red Angel Medici's loyalty to the ancient sun god.

"Witches die from love, hunters die from loyalty, why are there so many calamities tonight..." Tang sighed helplessly.

The Red Angel Medici now hates Adam and Amon, but can still cooperate with them to a certain extent.

The reason Adam arranged for Medici to die was confirmed by divination. Medici was likely corrupted by the "City of Calamity," which itself had certain problems and was suspected to be related to the original God.

The Primordial God once revived within the body of the ancient Sun God, and both the Celestial Venerable and the Primordial God were pillars of the First Era, having contained multiple sources of matter, which is why they could not control their tendency to aggregate and thus perished...

Considering the Witch's path to godhood ritual, it's easy to guess that the City of Calamity is problematic, and that Medici, the Primordial Witch, Arista Tudor, Salinger, and others are involved in Sequence 0 of both Calamity paths. It's also easy to guess that the Angel King is problematic.

This makes it easy to understand why Adam would betray and kill an angel king who was clearly on their side.

When it comes to the source of the City of Calamity, if something goes wrong, it can indeed be called an "inevitable sacrifice," because Adam, the King of Angels, is simply not able to save it.

Given the course of events at that time, Medici, who is now being treated as a "necessary sacrifice," would inevitably harbor resentment towards Adam and Amon, who orchestrated this whole affair.

This is an inevitable trend, but it will not affect the true Creator.

Medici probably doesn't know that the true creator and Adam are both part of the ancient sun god; otherwise, both Adam and the true creator would be among Medici's targets for revenge.

Those who are forsaken by the Lord will surely forsake the Lord.

"This is how you take advantage of information asymmetry," Tang thought.

The most skilled fraudsters can naturally use all sorts of innate and acquired conditions to achieve their goals.

Inside the Euclidean space, Tang's projection, standing next to the Red Angel, slowly put on a mask from the system space.

Of course, in order to ensure that one achieves one's goals and deal with a hunter who is highly conspiratorial and has a strong ability to process information, it is necessary to use the authority of "The Fool" in a shallow way.

"Blind Fooling," activate!

In short, let's first give this red angel a collective aura of intellectual degradation.

Otherwise, this argument might have impressed Medici, but it might not have impressed Soren and Einhorn.

After all, neither of them believes in a true creator.

Medici is extremely vigilant, but Sauron and Einhorn may not be able to completely resist the influence of the Fool's Authority, especially since they have no faith in the true Creator and lack anchor stability.

As the semi-transparent mask was put on, strange fluctuations disrupted the sanity of Sauron Einhorn Medici, who sat atop the black throne amidst the white mists of war.

In the real world, Tang adjusted his monocle, maintaining his polite smile.

There had been no sound coming from the blood-stained double doors in front of him for a long time, as if the three-in-one hot pot restaurant inside was arguing.

Tang is waiting for the final result.

If we can reach an agreement, that would be great. If we can't, then let's just keep him as a secret lover.

'Host, why don't you just hang Him up and use Him as a puppet?'

The system was behaving strangely; 'This should be significantly faster.'

Host, haven't you always been quite focused on cost-effectiveness? Why is it taking so long to process this time?

“Hanging him up directly is no problem.” Tang lowered his eyes, explaining to his own system, which felt like it hadn’t been updated in a thousand years, that “this guy isn’t anything very important. Whether he’s there or not, it won’t affect my plan in essence.”

After all, with that gate that directly connects to the star field where the Superstar Overlord resides, playing the role of the second path of calamity and the ascension ceremony will not be a problem. It's only a matter of time before the Red Priest becomes a god. Using Medici's position to contact "0-01" is possible, but it doesn't matter if he doesn't.

"0-01" is unique, and it is a uniqueness with a certain degree of activation. As long as it is isolated from external pollution, it can be put into the system space and the system can teach it a lesson.

"However, I discovered something about this guy that is more cost-effective than turning him directly into my puppet. It would be better to use the 'fixed number' to tamper with him a little."

He was alluding to something: "For example, throwing Him and that Triss Chick together or something..."

The system seemed confused, and then muted itself.

It seemed like a long time had passed before Medici's voice finally pierced through the fog of war and reached us.

"What are you going to do?"

This means we can talk about it.

Tang tapped the bottom edge of his monocle with his knuckles. "First and foremost, of course, is to help our Red Angel escape his current predicament."

This is where Arista Tudor seized the uniqueness and three Sequence 1 extraordinary properties, and there are arrangements that prevent evil spirits from escaping their predicament. Of course, for the Time Worm, who is good at deception, and the Mysterious Servant, who is good at grafting, such arrangements can be easily broken.

but……

"This is my first act of sincerity."

As Tang spoke, he reached out and pulled forward.

Within the blood-soaked double doors, the Red Angel demon seemed to suddenly discover something. The fog of war churned violently, and Medici's voice pierced through, cold and wary: "What do you intend to do..."

At that moment, the entire underground ruins trembled.

"What do you want to do—!" The Red Angel's roar exploded in the mist.

He sensed that danger was approaching!

Tang seemed oblivious to his surroundings. Brooks took a step forward, his eyes turning pitch black, filled with a dark iron color that seemed to be filled with blood and iron.

The collision between the fogs of war is silent, and an earthquake, imperceptible to ordinary people, is taking place in a corner of Backlund.

The night watchmen who were on patrol tonight had just sensed the disturbance and were about to go and investigate when they were stopped by Anthony Stevenson, the bishop of the Church of the Night who was stationed in the Backlund diocese and had appeared there at some unknown time.

The old man, with a clean-shaven face and deep-set eyes, tilted his head slightly, as if listening to something.

“There’s no need to go over there.” The bishop’s gaze was fixed on the distance, as if piercing through layers of buildings to see the battle taking place in some underground ruins in the distance.

That's something beyond their level; if they went there, they'd only get hurt.

“But, Your Excellency, the spiritual fluctuations there…” one of the night watchmen couldn’t help but ask.

Anthony shook his head slightly and said in a deep voice, "This is the goddess's instruction."

"Yes, Your Excellency the Archbishop!"

Inside the underground ruins.

"Of course it is..."

Inside the underground ruins, Tang Tuo's figure gradually came into view.

With blood-red armor, fiery red hair, and cold, merciless eyes, this "Medici" was more complete, more powerful, and also more...empty and lifeless than the evil spirit within the door.

Like a puppet being pulled on strings, an empty shell bound by concepts called "fate," "destiny," "destiny," and "future."

That's the Red Angel Medici.

That was Himself!
"Let me show you your 'future'."

Medici, originating from future history, raised his hand, and purple flames suddenly ignited in his palm.

A twisted, mad force was rapidly corrupting the entire underground ruins. When Medici, inside the door, saw the historical image being pulled out, his pupils constricted.

“You—!” For the first time, the Red Angel’s voice wavered.

Tang seized this momentary opening, and the light in his eyes behind his monocle suddenly changed from its previous brilliance to a deep, still ocean.

He slightly raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

"I hope that in the next thirty seconds, no one will see, disturb, intrude upon, or destroy this underground ruin."

This is a miracle performed by a miracle worker!

Tang made a wish to himself, using the power of miracles to first block the gaze of a certain voyeur looking this way, and also to block the gaze of other church forces and the royal family from Backlund.

Brooks charged forward, bursting through the blood-stained door and venturing into the fog of war that emanated from it.

Within the Euclidean space, Tang's projection appeared behind Soren Einhorn Medici. He held the semi-transparent Fool's Mask and smiled at the evil spirits who were affected by the corruption because they had already seen the "future".

“I didn’t back down this time. Just like you said, one should be open and honest, shouldn’t one, Mr. Medici?”

"What...what exactly do you want to do?" The Red Angel evil spirit, teetering on the edge of confusion and loss of control, asked through gritted teeth as it saw something amidst the flood of information.

"An experiment."

The fog of war dissipated, and Tang walked in from outside the double doors.

He looked around and, finding nothing of value, turned to Soren Einhorn Medici.

"I originally wanted to see if you could use the errors and loopholes to directly influence the City of Calamity through mystical connections if you could observe me, but it seems impossible at the moment, after all, you are just an evil spirit."

"Observation?"

“Yes, observation.” Tang looked at the future projection standing to the side, feeling somewhat sentimental.

“I haven’t used this trick in a long time, Mr. Medici, you are very lucky.”

Soren Einhorn Medici: ...

Thank you, I didn't feel it at all.

(End of this chapter)