Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 300 Mr. 299B
The clouds grew lower and lower, a dark, oppressive mass that allowed almost no light to penetrate.

There weren't many pedestrians on the street at this hour, and it was completely quiet, just like last night. The ordinary NPCs hadn't woken up yet.

Klein tossed a coin, nearly missing the gold pound due to a sudden gust of wind.

After narrowly catching the coin, Klein secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then glanced at the divination result.

"It seems that the danger is much less during the day than at night."

After the Diviner's Potion had been fully digested, Klein's divination skills and spiritual intuition were among the best in the lower ranks.

“Not necessarily.” Anderson twirled his wrist, looked at the buildings in the distance, and said based on his past experience and lessons, “After all, I don’t think the designers would be so kind as to give us such a safe transition period.”

Yesterday's daytime was enough time for them to react, reorganize, and gather information. If there is no danger today, then the design of this examination room is a failure.

Klein thought about it and agreed. He asked Fors, "Ms. Wall, how many tasks do you have left?"

Klein himself recorded "Uncle's funeral" and "coffin at home," and there were still three left to reach the minimum requirement to pass the exam.

Of course, even if the minimum requirements are met, it still depends on whether both the examiner's average score and the final score pass.

Fors replied, "Two: one is the neighbor's funeral, and the other is the pregnant woman in the hospital."

Anderson recorded three. After following Fors to the hospital yesterday, he saw those things chasing Klein again and quickly used his camera to record the anomaly. However, as a Sequence 5 Reaper, he needed to record at least twelve special photos.

At least, after Klein and Fors complete their respective tasks, this Sequence 5 Reaper will need to linger for quite some time...

The longer you stay in such a place, the more dangerous it becomes.

"How about we go to the school next?"

Anderson, Fors, and Klein discussed it, and they quickly reached an agreement to go and check out the school in Black Vortex.

"Our hair has grown again..."

Fors involuntarily glanced at Klein and Anderson's hair and muttered something under her breath.

"So we need to hurry up, otherwise I suspect our own hair will strangle us because of the strange changes happening in this town."

Anderson chimed in, and Klein, looking at the hair that was usually invisible but had become visible overnight, nodded silently.

At this rate of growth, Klein will have beautiful, waist-length hair by the fourth day.

They didn't try to decide whether to cut their hair, but their spiritual intuition told them that cutting it at this time could lead to something quite bad.

For example, the cut hair turns into a monster, or the hair grows back in a retaliatory manner after being cut.

"This should be a limitation inherent to this examination room; the organizers will not allow us to stay here indefinitely to complete the exam questions."

If they still haven't finished by the deadline, these hairs might actually strangle them, just like Anderson said, and forcibly remove them from the exam room.

"Okay, let's speed things up."

“However…” Fors suddenly thought of something, and her expression became somewhat strange, “If this place could be opened to the public, I think it would be quite nice?”

As a renowned writer, Fors Wall has clearly seen many of her peers with bald heads from staying up all night to finish their manuscripts.

She muttered to herself, "That must be very profitable..."

Klein: "Ah..."

That seems to make sense. He remembered his captain; it seemed, well, he once saw the captain using ritual magic to regrow his hair when he went into the captain's office...

Anderson touched his blond hair without saying a word.

When they passed by the town hospital, Klein and his group saw that the place Anderson had blown up with flames the day before had been repaired at some point. The large hole in the wall that had been blown out by the explosion had long since disappeared, and the floor belonging to the obstetrics and gynecology department looked ordinary and unremarkable.

The hospital entrance was still filled with ordinary doctors, nurses, and patients, just like the people in the vortex yesterday, and the placental mushrooms and the pregnant women who ate the mushrooms never appeared.

Klein glanced at it, then looked away as if nothing had happened, as if he had never blown up that place the night before.

As the sky gradually brightened, although the low-hanging clouds remained dark, the wind speed and rainfall gradually stabilized.

"Is it... going to clear up?" Fors looked up at the sky and frowned.

"Most likely not." Klein also looked up at the sky.

Anderson shared Klein's sentiment: "It's less like the weather is clearing up and more like something big is giving us a breather before it arrives."

A storm is brewing.

"Let's go, let's speed things up."

"it is good."

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Black Vortex Town, underground.

In the center of a vast, empty underground mine, a small, black sphere, so dark that even light could not escape it and it seemed to be swallowed by that profound darkness, floated in mid-air. At this moment, the sphere was pulsating in mid-air with a certain regular rhythm.

This pulsation was accompanied by a rhythmic pulsation of the surrounding air. The small sphere was like a heart that was supplying nutrients and blood to the surroundings. The entire empty underground mine trembled in unison, as if this were a person's chest cavity, and the things on the ground were its organs, blood vessels, brain, skin and flesh.

The most central location in the entire town is this underground mine, which has the symbolic meaning of a "whirlpool".

Meanwhile, in this deserted underground cave, a dark shadow had appeared out of nowhere.

The shadow swiftly detached from the main shadow, and a hooded figure holding a candle emerged from the movement.

He is Mr. B from the Aurora Club.

"Black Vortex Town," the second round of the "Level 3" professional ritual magic level test, with 4 candidates registered. Apart from Klein and Fors, both Sequence 9s, there was also a Sequence 5, the same Sequence as Anderson, who had quietly infiltrated the town and entered its core area much earlier than them.

Once this issue is resolved, candidates can directly obtain a Level 1 Ritual Master certificate.

After all, the anomaly here is not a problem that can be solved by low-to-medium sequence cultivators and most saints.

Mr. B looked up at the small black ball that seemed to be beating like a heart, a slight smile appeared on his lips, and then he coughed violently.

"Cough...cough..."

Coughing and coughing, Mr. B collapsed to the ground, spitting out a small piece of pink flesh.

The piece of flesh writhed as if trying to grow into a completely new human form, but it seemed to be lacking in nutrition. In the end, it only twisted its blood vessels and nerves like tentacles. Mr. B then lay prostrate on the ground with unusual devotion, bit into it, chewed it, and swallowed it.

After doing all this, Mr. B slowly stood up again, a faint smile appearing on his handsome face under his hood. He slowly walked towards the central area of ​​the mine, which served as the core of the "Black Vortex Town" examination site.

As he walked, Mr. B's hair grew longer and longer, with the ends swirling and forming inexplicable swirling clumps around him, on his body, and on his head.

Those countless vortexes of hair seemed to have an unparalleled attraction to everything around them, like a black hole, silently drawing all things in.

This is not just an attraction on a material level, but also an attraction on a spiritual level.

But Mr. B didn't seem to feel the terrifying attraction emanating wildly from his ever-growing hair, because what was in front of him was the core element causing the anomalies in the entire "Dolphin Town," the culprit that made Mr. B this way.

"Good afternoon, Your Excellency Eggers."

Mr. B spoke in a slightly hoarse, low voice towards the small black ball in front of him.

Without making a sound, the ball's attraction to its surroundings suddenly decreased.

As if it had absorbed enough, one after another illusory black threads appeared from the edge of the small ball. These black threads tore the small ball apart. In the empty underground cave, the small ball, pulled by the threads, suddenly expanded and tore through space and time. Then, a vast, black world, seemingly containing countless stars, suddenly appeared in front of Mr. B.

That was the boundless universe, a vast and incomparable starry sky!

This is a gate to the stars, a gate to the ends of the earth, transcending time and space, connecting the inside and outside of the barrier.

At that moment, Tang, wearing a loose beige top and matching trousers, poked his head in from outside the widened doorway.

Upon seeing that it was Mr. B, this image from the gaps in history pinched the monocle in his right eye socket and said, "Original source, someone is looking for you."

After saying that, Tang paused slightly before turning his gaze to the last examinee in the examination room.

Tang, inside Euclidean space, cast his gaze in this direction.

Mr. B of the Aurora Society, a shepherd of Sequence 5, and a listener chosen by the true Creator.

"You should go to Nikolai, not me."

Tang tapped his monocle, stepped out of the door and into the room. Then, the torn space-time behind him collapsed instantly, returning to its original stable state of transmitting pollution to the surroundings.

This door is a projection of the real world onto the higher-dimensional world in Euclidean space. Its basic function is the same: it is easy for those Outer Gods and their retinues to find it and then use it as a penetration coordinate to invade the real world. It also needs to be guarded normally and cannot be kept open all the time.

Upon meeting the King of Angels, Mr. B bowed slightly and then said in a hoarse voice, "But the Lord told me that only you can make this decision."

Is the true Creator coming to him to discuss something?
What can you possibly negotiate with this big-name evil god who spends all his time rapping and harassing Aurora Club members? Should we give him Ouroboros as a puppet?

When Don saw Mr. B appear in Miskatonic, he knew something was wrong.

Among the many secret organizations, those established in the Fifth Era, especially after Tang became an ancient scholar and rapidly advanced to become a miracle worker and a mysterious servant, such as the Aurora Society, the Iron-Blooded Cross Society, and the Psychological Alchemy Society, were either led by his puppets or had important members who were his puppets.

Given the current level of these junior members, the likelihood of these secret organizations discovering that their important members have been raided, or even that their own organizers are actually puppets, is extremely slim.

Creating deceptions is something that the "Lord of Mysteries" lineage has always excelled at.

The Aurora Society is in a similar state. Behind it are actually secret puppets manipulated by Tang, created in conjunction with a certain unnamed paranoid Angel King, to give the true creator something to do instead of constantly harassing other extraordinary beings' legitimate outlets for venting their frustrations.

Now, members of this secret organization, which should have been controlled by Tang and some unnamed paranoid, have come to take Miskatonic's exam without saying a word.

If it were by chance, he swallowed the true Creator whole.

"So, what are some things that I need to decide?"

Tang looked at Mr. B and smiled slightly, "But before you speak, let me guess. I've planted several 'destinies' in your Lord's mind. He should be more awake now, right?"

"Then, you chose to find me here instead of outside; you're hiding from the Imaginary Angel..."

His lips curled into a wide grin as he uttered the name: "Adam, isn't that right?"

There was a moment of deathly silence in the air.

Mr. B's gaze froze. He quickly looked up, but his hair, which had grown to cover the sky, completely obscured his view. However, Mr. B felt that after the angel king opposite him uttered the name, the surrounding air began to rapidly turn cold and freeze.

It was like a calm, unwavering gaze, passing through layer after layer of curtains, landing on Mr. B and piercing through all his true thoughts.

Before Mr. B could speak, Tang waved his hand and said, "Alright, alright, don't worry. He can't see, hear, or understand anything here. You made the right choice. Even if you call his name here, he won't look over."

Otherwise, the world might lose one more dreamy angel and gain one more "writer" puppet corrupted by "destiny".

After all, the original God's big boss, Zun Zun Bao, should be quite happy to see something like this causing trouble for the original God.

The spirit realm, a mysterious space above the gray fog.

Mr. "Mistake" picked up an ordinary, unremarkable quill pen, twirled it, and placed it on the bronze table.

Mr. Fool, sitting at the very bottom of the bronze table, blinked and chuckled as he pinched the monocle carved from crystal in his right eye socket.

A mysterious waiter, it's normal for him to scare people, isn't it?
(End of this chapter)