Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 304 303 Intruder

In the howling wind, Klein, Fors, and Anderson's hair grew longer and longer, and the swirls at the ends of their hair became more and more obvious. Those swirling strands of hair seemed to "come alive" at any moment, strangling their necks and killing them instantly.

They were getting higher and higher above the ground. The typhoon itself, which had been at sea not long ago, had made landfall at some unknown time. The huge winds blew the buildings on the ground into the air, and carried flowers, trees, and many other things on the streets into the air, which continued to rise.

“Klein Moretti…Fors Wall…Anderson Hood…”

That was the sound coming from the eye of the typhoon.

The indistinct sounds Anderson had heard earlier originated from here.

This typhoon is calling the names of these "outsiders".

With his mental energy plummeting, Klein suppressed the urge to vomit and looked down at himself.

Below him, the landscape of "Black Vortex Town" became increasingly blurry.

But looking down from this perspective...

Klein's expression changed slightly; the town's architectural layout seemed to be gradually shifting towards a "vortex."

In the gale, it would be difficult for Klein and his companions to maintain their balance, and with Fors and Klein both only at Sequence 9, they would surely die if they fell.

In this state, they would not be able to light three candles and use ritual magic to solve the problem.

How to do?
Inside the Euclidean space, Tang swayed leisurely, watching the live stream while reclining in a rocking chair, using his monocle as a cover.

"The Superstar Overlord is a great being that possesses both weight and density. The 'black hole' that He sent in can serve as a channel connecting the inside and outside, and also possesses all the functions that a black hole has."

He made a slight movement with his hand, and a tiny vortex was created.

The wind was initially weak, but after it left Tang's side, it grew stronger and faster, gradually becoming a gale that swept across the entire Euclidean space.

Nikolai reached out and pressed down on his hat to prevent it from flying away in the gust of wind that Don had casually whipped up.

The King of Angels looked at the scene in the Level 3 exam room, his light eyes flickering slightly. "And the vortex itself has the symbolism of 'attraction,' whether in a material, mystical, or spiritual sense."

"Similar to this is the 'Extraordinary Characteristics Convergence Law.' Don't you find it interesting? Every extraordinary individual is like a black hole, only differing in the strength of their gravitational pull. The stronger the extraordinary individual, the greater their ability to converge others, the stronger the 'vortex' effect, and the easier it is to attract the attention of others. In the end, they merge together, undergoing a qualitative change, becoming the world's largest and most terrifying occult black hole..."

The original Creator resurrected, gathered all extraordinary qualities, killed all great beings, destroyed this world, and gave birth to a new world.

"This is somewhat similar to the state of the universe itself. The universe, which has been constantly expanding outward, will one day stop, then shrink inward, and eventually everything will return to a singularity, and then continue to explode."

The birth of the new world signifies the fall of the old world. Of course, all great beings must be in this state of complete awakening of the original creator; no one can escape it.

"Are you suspecting that the Super Star Overlord possesses a certain degree of authority that can directly influence the laws governing the aggregation of extraordinary characteristics?"

“Well, although it is a great existence on the material and real side, the symbolic meaning of ‘heavy’ can indeed point to this part… But it’s too early to think about these things now,” Tang snapped his fingers, and the gale that was blowing across the entire Euclidean space quickly subsided. He stood up and said to Nikolai, “I’m going to arrange some other things.”

"Are you ready to have the actors leave the stage?"

“Well, I guess so,” Tang shrugged. “After all, until things are over in Tingen City, we need to at least keep Little K’s hatred firmly pinned on the Primal Witch, the Hidden Sage, and the True Creator, right?”

What does it have to do with the Primal Witch and the True Creator negotiating a cooperation with him?
As for the Hidden Sages, the Moss Penitentiary Society has already been almost completely devoured by the Mystics. It's only a matter of time before we break through there, or capture the Hidden Sages directly, kill them, and obtain their uniqueness and the extraordinary traits of the Sequence 1 Knowledge Emperor. However, for now, we can still keep them at bay.

Tang glanced at his system panel again. "I've almost finished digesting my potions. I should go to the Raging Sea after the exam."

Let's resolve the issue of his agreement with the Goddess of the Night a little.

Tang paused for a moment, then looked at Nikola and said, "Keep an eye on those in Backlund. I probably won't have much time for Rune after this. The trouble left by Salinger needs to be resolved, and the things in the River of Eternal Darkness also need to be dealt with again."

When it came to the issue of the source, Tang focused most of his attention on the uniqueness of the Death God Path and the backup plan left by Salinger.

And, having already digested the extraordinary characteristics of the Mysterious Servant, he must act as an anchor point, responding to the "past," "present," and "future," to complete the time loop...

Tang thought about how many times he had borrowed power from the "future" in the past, and suddenly felt a headache coming on.

Sure enough, debts must be repaid one day.

"Regarding the issue with Triss Chick, you can arrange a three-in-one hot pot dinner to put the two of them together and let the problems confront each other."

A witch who returns for revenge, and a "Red Priest" trapped for a thousand years—what kind of trouble can they cause? Tang is quite looking forward to it.

"Also, Triss Chick seems to have discovered something wrong with Backlund..."

A smile appeared on Tang's lips.

Nikolai was somewhat surprised. "Triss Chick, he discovered your secret doll?"

"Perhaps, after all, it was done by the power of the higher-dimensional observer and the Ring of Destiny that infiltrated it. It involves some abilities in the fields of destiny and observation, so it's normal for them to have strong intuition and inspiration."

Tang said cheerfully, "But it's also very interesting, isn't it?"

That should be true for both him and for Triss Chick, this strange "reborn" person.

If you keep following the same old path you've walked in your life, then there's really no point in living.

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Backlund, the capital of the Kingdom of Rune, the capital of all cities.

Triss has already used her memories from before she woke up in this world to quickly collect extraordinary materials and advance to the next level. She has completed the role of a witch and digested the witch in a very short time. She is also using her "memories" to collect the corresponding extraordinary properties and auxiliary materials for the Witch of Pleasure in Backlund.

For Extraordinary users who have successfully played and digested the potion before, the time required to play it again is much less. In other words, they can stabilize their state and speed up the digestion process of the potion more quickly than ordinary Extraordinary users.

This is also why evil spirits that were once extraordinary beings can use extraordinary abilities almost without needing to act out their abilities after acquiring extraordinary characteristics, and they almost never become more insane because they don't act out their abilities.

This can be considered a kind of "pre-playing".

However, after Triss entered this city of all—no, the city of Backlund, which she knew yet felt strange—she noticed something amiss. There weren't many riots here, and the East District wasn't as chaotic as Triss had previously witnessed, but these weren't the points that made her uneasy.

The people here sometimes gave Triss an inhuman feeling.

Of the ten people she passed by, there would always be two or three who gave her this feeling. But no matter whether Triss followed them, used divination, or investigated these people she thought had problems through other means, the result was always the same: "What's wrong with these people? They're perfectly normal..."

In an underground gathering of extraordinary items in Backlund, she, who had returned to the ranks of witches, once again keenly sensed the slightly strange gazes around her.

These gazes, subtle yet scrutinizing, their inorganic quality and indifferent demeanor all too familiar to Triss Chick, the former Witch of Despair.

The people of Backlund are strange, no, quite strange.

As an experienced witch, Triss pretended to tidy her clothes and took out a palm-sized silver mirror from her pocket, using it to look at the other people around her.

It's perfectly normal. Just like the last time she saw it, and the time before that, these people don't exhibit any abnormal behavior at all.

But this feeling of unease made Triss sense something strange and twisted.

Every passerby, every pair of eyes, every person walking by exuded an inorganic coldness, like a monster without spirit or self-awareness... Triss had never encountered anything so strange before.

"Next item I'm requesting: the eyes of a seductive banshee..."

This was Triss's request; the eyes of the Enchanting Banshee were the primary material for the Pleasure Witch.

And the main material she used to advance to the Pleasure Witch...

Triss lowered her long eyelashes and remained silent.

Just as the man in black robes who was presiding over the meeting uttered these words, Triss, who was immersed in her memories, was suddenly inspired, and her gaze abruptly turned to a certain wall.

The experienced witch's body vanished suddenly, and she quickly shrank into the mirror she held in her palm.

While everyone was still stunned, the wall that Triss had been staring at suddenly burst into flames and the light of an impact explosion.

The entire wall exploded, sending debris flying everywhere. Taking advantage of the chaos as the people at the gathering scattered, someone rushed into the location of this occult meeting.

"The official extraordinary beings are here! Run!"

Most of the people at this gathering had gone astray or had committed acts of arson, murder, and looting, and were already problematic. Upon hearing such a statement, they scattered and fled, completely disregarding others and those behind them. They used their extraordinary abilities or simply abandoned those around them to buy themselves as much time as possible.

Triss hid in the mirror and saw their panicked escape, then sneered.

"Humans, they really are all such despicable creatures..."

But some stood there indifferently, watching the extraordinary individuals who had suddenly intruded.

"Kill them! These guys are no longer alive!"

A loud, imposing male voice rang out. In the dusty basement, following the voice, the extraordinary individuals who had been standing indifferently in place attacked simultaneously. The two groups seemed to know each other and both wanted to kill the other in a short time.

Amidst the fighting, Triss coldly observed the events unfolding at the party through the mirrors she had marked beforehand.

Although she is not yet the Witch of Despair, for some reason, she, as a witch, can still use extraordinary abilities that only the Witch of Despair can utilize.

These people were clearly unaware that a demigod was hiding inside the mirror, coldly observing everything that was happening.

The intruders were of a higher rank, and they seemed to have brought some sealed artifacts. The party members were clearly no match for the intruders, who also seemed to know them well. They were all carrying a very strange weapon, like a small knife that was usually used in the port to cut the ropes securing cargo.

Those knives radiated a spiritual glow; they were extraordinary weapons.

Whenever those gleaming silver knives sliced ​​across the heads and bodies of the Gathering Extraordinaries, they would collapse to the ground like puppets with broken strings, only to be shot in the head by the intruders who seized the opportunity.

Triss's gaze shifted slightly as she used the mirror to reflect the bodies of several of the murdered Gathering Beyonders, capturing their spirits and bringing them into the mirror world before they had completely vanished.

but……

"These people are spirits that died long ago. Are they secret puppets?"

Triss narrowed her eyes; she instinctively thought of someone.

Dawn Dantes, or rather, Gehrman Sparrow.

But would that person make so many ordinary, mundane secret partners?
Obviously impossible.

Triss had the answer in her heart. She did not appear in the real world, but remained hidden in the mirror world. After confirming that the creatures that gave her strange feelings were all puppets, Triss narrowed her eyes.

Why didn't she think of killing these people and examining their spirits before?

If that's the case, Triss should have concluded long ago that these strange creatures are all puppets of some puppet master.

"I've been scammed..."

Triss murmured to herself.

This reminded Triss of a less pleasant memory. She shook her head. "No, we can't be sure it's a scam yet. Other methods could have similar abilities."

For example, the audience approach.

But the biggest problem now is...

Who is manipulating so many secret puppets? And what is their purpose?
Triss's expression shifted slightly as she watched the intruders kill the puppets, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"They seem to know these puppets very well, or rather, they know the puppet masters behind these puppets very well?"

(End of this chapter)