Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 315 End of 314
After briefly recalling that hazy dream, Tang smacked his lips, took a glass of soda from the mists of history, took a sip through the straw, and gazed towards the Eastern Continent through Euclidean space.

"Let's make some arrangements for Little Sun, prepare to have him attend the Tarot Club... Oh, right, let's give this one to Klein, he's not very cunning, too innocent, and a bit naive, it makes me want to tease him a little... Let Klein train him."

At this point, Tang sighed again; this position was really not easy to hold.

To be honest, wasn't his original intention to just lie low and wait for the Lord of Mysteries to save the world?

Why did it develop into this way?

Nikolai also looked in the direction of Tang, towards the eastern continent.

The “mistake” reached up and pressed down the black top hat on his head. “The ‘mothers’ are almost ready.”

"Hmm." Tang Ke nodded indifferently. "I'll go back first, tidy up a bit, and then go to the Raging Sea in a few days to open the mausoleum."

Go with Owen to crush Grandpa's coffin lid first, and then collect Death's unique soul and the other half of his father's soul.

“Okay.” Nikolai nodded. “I’ll take care of the rest.”

"Well, I'll leave the rest to you. Bye-bye."

After saying that, Tang's figure gradually disappeared, leaving the Euclidean space.

Nikolai watched Tang leave, then turned his gaze to the projection of Rittingen City in Euclid Space.

-

St. Peter's Hospital, Tingen, basement level.

When Klein emerged from his cocoon and fell from the sky onto the soft liquid, he seemed somewhat dazed.

Medical staff quickly stepped forward and, under Klein's surprised and bewildered gaze, conducted a remarkably swift and professional examination of his physical condition.

As Klein followed the doctor's instructions to lift his legs and massage his hands, he looked around and found that it was a fairly large room with no windows, painted white, and looked quite normal.

What he had just hatched from was a strange cocoon of light hanging in mid-air.

The cocoon of light shriveled up after Klein left, containing a strange, transparent liquid. This was the reason why Klein was not injured when he fell from a height of more than a meter. After the cocoon of light flowed out and protected Klein, the strange, colorless, and odorless transparent liquid was quickly absorbed by the ground, leaving nothing behind.

Klein wasn't alone here; many other cocoons of light hung in this enormous room. Some cocoons were still suspended from the ceiling, while others had been lowered, with people struggling to climb out, vomiting as they were quickly pulled away by medical staff.

"Where is this..." Klein looked around, his still somewhat sluggish brain taking a moment to process what he was seeing:

He shouldn't be at the University of Tingen?
“The basement of St. Peter’s Hospital. Miskatonic has rented this floor for the past few days to monitor the mental condition of you examinees. That way, if any examinee has a mental problem when you leave the examination room, you will be taken away by St. Peter’s Hospital for emergency treatment very quickly.”

The nurse who examined him explained it to him.

"After all, whether it's a physical or mental problem, St. Peter's has the most professional doctors."

"Well, nothing serious... Wait a moment, Mr. Moretti. You still need to have your mental state assessed by our psychologist. If everything is fine, you can leave after signing here."

After a brief examination, a psychiatrist rushed over to assess Klein and determine if his mental state required hospitalization.

After all, there have been cases in the past where people went crazy while taking this exam. The psychiatrists and psychologists at St. Peter's Hospital are seasoned veterans, and they do these things without any hesitation.

After completing a series of psychological assessments, the psychiatrist ticked a box on Klein's diagnostic form.

"Well, based on what you said about your potion having been fully digested, your mental state should be fine."

"Just pay a little attention from now on. You'll likely experience some 'allergic' reactions during this period. Seeing one thing will trigger a series of associations. For example, seeing a person might make you think of monsters or something similar..."

"After all, according to the data from Miskatonic, your mental strength has dropped significantly. This is a normal reaction and it will naturally get better after a while."

“Okay, thank you.” Klein watched as the psychiatrist went to give psychological evaluations to the other people who had crawled out of the hanging cocoons of light, and then Pedigris arrived.

"How are you? You look terrible?"

"Pedigru asked with concern."

"It's nothing serious, just that his mental state dropped too much and there are some aftereffects."

Klein gave a wry smile, then asked, "What about Cohen Lee? How is he?"

Pedigris moved his lips strangely: "Oh, Cohenley, he came out quite early."

Upon hearing this, Klein said, "...It seems things aren't looking good?"

Pedigris: "Yeah, he hung up again."

Subsequently, according to Pedigru's description, Cohen encountered a statue called "The Great Black Mother" in the examination hall. This statue is said to represent the "God of Curses" and the "God of Malice." The statue's face must not be seen; although it is trapped in a village, anyone whose name is known by the statue will be cursed.
Cohen didn't understand the rules at first. After the dungeon boss "Great Black Buddha Mother" learned his name, she immediately launched a long-range kowtow curse. Before she could even fight back, her red and white parts flew out together, her brains and flesh spilled out, and she was instantly defeated and cleared out of the examination room.

After listening, Klein said, "...That's terrible."

Pedigru affirmed, "Yes, it's terrible."

Cohen is still in a daze and wants to kowtow twice more.

I don't know whether I should kowtow to that person or to that "Great Black Buddha Mother".

Today is the evening of August 8th. The flow of time inside and outside the examination hall seems to be unequal. Klein has been in Black Vortex Town for four or five days, but only one day has passed outside.

Pedigre stayed at St. Peter's to look after Cohen, who was still somewhat dazed, while Klein went straight back to 32 Red Rose Street. Afterward, with Dunn's permission, he prepared to return to his apartment at 47 Golden Rose Street to meet Melissa Benson and the others.

The second round of exams has now concluded. Miskatonic will need some time to compile and verify the specific scores and final overall scores.

"The exam results won't be out for another two days, so you can relax for a couple of days, Klein... Well, there's no need to worry too much about security right now. We've also taken this opportunity to raise the relevant issues with Miskatonic. He's watching over this place now, so at least on the surface, those guys hiding in Tingen won't make a move against us."

"Okay, Captain."

"Oh, right." Klein was about to walk out of the captain's office when Dunn called him back from behind, "Tomorrow night, there's a gathering for test takers at Tingen University. If you want to attend, you can go to Tingen University tomorrow night."

“Okay.” Klein nodded again, but as he was about to leave again, Dunn called him back once more.

"Captain, is there anything you've forgotten?"

Klein turned around with a twitch at the corner of his mouth, looking at Dunn Smith behind him, who seemed to have a bad memory.

"It's nothing, I just wanted to tell you not to worry about the exam results. Even if you don't pass, you can still take the exam next February. Don't feel pressured."

Dunn smiled at Klein, winked jokingly, and said, "When I took this exam, I didn't sleep a wink for days between the exam and the results."

Klein paused for a moment, then smiled.

Captain, you're a sleepless person, so why do you close your eyes at night?

However, regarding Dunn's safety, Klein sincerely said, "Thank you so much for your comfort, Captain, as someone who's been through this before."

"Haha, alright, alright, young man, go back and spend time with your family. You're making it sound like I'm seventy or eighty years old."

Dunn jokingly scolded Klein, who then opened the office door.

This time, he walked out of the office and was not stopped by Dunn again.

After having a lively dinner with Melissa and Benson, whom he happened to run into, at the apartment on the second floor of 47 Golden Rose Street, Klein, who was enjoying a rare moment of leisure, returned to his bedroom, then took four steps backward and entered the gray fog.

In the mysterious space above the gray fog.

Klein, who should have been reminded of something by the disinfecting and insecticidal effects of the gray fog, had just vaguely recalled something when several Time Worms with twelve segments, hiding in the shadows, stole it away, causing what was about to emerge to disappear once again.

Now is not the time.

Mr. "Mistake," seated at the head of the long bronze table, looked down at the reflection of "The Fool" Klein in the mirror-like water below him and slightly adjusted his black silk top hat.

Then, with his light-colored eyes, he looked at the deep red stars around him, casually stretched out his slender finger, pointed at a deep red star in the air, made it enlarge, and sank into the water mirror at his feet, appearing in the magnificent palace on the "opposite side".

-

East Continent, Silver City.

Beneath the Twin Towers of the Council of Six, Gal Blair, the former chief of Silver City, pushed open the heavy black iron doors.

Inside the door was a soft sunlight. In an environment where there was no light and the night sky could only be illuminated by lightning, this dark and cramped underground room where the sealed artifacts were stored was a warm sunlight that almost all the citizens of Silver City would never see in their entire lives.

Sitting in the corner of the room was Nicolas Flamel, who was reading a newspaper and drinking tea. When someone pushed the door open, he politely raised his hat as a sign of courtesy.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Blair."

Good afternoon, Flamel.

After saying that, Gal Bly looked at the sealed object in the very center of the room.

Belonging to the Silver City's "0" level, it can also be said to be a god-level sealed artifact, "The Gift of the Earth" transformed from the remains of the deceased harvest goddess Omibella.

It was a huge tree trunk that looked like it would take three or four people to hug it. It was seven or eight meters high, and most of the bark had fallen off. The remaining bark was a dead, withered grayish-brown color, and it looked like it couldn't possibly be "alive".

However, compared to these tree-like parts, the exposed wood facing Nikolai and Gal Bly has some protrusions and some depressions. This strange structure outlines a blurry female figure with no legs, arms made of branches growing from the trunk, an extremely distorted face, and two giant crimson flowers serving as eyes.

The figure seemed to sense someone entering the room, and Gal Bly thought he heard a low, sobbing voice calling out:

"Mother."

"Yes, I am your mother."

Nikolai nodded; a card was placed on the round table in front of him.

A card depicting a female version of Emperor Roselle, dressed in maternal clothes, with a protruding belly and radiating maternal glow, titled "Mother".

As the indistinct call of "Gifts of the Earth" echoed, the expression of the female version of Empress Roselle in the Tarot, radiating maternal warmth, softened further.

This force caused the "Gift of the Earth" to take on a more vivid form, but soon the vividness of the "Gift of the Earth" disappeared again. As if by magic, Nikolai took out another "Mother" card from his pocket, which was also engraved with the image of a female version of the Great Roselle, and put the things he had just stolen from the "Gift of the Earth" into it.

Looking at this "mother" brand production line, Gal Bly remained silent for a long time before asking:

"Do you really want that child to go?"

After finishing, Nikolai slowly put the new, but still somewhat clumsy, "Mother" card into his pocket. He glanced at Gal Bly and asked with a smile:

"Don't you really want Silver City to escape the Forsaken Land?"

Gal Bly remained silent for a moment, then asked in a low voice, "Tang should be able to do this."

After being promoted to Sequence 1, Tang, who possesses observation and spatial authority, should be able to perform the corresponding grafting, directly grafting people out.

“If he wanted to do it, he would have done it long ago.” Nikolai sighed, calmly looking at his colleague with whom he had worked for a thousand years:
“Garl, this isn’t even a sacrifice. It’s just sending a child to Source Castle. Don’t really eat him… Besides, if Adam were to do this, how many people do you think would die?”

"Furthermore, over the next thousand years, the population and living environment of Silver City will only decrease and become more severe. I think you should understand this..."

Nikolai took off his hat and looked at "The Gift of the Earth" located in the center of the room.

Gal Bly also looked at the sealed object located in the center of the room.

He then gave Nikolai a deep look before turning and leaving.

"I will inform the chief of this term."

"Ah."

(End of this chapter)