Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 316 315 Cherish Life
Göttingen, University of Göttingen.

Many candles and mineral lamps floated in mid-air, hanging quietly beneath the black velvet curtain of the sky.

A crimson moon hung in the sky, and the twinkling stars made the night sky, lit by candlelight and firelight, look exceptionally strange.

The University of Tingen was particularly lively tonight. Klein, wearing the black tailcoat Benson had bought for him for his graduation ceremony and a half-high silk hat, looked exceptionally solemn as he stepped through the gates of the University of Tingen, entering a university that appeared normal on the outside but was completely different from the rest of the world once inside.

Outside the door is an ordinary city, but inside is a world of extraordinary people.

There were quite a few people at the University of Tingen now. Someone had set up a long stall at the main entrance of the university, and the air was filled with delicious aromas. Klein also saw many oddly shaped, rather quaint little things being held in people's hands, sprinkled with cumin powder, and being eaten...

They appear to be some spiritually rich creatures and sea monsters.

Who's so good at business that they're risking their life?

On this snack street, a sight rarely seen even in the extraordinary world, Klein also saw extraordinary beings from other churches.

"Eternal Sun... Lord of Storms..."

These official extraordinary individuals all wore ornaments that marked their identities, and Klein also wore the Holy Light of Night from the Church of the Night, which was pinned to his chest and shimmered with a faint crimson moonlight under the light.

Klein, who hadn't eaten much dinner, left the food street in front of the University of Tingen. He had only taken a few steps when he realized that he didn't seem to have brought much money with him and didn't know how much these things cost. Then he saw Tang walk past him.

For some reason, Tang looked very tired, as if he hadn't slept well for several days.

Even on the food street, it swayed as if it had lost its soul, looking like it was about to collapse to the ground and fall asleep.

"Don."

Klein called out to Tang, who looked dazed, and asked with concern, "What's wrong? Haven't you been sleeping well lately?"

"Ah, Klein."

Tang squinted, scratched his head, and smiled. "It's nothing, I just had a nightmare a couple of days ago and I'm feeling a little unwell."

"Nightmare?"

Klein's expression shifted slightly, a hint of curiosity in his eyes: "What nightmare?"

Its staying power is this great.

"It's nothing," Tang said slowly, seemingly recalling his dream, his expression detached.

"I dreamt about a self-destructive, spoiled kid who was carrying a lot of things he shouldn't be carrying at his age. Then, after being provoked, he suddenly wanted to take the world down with him or something..."

"Maybe I've been reading too many novels about Emperor Roselle lately. Sigh, I really shouldn't read romance novels like 'The Overbearing King Falls in Love with Me' before bed."

Okay, I got it from reading novels.

but……

Klein: "...You really have a wide range of interests." You even read novels like this.

Seriously, Your Majesty, just how much garbage have you stuffed into this world?!
Tang nodded, "You flatter me, you flatter me." He had even recommended novels to the goddess, such as "Killing Your Husband to Prove Your Dao," "Reborn Heiress," "Cultivating Immortality in Another World," "Superpowered Princess," and "The Regent's Beloved."

To be honest, the goddess has actually become a bit more human.

Indeed, knowledge is power.

I just don't know where the system found such a huge chunk of knowledge in the wilderness...

“Right?” Tang nodded in agreement. “I think so too. Reading more books is always good, even if they’re just for passing the time… Oh, by the way, Klein, how did your exams go? Did they go well?”

"It should be alright." The exam results weren't out yet, and Klein wasn't overconfident.

"That's great. At least those who complete the exam requirements have a high chance of passing."

As he spoke, Tang yawned again. "Oh, right, you're here for tonight's party? Hmm, there are a lot of extraordinary individuals from Tingen University tonight, but with that person watching over things, there shouldn't be any security issues..."

This is equivalent to bringing people from all over the world together, and it is also an excellent place for them to exchange information, get to know each other, and conduct transactions.

Furthermore, with Nicholas Flamel, a Sequence 1 Angel King, watching over him, the official Beyonders would give this "mistake" some face. As long as he didn't cause too much trouble, the wild Beyonders would be fine.

"I have something to attend to, so I'll be going now... Oh, by the way, Klein, do you know how to ballroom dance?" Don suddenly asked at the very end.

"Ballroom dancing?" Klein was somewhat speechless. He pondered for a moment, then shook his head. "I've seen others dance it, but I can't."

"Well, that's a pity."

Tang pointed to a direction completely opposite to the one the candidates who were talking to each other were heading in, "There's a dance party over there. If you have time, you can come and take a look. I believe it will broaden your horizons."

"Okay, I'll go take a look if I have time."

Klein agreed, and Don nodded, then walked towards the ball.

Klein was just about to say something when a voice came from behind him.

"Moretti?"

Klein turned around and saw Fors Wall, who looked astonished. The great writer was holding some papers at the entrance of the University of Tingen.

"Good evening, Ms. Wall."

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After walking a few steps, the previously empty scene in front of Tang merged with another scene not far away.

He opened the double stone doors in front of him, which were carved with strange reliefs and patterns, and stepped into the huge hall.

The marble floor of the auditorium was now covered with a bright red carpet, and the candlesticks hanging from the ceiling emitted a warm and fiery light, making the auditorium magnificent and radiant.

The melodious strains of musical instruments filled the hall. Couples of men, women, and children danced different social dances from various countries of the Northern Continent on the bright red carpet, under the warm light of candles, accompanied by the melodious music.

Each pair danced differently, but they were surprisingly in perfect sync with the music. No two pairs collided, and everyone was in perfect order, like a puppet show that had been rehearsed for a long time and was now putting on its most spectacular performance.

After Tang entered the hall, the double stone doors behind him, carved with bizarre reliefs and patterns, closed silently on their own. Those immersed in the music and melody seemed oblivious to the arrival of someone; they continued dancing with abandon, as if their lives were burning brightly. Tang ignored them, and with a somewhat listless expression, strolled to the edge of the dance floor where food and drinks were placed. Without hesitation, he picked up a piece of cream cake that had been pre-cut and placed on the table, as if it had been prepared for him, and began to eat it, picking at it with a fork.

"You didn't sleep well?"

Irving appeared out of nowhere and was puzzled to see his younger brother looking so lifeless.

Surely a Sequence 1 Extraordinary shouldn't be in such a terrible state?
"Yeah, I went to ask some questions, and then I was so anxious that I couldn't sleep all night."

Tang's somewhat dazed eyes focused slightly. After slurping down the cream cake in his hand, he pulled a napkin from the fog of history, calmly wiped the cake crumbs from the corner of his mouth, and then looked at Owen.

"Aren't you going to dance or something? It's a rare opportunity."

He gestured with his lip, indicating that Irving should look at the handsome men and beautiful women on the dance floor in front of them.

Owen: "..."

Irving pointed to the things on the dance floor in front of him, his lips twitching. "You can't be that serious, can you?"

I'm your older brother, we're brothers!
Irving slapped Tang on the shoulder, as if to say, "Are you alright?"
Tang's staggering pose and somewhat listless expression indicated that he was still in a Schrödinger's cat-like state of half-deadness; don't disturb him as he's clearing his mind.

Irving sighed and handed Don another piece of cream cake.
Tang didn't refuse. He took the cream cake, but instead of pouring it directly into his mouth, he poked at it with a fork while watching the grand ball in front of him.

At first glance, all the men and women dancing on the dance floor seemed perfectly normal. Everyone appeared harmonious, happy, and pure, with the most amiable smiles on their faces.

Some of them are extraordinary, some are not; some are residents of Tingen City, some are residents of other cities in the Kingdom of Rune; some have the blood of giants, some have the blood of sea monsters; they all look different, yet at a certain moment they present the illusion of being all the same.

But if a high-sequence extraordinary being were present, with their powerful spirituality and divine abilities, they might be able to see through the illusion and see many things that ordinary people cannot see... and then go insane.

For example, a man's hand, which was on a woman's waist, suddenly slips off during a twirling dance, and the cleanly severed hand sticks to the woman's waist, gradually merging with her body.

The kissing couple had separated, but their lips, though detached from their faces, remained locked in the act of kissing, their bodies gradually coming together as their lips connected, transforming from two people into one, both male and female, both yin and yang…

For example, two couples exchanged their dance partners, but they did so by having their heads detach from their necks and perfectly sewn onto the other person's body, thus exchanging bodies as if they had performed the most perfect head transplant surgery at the same time.

Eyes, nose, mouth, hair... torso, internal organs, blood vessels, blood... spirit and spirituality, extraordinary characteristics and extraordinary abilities, everyone on this dance floor is constantly being recombined, grafted and stitched together. The smiles on everyone's faces are so bright, but their bodies are constantly being exchanged and recombined again and again in the dance music.

The threads of everyone's spirits drifted toward the sky, which seemed to have no dome. Every piece of their flesh and every part of their spirit was independent, yet they were all puppets that the puppet masters could play with at will.

Mysterious servants can summon the spiritual threads of things that once existed, but even at this level, they still cannot manipulate them with such precision, or rather, it is impossible for them to manipulate every piece of flesh and every trace of spirit within every puppet so precisely.

"The Supreme Being and the Mysterious Servant do not belong to a sequence path that can intersect or be interchanged. Therefore, when these two paths intersect, they can produce many very strange, terrifying, and extraordinary abilities."

By observing every piece of flesh and blood and precisely manipulating every thread of the spirit body, the mysterious servants use their grafting abilities to graft different body parts of different puppets together to form a completely new "person".

This is the most terrifying Faceless Man.

The grafted puppet is essentially still a whole, only that each piece of flesh and blood is no longer on its own body.

Your own flesh and blood are in someone else's body, and someone else's flesh and blood are in your own body.

Each piece of their flesh and blood is still "alive". When extraordinary characteristics are not aggregated and separated from the extraordinary, they will be fused with the extraordinary's body in a scattered form. Therefore, under the effect of the mysterious servant grafting authority, a puppet can obtain various extraordinary abilities of different levels, different sequences and different ways.

As for the spirit, from the observer's perspective, a person's spirit also has many "gaps," and the grafting of the mysterious servant can also play a role.

"This is the real Frankenstein's monster—physically, mentally, spiritually, and in terms of destiny."

Tang sighed, and Owen rubbed the goosebumps on his arms, feeling a bit uneasy.

To be honest, he's become somewhat numb to his younger brother's twisted sense of humor and imagination.

Are all the mysterious waiters this incredibly cunning?

Cherish life, stay away from mysterious servants.

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maritime.

The pirate, with a distinctive wide chin, dark green eyes, and brown hair tied up in an ancient samurai bun, stood there with a twisted and ferocious expression.

The young man in front of him raised his arm somewhat lazily.

Countless buds were surging on his arm, and a brand new arm was growing outward from his existing arm.

"So, Captain, why did you bring this up?"

The young man, who was also the first mate of the pirate ship, smiled as he looked at the man in his thirties who was facing him with a mixture of fear and trepidation, but who was suppressing his inner terror.

"Wouldn't it be better to just quietly pretend you know nothing? Wouldn't it be better to just quietly continue your task?"

"Why listen to the advice of unimportant people, Captain?"

The captain, who was also the owner of the ship and one of the seven pirate generals, raised his hand amidst the raging storm.

Hunger writhed in his hands.

The young man sighed.

"I told you not to go to the Twilight Hermits' Society. Hermes, why did you have to tell me this now of all times?"

Despite saying that, the young man's lips curled into his signature smile.

"who are you?!"

Zilingus's hands, covered by writhing hunger, trembled slightly as he asked, his voice a mix of bravado and fear.

"Hmm, me?" The young man seemed to be thinking, then, as if he had thought of something, he said with interest:

"How about you call me Gehrman Sparrow?"

(End of this chapter)