Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 352 351 The Well of the Sun (Part 5)

Nikolai's sneak attack caught "God's Abomination" Shea completely off guard.

From the disappearance of the "wrong" kingdom of God to the appearance of "wrong" before Him, filling every branch and every arm with all sorts of chaotic pollution, madness and extraordinary power, only a single breath had passed.

Before the "divine calamity" Si'a could even react, he suffered a severe blow.

He fled in haste and was injured once again during the escape. Nicholas took the opportunity to steal a portion of the extraordinary properties of an ancient evil artifact, while the pollution from the predetermined future on his body was aggravated once more.

They fled in panic, filled with curses. Their alien and monster minds could not understand why the struggle between the true creator and "error" ended so quickly, and why "error" escaped unscathed.

Even though the "mistake" severely injured the "divine evil" Si'a at the very first moment, and stuffed countless amounts of purifying, exorcising, and corrupting power into its body, it still ran very fast.

The power belonging to the Mother Tree of Desire shrank into its core, expelling the "wrong" clones parasitizing its body. After throwing out all the mutated and crazed Time Worm clones, it destroyed half of its own body, turning them into countless curses and alien species, before disappearing without a trace.

"what a pity."

Nikolai calmly tidied his attire, not letting the battle ruin his image.

After putting away the extraordinary characteristics of the separated ancient evil object, he looked towards the direction of Tingen City once again.

This performance should come to an end.

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In the city of Tingen.

Aside from a few places like the University of Tingen, the University of Hoy, and St. Peter's Hospital, the vast expanse of golden lava engulfed most streets and buildings, swallowing countless ordinary people who fell into the Sunwell Ore Lava and were unable to be rescued in time or take refuge in safe areas.

No one can escape a disaster of this magnitude.

The dead turned into part of the lava, while the living stared blankly at everything that seemed like a dream.

"This can't be real, right..."

The boy, who had been attending school during the day and was joking with his parents at home, rubbed his eyes, his legs trembling, his gaze unfocused, staring at the world that felt like daytime at night, muttering to himself.

“Why did this happen…”

The husband, who had lost his wife, pounded his fist on the ground, closed his eyes, his lips trembled, and he couldn't shed a single tear.

"We were so close to saving enough money to open our first bakery... Why did this happen..."

Why is this happening?

"Mr. Error... Why isn't Mr. Error responding...?"

This is the story of the young investigator who, in a moment of crisis, recited the name of "Mr. Error," but Mr. Error did not respond.

"My child, where are you? Do you miss your mother? Mother is here, come back, mother is here..."

This is a mother who has lost her child.

Some people stood there, stunned, tears involuntarily streaming down their faces.

A wife grabbed her husband's arm and shook him frantically, crying, "My child! My child! He hasn't come up yet! He hasn't come up yet!"

An old man looked at the golden world before him, swayed as he stood up, but eventually collapsed weakly to the ground.

Everything was fine just a moment ago.

A profound sense of absurdity gripped the group of survivors, and a question involuntarily arose in everyone's mind.

Why... did it suddenly turn out like this?

Why does it become like this?

is this real?
Yes, that's not true.

"This is a dream, this is a dream..."

Klein, who had almost exhausted his spiritual energy, watched as the old man shakily stood up again. He watched as the man walked step by step toward the window, his pupils dilating slightly, and took a step forward.

"don't want--"

To everyone's surprise, the old man opened the window and jumped out without hesitation.

Klein ran to the window and watched as the old man crashed to the ground, blood and internal organs, red and white, splattered everywhere, turning into a lifeless mass of rotten flesh.

He watched helplessly as the old man died right before his eyes, his pupils dilating and his lips trembling.

Klein turned around and looked helplessly at the others.

The demigods were almost all out, providing support and aid to the ordinary people who were still struggling in the Sunwell's lava around Tingen.

The extraordinary beings who remained in the safe zone—the investigators, the night watchmen, and the scapegoats—were all below demigod level, or even just newcomers, only Sequence 9, students still studying at Miskatonic.

Those behind Klein also looked back with blank expressions, seemingly completely unprepared for this to happen.

They lacked so much experience that, with their spirituality almost depleted and their mental state stretched to the limit, they couldn't even realize that this situation itself was abnormal.

The old man seemed off.

There are supernatural forces at work here.

As the first person jumped from the high-rise building, the second, the third, the fourth, and so on, people continued to choose to end their lives due to numbness, pain, and unbearable suffering.

At this moment, someone finally realized what was happening, grabbed the people, and forced them back to a safe place.

Even safety is no longer guaranteed; the barrier that can defend against the Sunwell's ore and magma cannot stop those who actively seek death from committing suicide.

"But they're all dead... all dead..."

They struggled desperately, and an overwhelming sense of despair continued to spread.

In this miraculous city, an evil god feeds on blood and pain to nourish a flower about to be born from flesh and blood.

The demigod responsible for guarding the safe zone noticed the anomaly: "It's the true creator!"

The demigod swiftly arranged a ritual to remove the influence of a true god's divinity.

Even if the true Creator doesn't target these ordinary people, His very existence is a huge source of pollution. Regardless of whether they have had contact with this deity, within the sphere of His power and authority, the corrupt nature within everyone's heart has already begun to awaken.

But how did His divinity enter?
Tingen City has always been keenly aware of the intrusion of the evil god's power. Before the accident at the Sunwell Mine, the evil god's minions had been well-behaved under Mr. "Mistake's" nose.

The powerful barriers set up in all safe zones can prevent the invasion of evil god power to the greatest extent. How did the true creator corrupt these people until they reached the point of despair and then exploded?
The demigod who remained behind gritted his teeth, trying to analyze the reasons behind this possibility.

Before the ritual magic was activated to completely remove the spiritual pollution left by the divinity of these true creators, malice swelled and negative emotions rose. When they came into contact with the last straw that broke the camel's back, those who had lost their relatives and friends in the disaster fell to the ground one after another like dumplings being dropped into a pot, becoming a splash of blood-red flowers adorning the earth.

Klein and several investigators, along with the Punishers, had taken control of quite a few people, but there were many more whose thinking was clearly off, though they were still under control for the time being.

until……

An old man with a hunched back appeared in front of Klein.

Klein was stunned for a moment, and blurted out instinctively, "Old Neil?!"

Old Neil was a logistics worker for the Night Watchers. After Leonard Mitchell was parasitized by Amon, forcing the Night Watchers' base in Tingen to undergo repairs, Old Neil cheerfully took his wages back to his lodgings and told Klein that old people need to rest and recuperate. But now, this exceptionally disheveled Extraordinary, who could be considered Klein's teacher, appeared before him in such a state.

Old Neil, his eyes no longer as bright as before, glanced at Klein with his cloudy gaze and muttered to himself, "Pedigris... he's gone..."

"He left for some reason... It's so strange... Why did he leave? He shouldn't have left. Didn't he promise to have a proper dinner tonight...?"

"Where did he go?"

"What's up with him?"

"I can't find him... I can't find... him..."

Klein lunged forward and pinned down Old Neil, who was trying to leave the safe zone to find someone, which would inevitably result in him falling off the building and turning into a blooming blood-red flower.

Old Neil was tackled to the ground by Klein. He let out a wail, and at that moment, bloody tears streamed from his eyes.

He struggled fiercely, and Klein, with his great strength, almost couldn't subdue him.

But the problem isn't just Old Neil's mental state.

Flesh was peeling away, and on Old Neil's arms, feet, and face, eyes were growing wildly from within the flesh.

Klein sensed something was wrong with Old Neil, and a chill ran down his spine. "Old Neil!"

"He's here...he's here..."

Old Neil's mouth split open, and Klein could see tearing wounds appearing inside Old Neil's mouth, filled with emotionless, indifferent eyes.

At that moment, Klein saw those eyes.

Those eyes also saw Klein.

In that instant, Klein's mind seemed to explode, a massive, frenzied influx of knowledge flooding into his brain.

This was knowledge chasing after people; countless meaningless pieces of knowledge frantically filled every piece of land and every corner of Klein's mind.

Klein screamed in agony, clutching his head in excruciating pain.

He could feel his heart pounding at its peak, his spiritual intuition frantically reminding him.

If he does nothing, then there will inevitably be only one outcome—

"We can't lose control, we can't lose control, we can't lose control—!"

Absolutely, we cannot let this get out of control!
When Klein's brain exploded, he struggled immensely to try and do something through his connection with the mysterious space above the gray fog.

He was in immense pain, and making sure he had a shred of sanity, he did the only thing he could do: he recited the name of "The Fool".

He succeeded.

In the dim light, Klein seemed to see an endless gray-white mist, a magnificent palace above the mist, and inside the magnificent palace, one after another crimson stars and blurry figures shrouded in the gray-white mist.

His thoughts paused for a moment, then a loud "ding" rang in Klein's mind.

The mind and the frantically injected knowledge paused slightly. The demigod, who had noticed the anomaly, had already sensed Old Neil's problem and came here.

"A hidden sage?!"

The demigod, who had just cleansed himself of the divine corruption of the true creator, had a somewhat ferocious expression. He appeared in front of Klein and directly grabbed old Neil.

Old Neil screamed as his flesh peeled away, revealing the blood vessels, organs, and bones filled with insane knowledge.

Tears welled up unconsciously in his cloudy eyes; he seemed to be pleading for help, "Save him... He's underground in Tingen..."

"Save him... The Hidden Sage... He has come..."

Klein endured the pain that felt like his brain had been hit by a thousand hammers, and he grasped what was hidden in Old Neil's words.

"Old Neil, the Hidden Sage, has come to Tingen City?!"

The Hidden Sage, a living embodiment of the concept revered by the Morse Order.

He appeared in the city of Tingen during this catastrophe.

Just as Old Neil's brain, writhing in pain, was about to nod, he convulsed once more.

The demigod was startled, but by the time he reacted, it was too late. Just as he tried to control Old Neil again, Old Neil suddenly started laughing maniacally.

His words resonated directly in the minds of Klein and the demigod.

"I heard it, I heard it."

"Tinggen is a scam, a huge scam that only serves one person—!"

"Hahahaha, everyone is a character in a play, everyone is a puppet woven by fate—!"

His head suddenly spun 360 degrees, his spine shattered, and his gaze was fixed on Klein.

"It's all because—"

Old Neil suddenly froze.

His gaze was unfocused. The demigod and Klein struggled to come back from their state of being consumed by knowledge. They saw that Dunn Smith had appeared there at some point and pulled the out-of-control old Neil into a dream.

"Caught up..."

Dunn smiled slightly at Klein, a few drops of blood dripping from his cheek.

As the blood dripped onto the ground, a faint pale golden hue flashed by.

The demigod once again brought the out-of-control Old Neil under control. He looked at Dunn, frowning, "Captain Smith, your body..."

“I…” Dunn Smith had barely uttered a word when a pregnant woman silently walked up behind him.

Both the demigod and Dunn felt a strange sense of dread.

They suddenly looked at the pregnant woman.

"you--?!"

“My child, He says He misses His father a little…”

The pregnant woman smiled slightly, her slender limbs and unnaturally bulging belly, like that of someone eight months pregnant, making her look exceptionally strange and bizarre.

"He..."

Dunn's expression changed, and the demigod made his move instantly.

One after another, twelve worms burrowed into the pregnant woman's belly, attempting to control the obviously abnormal fetus.

To everyone's surprise, as soon as the insects burrowed into the pregnant woman's stomach, her expression changed. She opened her mouth in horror, and a baby's tiny hand emerged from her mouth.

"You want to harm my child?! You want to harm my child—!"

(End of this chapter)