Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 362, 361 "The Magician"

The Fallen Mother Goddess, the Primordial God, and the Heavenly Venerable of Blessing and Prosperity—these three pillars have supported the entire world since their initial slumber, respectively controlling "Reality," "The Spirit Realm," and "The Astral Realm."

As the existing pillar that has not fallen and is still maintained even after the "mother nest" was stripped away, and is currently in the best condition, would the Fallen Mother Goddess wish for the original God and the Heavenly Venerable of Blessing and Prosperity to awaken?

No, it certainly won't.

The Primordial God and the Heavenly Venerable of Blessing and Prosperity have already self-destructed under the influence of the Law of Extraordinary Characteristics Aggregation. Their fall has given this only "Reality" pillar in the entire universe an opportunity.

The Fallen Mother Goddess did not wish to see the original God, or the Heavenly Venerable of Blessing and Prosperity, resurrected.

Therefore, when she saw the dark blue-green light gate beside Tang disappear, the Fallen Mother Goddess cast more of her gaze and poured more of her power into it.

He will certainly not allow the current master of Source Castle to take Mr. "Door" away!
Under the blood moon, Mr. Door, whose face was shrouded in lightning, was hidden under a blood-red hood, and no one could see his expression.

However, his face looked frighteningly sinister.

Has it broken down?

Tang smiled slightly.

It seems the Fallen Mother Goddess has realized something.

Although Tang's actions led to the disappearance of the last remaining humanity belonging to "Mr. Door" in his final struggle, the Fallen Mother Goddess had completely taken control of this not-so-obedient angel king of the "Door" pathway...

His figure vanished, returning to its original state along with the dark blue portal, under the watchful gaze of the Fallen Mother Goddess.

Historical images, even those with gaps in the historical record, ultimately need to return to the mists of history.

The seal maintained by the Goddess of Night and the Lord of Storms repaired its cracks once again. Amidst the swathes of lightning, the gloomy-looking Mr. "Door" and the blood moon hanging above the night and lightning were shrouded in boundless darkness.

Beyond the region shrouded in endless storms and darkness, within the Euclidean space, the wreath woven from night-blooming jasmine and deep-sleeping flowers silently shattered, merging from higher dimensions into lower dimensions, dissolving back into the sea, and vanishing without a trace.

The calm sea once again returned to its usual clamor. The power of the miracle vanished, and the blood moon hung in the sky. Compared to the blood moons that were almost identical before, this blood moon was several times larger. The countless stars were like invisible eyes, reflected on the black velvet curtain, violently scanning everything here through the barrier.

In the end, nothing was gained.

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The riot of the Fallen Mother Goddess was something that the Goddess of Night and the Lord of Storms had foreseen in advance. The moon, which revolves around the blue planet, approached the barrier and pressed down on it.

In the distant region, brown stars, orange stars, red stars, and Venus seemed to twinkle, as if blinking, drawing attention.

However, the barrier torn by the blood moon was quickly repaired by the power of the seven gods, and everything was restored to normal once again.

The blood moon returned to its original orbit, as if its sudden approach to the blue planet had never happened.

Everything returned to calm once again.

In the mysterious space above the gray fog.

Mr. "Mistake" sat at the head of the bronze table, while Tang sat at the bottom. The two of them looked at the small piece of spirit torn off by Mr. "Door" that was suspended in the center of the bronze table, both of them in silent contemplation.

“This state…”

Mr. Error slowly spoke: "Extremely weak. Even if you allow Him to retain a certain level of wisdom, memory, and spirituality, Mr. Door in this state is still unable to communicate with us normally."

He is merely a small remnant of the real "Door" after it has been corrupted by the Fallen Mother Goddess. After separating from the original body, it is even more difficult for him to maintain his own state.

"That certainly seems to be the case."

Tang rested his chin on his hand. "Although I had a premonition, I really didn't expect that Mr. 'Men' would be left with only such a small amount of uncontaminated material."

When Tang saw Mr. "Men" and Mr. "Men" poured mental pollution into his body, he was also observing Mr. "Men" from the opposite direction, distinguishing between the polluted and unpolluted parts.

Subsequently, by using the authority of the Supreme Being, the "good" and "evil" of Mr. "Door" were separated, allowing the spirit that still retained the "good" aspect to break free from the seal. Utilizing the status of the Source Castle and the special nature of "error," it was placed on the Source Castle.

What remains sealed away now is Mr. "Door," whose mind is filled with nothing but "Save me," and who probably wants the whole world to have children.

"It's a bit like the Tiger Tally from Jackie Chan Adventures, yin within yang, yang within yin, a combination of yin and yang or something..."

"Tang, can't we use the authority of the 'observer' to bring Him back to His complete state?"

"Mistake," Mr. asked.

"Well, although I really want to say yes..."

Upon hearing what Mr. "Mistake" said, Tang narrowed his eyes, stared at the small, uncontaminated clump of spirit, examined it carefully for a moment, and then shook his head regretfully.

"But as we expected, it didn't work."

"Although the observer's authority can reverse His state back to the point when His spirit was complete, Mr. Door at that time had already been corrupted by the fallen Mother Goddess, and this was only a very small part of Mr. Door."

Tang carefully observed Mr. "Door's" past. Regrettably, Mr. "Door" was corrupted very early. The corruption of the Fallen Mother Goddess is similar to meme corruption. Even his past, which was not corrupted, was still largely stained blood red under Mr. "Door's" long-term state of corruption.

The corrupting power of the Fallen Mother Goddess is incomparable to that of the True Creator, the Bound God (Sequence 0), or even the Angel King (Sequence 1).

For ordinary Great Old Ones, unless their core authority involves things like time and causality, the Observer's Gift can also be reversed.

Ultimately, there is a fundamental and enormous gap between Sequence 0, the Great Old Ones, and the Pillars.

"However, where there's a will, there's a way. The further back in time Mr. 'Door' was corrupted, the better his condition was after being corrupted by the Fallen Mother Goddess meme. If we don't care about combat power, we can completely regress to a Sequence 4 arcane mage, a Sequence 5 traveler, or even just a Sequence 6 recorder. We can use Mr. 'Door's original body from that time period to fill in the gaps in the present. We might as well give it a try."

"Under the influence of the corrupted Mother Goddess against the Source Castle and me, attempts to divide, graft, and deceive should be able to refill this part of the spirit."

Tang quickly devised a treatment strategy. Although they were all contaminated, by grafting a time period with a less contaminated level to the present, performing some minor surgery, and staying on the Source Castle to isolate them from the possible contamination by the Fallen Mother Goddess, they could maintain their condition without any problems.

As an expert in this field, Tang drew a conclusion.

"Moreover, in this state where a part of the spirit has escaped the seal, as long as the extraordinary characteristics and uniqueness are given to Him, the advancement ritual to Sequence 0 can still be completed immediately."

“That was our initial goal, wasn’t it? As long as this part of the spirit can achieve this, there won’t be any problems.”

“That’s true.” Mr. “Mistake” nodded, and Tang reached out, and the weak, broken spirit in the center of the bronze table flew into his hand.

He placed it in his palm, fingers together, and made a fist.

A dazzling light burst forth from his fingertips, and the power of Euclidean space enveloped the nearly collapsing spirit. Past, present, and future began to overlap under the authority of "observation." Past, present, and future are singular; the observer can detach himself from countless timelines, watching indifferently.

"Gift Sequence 2, part of the observer's power, allows Mr. 'Door' to regain his past power."

Tang closed his eyes and mobilized the power of Euclidean space above the Source Castle.

The brilliant light entered the damaged spirituality, and its core also lit up.

The branches originating from the "future" stretch out once again, taking root in the soil called the past.

Behind Mr. "Mistake," a dark blue-green portal appeared. As Tang bestowed his power, Mr. "Mistake," who wielded deception, also reached out and grabbed towards Tang.

The specks of crimson emanated from the spirit that was constantly being repaired by the power bestowed upon it by the "Observer," and entered into His hand from the body of the remnant spirit of "The Door," who had received the power of the past.

Mr. "Mistake" gripped the crimson in his hand. The boundless gray-white mist in the Source Castle surged and gathered into his palm, enveloping the ferocious red halos that looked like they were about to drip blood.

The source castle trembled slightly, responding to the expectations of its controller.

When the red light stopped flashing around Tang, the gray-white mist surging towards Mr. "Mistake" finally stopped flowing.

Mr. "Mistake" opened his palm, and a crystal-clear red glass bead, imbued with evil, depravity, madness, distortion, and life force, appeared in his hand.

With a clatter, the red glass bead in Mr. Error's hand fell onto the bronze table.

Under the watchful eyes of Tang and Mr. "Mistake", it began to roll silently.

The glass bead, containing a portion of the power of the fallen Mother Goddess, finally came to a stop in front of a high-backed chair.

On the high-backed chair, a middle-aged man in a black cloak with a stern and serious face appeared. He closed his eyes and breathed evenly, as if he had been sleeping for a long time and would continue to sleep like that.

It wasn't until the glass bead containing the power of the fallen Mother Goddess rolled in front of the middle-aged man that he seemed to be awakened, and his eyes slowly opened.

"Good evening, Mr. Bethel Abraham."

Mr. "Mistake," seated at the head of the bronze table, spoke first, his voice tinged with amusement:
"As a current member of the Tarot Club, you can choose a card as your code name within the Tarot Club."

Twenty-two tarot cards appeared on the bronze table, and one of the cards floated automatically toward Mr. "Door," who had just awakened.

That card is the Magician.

Okay, so he was told he could choose a card himself, but Mr. "Mistake" has already made the choice for him.

"Well then, welcome, our 'Magician' Mr."

Mr. Door, still a little dazed after waking up: ...? ?

Wait, what happened?
who I am? where am I? What am I doing?
? ?
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The murmurs heard during tonight's blood moon were exceptionally clear and frantic.

"Stop talking! Stop talking!"

The great writer Fors Wall, who had once met Klein, lay curled up in bed in anguish, tears streaming down her face and sobbing incessantly.

She had never heard it before! Never before had she heard such intense, frantic ravings, so clearly, coming during the blood moon.

"Help me—!"

"Is anyone there?! Help me!"

"Praise the moon! Praise the moon! Praise the moon! Hahahaha, praise the moon!"

"Help me! Help me! Help me!"

The insane babbling seemed to be mixed with other sounds, but just hearing this insane babbling was enough to drive Fors to the brink of a mental breakdown. He couldn't make out where the sounds were coming from or what they were saying.

"Stop talking! Stop talking!"

I'm going to die, I'm going to lose control.

Fors could sense that outside the window, which was covered by heavy curtains, the blood-red moon was getting closer and closer to their planet, as if it wanted to gaze upon everyone on this planet.

"Look at the moon! Don't look at the moon! Look at the moon, look at the moon!"

Fors felt as if a completely new intelligence had been born within her, and she was constantly tempting herself to look at the blood moon that she had never dared to face since she could hear the babbling.

"Ahhhh——!"

Fors screamed, but her voice was blocked by an unknown barrier, and it did not disturb Hugh Deercha, who was resting next door, at all.

Outside the room, a figure was reflected in the window. The figure was beautiful and had an extraordinary air about her.

Archerley, the ageless witch stationed in Backlund, noticed the anomaly and came here through a mirror.

"The pollution of the great mother..."

Her gaze pierced through the room and fell upon Fors Wall, who was in agony.

The ageless witch Archerley stared for a moment, about to make a move, but suddenly stopped as if she had sensed something.

She turned her face to the side, seemingly communicating with someone, nodded, and her figure gradually disappeared from the window reflecting her image.

In the corner of the room, a crystal ball that Fors had once bought as decoration, said to be a relic from ancient times, suddenly lit up with a hazy, deep red light.

The light expanded rapidly, enveloping Fors, who was curled up like a shrimp on the bed, clutching her head and screaming uncontrollably.

Fors' consciousness was suddenly pulled into a gray-white mist, and her figure sat down in a high-backed chair.

The pain suddenly left my body, and everything seemed so peaceful and quiet.

Then, Fors noticed another presence above the gray-white mist.

(End of this chapter)