Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 383 382 The Inevitable Fate

After the two puppets had gone far away, Tang slowly turned his eyes to look at the shadow behind him.

"Have you seen enough?" he said calmly.

Something was wriggling in the shadows of the corner.

Something seemed to be lurking in the shadows, and now that thing had noticed the object of her observation and discovered her.

In the blink of an eye, something in the shadows flew away from Tang and fled into the distance.

Tang stood still, and the rapidly receding shadow seemed to have encountered an insurmountable loop, connecting the starting point and the ending point, and once again rushed towards Tang from afar.

One after another, ethereal, transparent black lines flew out from the shadows, involuntarily rushing towards Tang with unstoppable force, as if they had encountered a black hole that could absorb everything in the world.

Things in the shadows are now undergoing rapid pseudomorphism far exceeding the Sequence 5 level!

Triss Chick was horrified. Her body rapidly turned into fragments of mirror, quickly disappearing into nearby mirrors. However, the illusory, transparent black threads on her body directly traversed the space-time between the inside and outside of the mirrors, flying towards Tang.

The mirror world could not stop the rapid process of puppetization; the spiritual threads traversed the dimensions of time and space, continuing to drift toward the puppet master who manipulated it.

At this point, deep red rust appeared.

The spiritual threads stiffened, and Tang's gaze shifted slightly as he turned his head to look in one direction.

There, bullets, reeking of rust, hurtled directly toward Tang's head.

"Harvest—!"

It's that same old, tired trick again.

Tang watched with extreme boredom as the bullet disappeared rapidly as it approached him, being transferred to another time and space.

How many more times do we have to play this old trick? Can't we come up with something new? Sigh, he's even thinking of becoming a hunter and killing himself for fun.

A bullet that misses is meaningless; the person firing the shot understands who the enemy is.

"Get out of here, or we're all doomed." A voice rang in Sirius's ear.

The voice conveyed a deep sense of apprehension.

That was an emotion he had never experienced with this evil spirit before.

I have never experienced such intense, unstoppable, and undisguised emotional fluctuations.

“Reason.” Hillis fired a few more shots in Tang’s direction, then quickly retreated.

"You want to die, but I don't."

Medici clicked his tongue. "Hurry up and leave. If we're any later, we'll all die here. The best outcome would be becoming puppets, controlled by others."

"That thing can no longer be considered human."

"How rude."

A voice suddenly appeared behind the retreating Sirius.

"Why do you all like to snipe at someone as pitiful, weak, and helpless as Sequence 5?"

"Are you here to bully me because you see I didn't bring my secret puppet and I'm all alone?"

Do you think I'm Rosago? Or do you think magicians enjoy performing unprepared acts?

A deep sense of malice came from behind him. Sirius swiftly twisted his waist and turned around, firing a shot in the direction the sound came from.

The bullet hurtled toward Tang, who had appeared behind him at some unknown time, only to vanish just as suddenly as before.

Hillist suddenly felt a slight itch in his shoulder.

Something pushed open his combat suit, and two pale arms shot out from his shoulders.

A person sprouted from his shoulder. "This is troublesome," the Red Angel demon said quickly. "Have Triss come to get you, hurry!"

"For the observer, the marionized matter does not need to be a whole. Every cell, every organ, bone, flesh, and even a small part of your spirit can become a marionette, become like me."

By bestowing a spirit insect upon a puppet, granting it its own spirituality and intelligence, one can help the puppet leave its original body and attain immortality.

Every cell clamors for immortality, and every cell has the potential to rebel against itself.

Look, Tang only slightly manipulated the cellular-level puppet, stuffing in a few spirit worms containing historical pore images, and it caused such an effect.

This is beyond the level that a mesmerizing servant can reach.

The red angel spirit suddenly took control of Sirius's hand, grabbing and tearing at the thing growing from her shoulder, an ominous crimson filling the surrounding air.

The spirit insects were conquered, destroyed, and disappeared. The rusty, bloody smell assaulted Tang's senses. Tang narrowed his eyes, feeling his manipulation of the spirit threads being hindered.

"To conquer oneself, to take control of one's own being, and this includes the spiritual threads?"

In the shadows, the semi-mystic Triss Chick awkwardly grabbed Sirius, pulled him into the mirror world, and then immediately teleported away.

They had absolutely no chance of winning. This person was far more dangerous than the one they had encountered before; it was beyond their imagination!
escape! Must escape!
After snapping his fingers and moving all the rusty-looking things away, Tang looked at the empty alleyway and had no intention of chasing after them.

'Host, aren't you going to pursue them?'

Why chase after them?

At this level, you could really kill someone with a single slap.

He was just afraid of accidentally killing the person, so he was holding back his strength.

"Keep it; after all, it's part of the ring."

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After navigating a maze of mirror tunnels, Triss finally emerged disheveled from one of the mirrors she had marked beforehand.

"Phew, looks like they haven't caught up."

Panting, Triss felt the stiffness in her body gradually subside. Concealing her apprehension and fear, she looked at Sirius.

No, to be precise, it was the red angelic evil spirit on Sirius.

"Who is that? He shouldn't be a simple Sequence 5."

It's normal for a Sequence 6 demon to be mythologized, but the woman who was disemboweled was clearly not an ordinary human in a normal state.

But last time, when several of them attacked this Sequence 5, he didn't show any abnormalities.

No, actually, it did show a little bit of...

"A kind of reality that does not exist in this world, but only in history."

Sirius, or rather, the Red Angel evil spirit speaking through the hunter it possessed, was speaking.

"Doesn't exist in this world? Why didn't you say so last time?"

"What's the point of saying it?"

Medici scoffed, "That thing could kill you like it's nothing. You think you're so powerful? Wrong, terribly wrong."

"In the face of such bizarre things, neither witches nor hunters are immune."

"Everyone has to die."

"After all, this is the destiny that everyone will inevitably face."

(End of this chapter)