Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 25 Crazy Knowledge
The first ones to fall into a stalemate were the Weird Mage and Tang.

The theater core intends to forcibly control them and turn them into secret puppets at the cost of giving up some of the secret puppets.

"The Beyonder characteristics converge. This thing will first target the Beyonders of the Diviner Path."

The strange wizard was still struggling, and his struggle was much stronger than Tang's. Most of those twisted and spreading spiritual lines were aimed at him.

The only ones left to deal with are the Sequence 5 Puppet Master and the Sequence 5 Traveler.

One is an extraordinary person from this path, and the other is an extraordinary person from the adjacent path.

On the contrary, Owen, Sequence Six of the Path of Death, who also carried a demigod-level extraordinary item, was ranked last by the core of the theater.

But this does not mean that the pressure they face is less than that of the evil wizard.

Still, it has come to this.

"Sequence Two, Miracle Master." Tang thought, "As expected of an angel-level seal that can easily destroy a city."

It looked like they were all screwed.

Even the evil wizard who almost succeeded was the same.

He had obviously known about the 'Never-Ending Theatre' beforehand, and might even have come here specifically for it, but he still fell into this big pit and couldn't get up.

The Trickster has no chance of winning against the Miracle Master, even if the opponent is a 'living' sealed object that still operates according to certain rules.

His thinking had become stagnant. Although the Death Decree was still continuing, the demigod-level bonus of the Golden Hammer had disappeared. Only the Death Decree of medium sequence strength could no longer influence the theater core's control over the spirit line.

"No, it shouldn't be like this, no..."

The Trickster struggled mightily, and Tang could see the spirit worms within him constantly trying to destroy the countless threads that held his spirit body in place. As he struggled, he revealed the form of a mythical creature: a series of transparent worms, their bodies aglow with three-dimensional mysterious symbols. The worms twisted frantically, but were unable to shake the source.

But this violent struggle caused the core of the theater to target him even more strongly.

Don looked at Olsson and Owen.

Owen's condition was even better. The demigod-level extraordinary items on his body enhanced the strength of his spiritual body. Otherwise, Owen, who was only a sequence six, might become the first one among them to become a secret doll.

Olson had obviously been initially controlled. The struggle on his face was gradually disappearing, and he began to transform into a puppet that kept chanting "miracle".

They were frozen in mid-air, and after turning into secret puppets, they might have to stay under the dome for a while. Oh no, they would be hung like bacon to dry for a while.

"system."

'Host, I am here.'

Although Tang's thinking was rigid, after calling out the system, the rigidity of his thinking immediately disappeared.

The miracle worker's control over the spirit thread is much stronger than that of the trickster. Tang did not dare to underestimate the enemy and used the high status of the system to influence the control of the spirit thread over him.

This made Tang feel much better.

"Let's get started, just like we planned when we came in."

‘Okay, host. ’

After the system said this, its voice seemed to become very distant, as if it was making some preparations.

"Don."

Owen's voice made Tang turn sideways with some difficulty.

Olson, who had just begun to mutter about "miracles" and "creations," was still holding the illusory book in his hand, with the book open to one of its pages.

There are records of the travels of mystics from the demigod level.

The paper with the shining spots of light seemed a little dim, and Olsson was afraid that he could no longer maintain his will.

"You should be able to leave...if you can get rid of it...complete...the requirements first."

Owen's voice was intermittent, "Take...the...things...away..."

He was referring to the armor he was wearing.

In this case, we can only save as many as possible.

Tang was silent.

"So, what are you doing here..."

'Host.'

Tang sighed silently, then held out his hand. 'Initialization complete.'

'Five thousand knowledge fragments have been consumed. In the next thirty seconds, all your memories will be unlocked!'

'At the same time, you will gain a unique extraordinary ability!'

'The system is stabilizing for you, you have obtained-'

Don's hand touched Owen's armor and Olson's imaginary book.

"Upgrade!"

At this moment, it seemed as if some shackles in his mind were being lifted.

His forgotten memories and his own uniqueness were awakening, and his status began to rise rapidly, surpassing the status brought by the Puppet Master's potion.

'Knowledge, by person.'

The sound of the system gradually faded away.

For a moment, Tang felt himself being dragged by something.

He closed his eyes.

That is my own memory.

Memories of him reading in his room.

Desk lamps, mobile phones, air conditioners, and snacks are memories from long ago.

Countless images flashed wildly before my eyes, combining with the text on the phone.

He saw——

I saw the spiritual world where only countless symbols remained, and I saw the seven lights held high above my head.

I saw the hazy gray-white mist above the seven lights, vaguely saw countless cocoons, and saw a light door.

He saw——

I saw the darkness that light could not illuminate, and the fear hidden deep underground.

He saw——

I saw the gray-white illusory tide, the straight, wide, illusory, colorless dark river, the figures wandering on both sides of the river, and the huge figure in the river.

He saw——

I saw the starry sky, saw countless stars, and saw the moon, the pure white moon.

He saw a great being entrenched among countless stars and a holy land that looked like the kingdom of God.

I saw the strong wind blowing among the stars, the waves, the pure white sun, and countless pictures.

The picture kept zooming in and out, sometimes rising and sometimes falling, showing a corner of the planet, the Honachis Mountains, and countless secret dolls.

I saw a figure in a simple white robe, a being wearing a monocle.

I saw evil spirits underground and cultists. They seemed to be trying to summon something and pray to something.

Like a bystander, like a reader watching a film or television work.

Finally, the picture fell into darkness.

Tang saw the last scene.

I saw an unknown land, a land full of uncleanness and filth, and something was looking at me.

Countless mystical symbols were dazzling, suddenly pulling him away from here, taking him away before that gaze was about to see him and before that gaze was about to lock onto him.

The next moment, Tang opened his eyes.

"Don't listen, don't think, don't look." In this state, his voice was distorted into indescribable mumbling.

The crazy knowledge attached itself to the surface of Tang's clothes in an incomprehensible way, weaving it into a loose pure white coat for him.

"Next, I should let this thing learn a lesson."

"A brain that cannot learn knowledge may as well be blown up."

(End of this chapter)