Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 74 074 It’s better to be crazy
"He certainly looked frightened."

Looking at the Abrahams lying on stretchers, being lifted up by the secret dolls and sent to the school infirmary, Tang patted Olson's back.

"Why, do you think I was too harsh?"

"That's not the case," Olson said helplessly. "Don, have you always thought of me as a saint?"

"It should be the Holy Father... Having principles is a good thing, but no one like that would be re-employed by you or me." Tang shrugged. "Send them away."

Without a definite way to block out the full moon's whispers, sending Abraham away would be tantamount to letting them return to the guillotine where the blade could fall at any time.

Olson only felt pity for their misfortune and anger at their lack of fighting spirit.

“Everyone else has settled down,” Olsson added, “but I’m not sure there will be anyone like Charlie among them.”

The entire Abraham family no longer exists. Ever since their elder disappeared from the Four Emperors' War and the Man Yue's whispers appeared, the Abraham family has also fallen apart.

There may be several such people, some of whom are hiding so deeply that they have not been noticed yet.

"My secret dolls are my eyes." Tang Ze smiled, "Besides, I never take them seriously."

Naturally, there is no question of trust, friendship, or anything like that.

What he wants is the support of the Abraham family itself. As for the internal division within Abraham, it has nothing to do with him.

If you think you can snatch the never-ending theater from him, then go ahead and give it a try.

"Compared to those... Without these Abrahams, the Master of Secret Potion's digestion progress will fall behind again."

Tang couldn't help sighing as he returned to his office.

Abraham, who is playing badly, is not a good player.

Tang now has a secret doll following his father. The daily spiritual feedback provided by the secret doll of the vengeful spirit is undoubtedly the most. However, because the secret doll of the vengeful spirit has stayed in the gold coin for a long time, it has not taken the initiative to participate in the drama performance. Even if the people chasing his father are all high-sequence extraordinary people, this kind of spiritual feedback cannot reach the level of feedback he would get if he personally participated in a drama.

The rest are bits and pieces, the secret doll family in the castle, and Abraham's side in the never-ending theater.

These are all acting in daily life. The three Abrahams who were just fooled can be regarded as the people who have received the most spiritual feedback from him through acting and participating in drama in recent times.

"Should we go to the outside world and capture a few Beyonders and lock them up at the Crimson Campus?"

Tang pondered this matter as he watched his potion digestion progress about to break through the fifty mark.

"However, there's still an old man in the territory... It's best not to have any contact with him until I reach Sequence Four."

Although he roughly knew from the original book that this angel had no ill intentions and might even be inclined towards kindness and justice, but that was thousands of years later. Stereotypes can kill people. Tang did not intend to cooperate with this thief angel when he had no confidence at all.

That way you will just be eaten up and might even lose your life.

And what if the other party intends to parasitize him?
For the parasite, the Beyonders of this path are the best, but the Fortuneteller path is also on his 'recipe'.

Are we going to watch the old man fight with the system then?
"It can kill viruses." The system began to assert its presence, showing how useful it was.

"Sequence 2 of the Thief's Path is called the Fate Trojan. As we all know, a Trojan is a type of computer virus..."

"This is old-fashioned knowledge," Tang complained. "How can it be known to everyone? Go ask the Emperor or Xiao Ke, maybe they know."

"Anyway, that's how it is. If a parasite dares to parasitize a host without knowing the consequences, hehehe—"

System: Smirking coldly.jpg.

"...React normally." This thing really looks like a villain when it laughs. Which novel did you read that made you laugh like this?
But then again, systems and old men, who knows if they're actually parasites or something like that. If that old man parasitized him, maybe the system could really disinfect this angel.

"Angel of the Thief's Path, can I steal you away?"

Tang asked. "Theoretically, no," the system said slowly.

Oh, that means it’s possible.

"What will happen if I steal it?"

"Change binding object. Found that the binding object is incorrect. Delete it and rebind it." The system's innocent electronic voice sounded.

Oh, that is to say, it is a personal exclusive system. Other bound objects will be destroyed by Tongdao.

Even if it cannot be destroyed, the system can probably shake the main system (Knowledge Wilderness) over and then smother the wrongly bound object with a face full of crazy knowledge.

However, the system is bound to his spirit, which can be seen from the fact that the other party possesses a suppressor.

The angels on the thief's path, people like the Angel King Amon must have a premonition beyond ordinary people. Will the other party steal the system?

Well, maybe I can set a trap here, for example, disguise the system as one of his supernatural powers or something, and wait for the other party to steal it.

Before confronting Amon head-on, Tang had to think of a solution.

"The worst-case scenario is actually a confrontation with Amon... I warned the future self in Euclid space."

Watch out, Amon.

He wasn't sure if he would actually face off against Amon, but he had to prepare for the worst possible outcome.

In addition...

"Sequence Four, once you reach the Demigod level, can you leverage the power of Euclidean space itself?"

Placing the 'Law' borrowed from the future on the table, Tang leaned back in the high-back chair, letting the mental fatigue wash over his body.

The potion takes time to digest.

Advancing to Sequence Four takes time.

Time, time, Amon came at a really bad time for the old man.

Two words: unlucky.

Two time bombs.

"Please, can you let me be a maggot?"

He just wanted to stay alive and thrive, and had no desire to fight these Angel Kings or Sequence Ones...

"It's better to be a marauder, be a marauder, and then beat Abraham for a few big fights."

Lying on the table and closing the door, Tang made sure that there was no one around except the secret doll. Then he started cursing and howling at the sun outside through the floor-to-ceiling window. Relying on the barrier formed by the various forces in the theater, he started to sing Amon's praises crazily with his mother as the center and his ancestors as the radius.

Then he took out a pillow from somewhere and buried his head in it. He stood up and walked around the room holding the pillow, shaking his head and roaring.

After venting his anger and cursing to his heart's content, Tang walked out of the office feeling refreshed and full of fighting spirit, without any trace of the twisted, screaming, and dark crawling look he had just shown.

Sure enough, if you swallow the dirty words, your heart will become dirty, so it’s better to curse them out loud.

The core of the theater who has always been there: Oh no, has this guy always been this crazy?

Is he okay? Is he really okay?
Is it really not necessary to send him to a psychoanalyst to analyze his mental state?
System: 'You'll get used to it. People are all crazy, so it's better to be a little crazy╮()╭'

(End of this chapter)