Mysteries: Arcana Wars

The mission can fail, but postmodernism must die!

Susie immediately recalled the detective's and magician's warnings, but with so many postmodernists around, and in public, Susie couldn't really kill all these annoying guys.

"Miss, you think so too, don't you!"

"Miss, you too are a person who has broken through the confusion and gained clarity!"

"Miss, join our great operation! Let's reclaim the lives that are rightfully ours!"

"Fate! Fate! We will never succumb to fate!"

The crowd roared, and several hands reached out, grabbing Audrey without a word, hoisting her onto the shoulder of a burly man, drawing slogans on her face, and stuffing flags into her hands.

In the crowd and chaos, Audrey lost her grip on Susie's leash and was helplessly swept away by the postmodernist march.

Everything happened so fast that Audrey hadn't even had time to react before the short Susie was pushed out of the line by the dense crowd.

That's how the postmodern school is: they are headstrong, they are fanatical and crazy, they never listen to others, and they never learn from their mistakes.

They may have all sorts of theories and opinions.

Some believe that the extraordinary power is a government lie or a church conspiracy; others believe that the extraordinary power is the ignorance of scholars and workers; still others believe that the extraordinary power is a rare collective illusion or a grand mirage.

However, a fundamental underlying logic connects them:

Extraordinary power does not exist!

In this unpredictable world, such views can not only lead to one's own death, but also bring utter destruction to those around them.

Compared to ordinary atheists, postmodernists are not content with ordinary human awareness; their goal is to spread their theories as widely as possible and rescue all of humanity from an extraordinary deception.

To prove their views, postmodernists have even resorted to various unorthodox mystical rituals in an attempt to disprove them to the public. But most of these efforts have ended in disaster.

Amid the throng, Audrey was pushed and pulled, forced to join the postmodernist march.

Because of her recent remarks, the protesters regarded Audrey as one of their own, each grabbing one of her arms and surrounding her as they shouted together.

"boom!"

A sudden gunshot rang out, and a postmodernist protester fell to the ground.

Susie didn't dare to act in public, but some well-meaning passersby clearly didn't like to follow social rules and directly strangled these dangerous protesters.

"Look, everyone! Someone's dead!"

The protesters showed no fear; instead, their eyes hardened and their expressions became even more frenzied.

"What does this mean? It means we were right!"

"We have exposed the most fundamental secret of this world, and now those despicable vested interests are trying to silence us!"

The protesters suddenly lost all reason, their formation collapsed, and they rushed forward recklessly.

They huddled together even closer, forming a chaotic human wall hand in hand. Facing the mysterious gunman in the shadows, they showed no fear, but rather a heroic spirit of sacrifice.

So they didn't notice that the poor victim, shortly after falling to the ground, turned into a pile of withered black rose petals, which were scattered among the footsteps of his colleagues.

Another shot rang out, another person fell to the ground, and the marchers' emotions grew even more agitated. They no longer cared about Audrey's life or death, dragged her off the man's shoulders, and forcibly demanded that she die heroically as a companion.

The mysterious gunman continued his executions calmly and steadily from the shadows. With each gunshot, more protesters fell to the ground, their bodies scattering into a carpet of black petals.

The gunfire stopped abruptly.

The leaders of the march fell to mysterious gunshots, and the gunman then ceased his unilateral executions.

The entire postmodernist group was suddenly leaderless and plunged into complete chaos. They pushed and shoved without restraint, surging towards the direction where the last gunshot had rang out, gradually leaving the wide main road.

That direction is... a small alley!

Oops!

The fewer cameras there are in an area, the more dangerous it is for Audrey!

Who exactly is that mysterious gunman?

Where is he?

Susie looked around anxiously, wanting to eliminate the dangerous gunman first, but she couldn't sense his location anywhere. Only the gunshots from earlier proved his presence.

No, that's not right!

Susie, what are you thinking?!

The most urgent task now is to rescue Audrey, who is trapped in the crowd!

Damn it! ! !

"Overthrow the deception of the gods! Your destiny belongs to you!"

Amidst the deafening slogans, Audrey's cries for help seemed so small and powerless; she could only move forward, swept along by the crowd.

Only Susie heard Audrey's cries for help. She used brute force to push through the crowd blocking her way, even breaking the legs of these bastards, until she reached Audrey's side.

"Wang! Wang!"

"Susie! Susie!"

Audrey, who was in the crowd, clung tightly to Susie's leash and squeezed her way over to meet Susie.

She stroked Susie's head vigorously, and her panicked emotions calmed down considerably.

"What do we do next?"

What to do? Well, of course I'll hypnotize you and lead you out!

Susie gritted her teeth as she thought.

Before Susie could even use her extraordinary powers, Audrey's eyes widened as she discovered something incredible on the ground.

"That's... Mr. Emlyn's little mouse!"

"Squeak!"

Upon seeing the little mouse carrying a bag on the ground, Audrey immediately recognized it as the obsidian mouse that Emlyn had released.

Upon seeing Audrey, the little mouse with the backpack turned and ran, nimbly dodging the marchers and disappearing in a certain direction.

According to magicians, obsidian represents miracles.

Now, miracles represent hope.

If we stay in the crowd any longer, a stampede is bound to happen!

No, I have to save myself!

Audrey gritted her teeth.

Fine, magician, I'll believe you this once!

She pulled Susie towards the direction of the rats.

"Susie, over here!"

Susie immediately realized what was happening and led Audrey to follow the mouse's trail.

With Susie's extraordinary abilities, the two of them, a person and a dog, struggled to move through the crowd.

Just as they were leaving the crowd, Audrey suddenly felt her clothes lighten and something fall out of her pocket.

"...Oh no! My obsidian lenses!"

She instinctively grabbed Susie's rope and turned to squat down to pick up the obsidian fragment.

Amidst the commotion of the crowd, several legs nudged Audrey's back, causing her to lose her balance and stumble to the ground.

Ding.

There was a crisp sound.

Obsidian was driven into her forehead.