If this Witch was not controlled and guided, she would not be far from losing control and going mad.
Long-term mental oppression, a strong negative attitude towards herself, coupled with the residual potion effects from before advancing to Sequence Seven that hadn't been fully digested, and the various extraordinary powers, mental shocks, and abnormal self-perception carried by the Sequence Seven potion itself;
Wild Extraordinary individuals who didn't know the acting method and didn't understand how to act correctly, in this state, would find it very difficult to advance further. It was only a matter of time before they lost control and turned into monsters.
Tang looked at Liliana, who was still talking to herself, and ultimately didn't continue questioning her through the Sun Scepter.
He ended the hypnotic state, allowing everything to return to calm, and also hinted to Liliana that she would forget everything that had just happened.
He had already understood what he needed to understand, and he knew the clues to investigate further. Next, he needed to deal with that scumbag, dig out his secrets, and then hang him up as a marionette.
Putting away the Sun Scepter, Tang retreated a step without stopping. The scene presented in Euclid's space began to change, completely different from the dark and cold underground room before.
This space had properties similar to the spirit world. Distance had no meaning, only moving, presenting, and magnifying different scenes according to the observer's will.
Here, in front of him, no matter how deeply Whistlek Bernstein hid, as long as he was within Fort Saga and within his observable range, he would be found.
Feeling his spirituality about to run out, Tang frowned, but still suppressed the idea of using the Yesterday Once More charm to borrow spirituality from the future and then using the Sun Scepter to beat that scum to death. He returned to the real world to recover his spirituality first.
Back in the small inn, Tang communicated with the System.
"From the information I obtained from browsing, this Witch is not an Extraordinary of the Witch Sect. Whistlek Bernstein provided her with the potion alone."
Colonel Bernstein was a military man. Where did he get the Witch pathway potion formula?
Was this situation allowed by the military, or was the military unaware? Was it Whistlek Bernstein's own unauthorized action?
'There are many possibilities. Currently, the information you have is not enough to judge.'
The System's big data calculations could naturally list all possibilities, but there were too few preconditions. Like divination, there was no way to accurately determine which possibility it was.
'However, if she's not a nail planted in the Loen military by the Witch Sect, nor a spy cultivated by the Loen military, the most likely possibility is that that scumbag saw the power of the Witch pathway itself, Host.'
This guess aligned with Tang's thoughts.
All three possibilities existed, but Tang leaned more towards the idea that the scumbag had secretly cultivated Liliana Bernstein, hiding it from everyone. After all, Sequence Nine of the Witch pathway was called Assassin, and Sequence Eight was Instigator.
Co-opting those he valued, assassinating and instigating against his enemies, paving the way for himself.
Extraordinary individuals of the Calamity pathways, tsk.
While waiting for his spirituality to recover, Tang used the Traveler marionette placed beside Owen to tell him the general situation.
Hearing this, Owen's teeth also ground together.
"I didn't see it at all. Colonel Bernstein is actually such a thing!"
He gritted his teeth a bit, "He could do such a thing to a child."
Anyone with normal values would feel chills upon hearing this, followed by discomfort, anger, and a desire to grind that seemingly respectable Loen military colonel to ashes.
But the underlying values of this world were frighteningly distorted, with numbness dominating. This couldn't be blamed on them. Unable to get enough to eat or wear, the lower classes struggled bitterly, while the upper classes schemed against each other. Whether it was Loen, Intis, or Fesac, Baylon, it was all the same.
Humans, in this world, were anchors of the gods, important yet cheap.
Tang was already very satisfied with Owen's reaction.
At least it proved that their family's values were still upright and hadn't been corrupted.
Smooth long hair fell casually over her shoulders. The marionette lady, dressed in a black robe, looking somewhat mysterious, said lazily, "It was the same in our era."
She came from the Tudor Empire and naturally knew this aspect very well.
"Without corresponding power, humans are nothing more than sacrifices and cannon fodder in the hands of the gods."
"And Extraordinary individuals, pfft, are just more powerful cannon fodder. Those who haven't entered Sequence Four, haven't touched the realm of demigods, want to break the shackles of class and live like a human being. That's quite difficult."
The Traveler marionette, Angele, lightly tapped the void in front of her, and a phantom book appeared in her hand.
"I came, I saw, I recorded."
As the phantom pages turned, stopping on one page, Angele's figure slowly disappeared from where she stood, as if entering someone's blind spot, no longer visible to others.
"Don't worry, he will handle these problems well."
"And I, in the next period, will also assist you in making some achievements here, little boy."
Leaving behind a meaningful sentence, she completely disappeared, entering a state of psychological invisibility.
Owen: ...
If he hadn't known this was Tang's marionette, he would have thought he had really encountered a Sequence Five Traveler from the Tudor Empire.
Coming over here, silently adding the 'Bionic Puppet' module to his Traveler marionette after seeing Owen's dumbfounded look, and maxing out its intelligence attribute, Tang smiled.
A smile was the best explanation.
Putting aside other things, smiling more was always good.
Releasing the spirit threads controlling the other marionette, Tang threw himself onto the soft bed he had moved from the theater. After wriggling like a maggot a few times, he sat up from the 'sunshine-scented' bed.
"This time the goal is very clear. First, wait for the Dark Side of the Universe to appear."
"Second, seek opportunities for advancement."
'Task status updated.'
'Task: [Acting of Master of Marionettes]'
'Having advanced to 'Master of Marionettes', you have summarized certain acting principles. Please follow the acting principles and gradually improve the content of the acting method to increase the degree of potion digestion.'
'Task completion: 53%.'
With more than half of the potion digested, if it was a regular, single active acting, it might not be enough.
Then, it would be good to raise the level of the audience during the acting.
"The Dark Side of the Universe, an existence at the level of the gods."
If he assassinated a Sequence Four vessel of divine descent with the status of a god, his potion digestion should also take off.
It was just that it was quite dangerous.
Speaking from the heart, he didn't want to participate in a battle of this level at all. Using the special nature of Euclid's space to notify the Church of Storms, the Church of Steam and Machinery, and the Church of Evernight without triggering the demon's dangerous intuition was already the most he could do.
(End of this chapter)