'Task status updated.'
'Task: [The Roleplaying of the Marionette Master]'
'Having advanced to 'Marionette Master', you have summarized certain roleplaying rules. Please follow the roleplaying rules and gradually improve the content of your roleplaying, increasing the degree of potion digestion.'
'Task completion rate: 100%. Rewards have been issued, please check.'
'Ritual requirements for advancing to Sequence Four, Trickmaster: Relying on your own power and planning, direct a grand drama witnessed by many spectators, thereby assassinating a demigod or an equivalent transcendent being. Consume the potion at the end of the drama.'
With the end of this grand drama, the vessel of the Dark Side of the Universe, a Sequence Four demon, died within the Never-Ending Theater.
'Ritual requirements have been met.'
Tang released the cane. As the 'Moment of Luck' was thrown into the 'Artisan' module that the System had already preheated with knowledge fragments, the 'Trickmaster' and 'Winner' extraordinary characteristics were shattered. The spiritual imprint of the former Trickmaster hidden in the 'Trickmaster' extraordinary characteristic was erased, and then it rapidly separated and reorganized.
At the same time, the System manipulated the prepared auxiliary materials piled up in the warehouse, throwing them into the 'Artisan' module one after another.
The blood of the Trickery Evil Spirit and the dust of the Spirit World Marauder were both in the Never-Ending Theater's inventory. Tang didn't bother to collect them separately in the spirit world. The other auxiliary materials for the Trickmaster weren't difficult to obtain either. He had prepared them before coming to the Orkney Highlands.
Standing before the abyss fissure, Tang lowered his eyes, a delicate glass bottle appearing in his hand.
Inside the bottle, black light-emitting fine lines swayed, with hazy twisted patterns. Mysterious bubbles appeared from time to time, and it seemed to contain countless tiny, imperceptible worms, twisting and clustering, driving those who looked directly at it to madness.
Tang closed his eyes and drank the potion.
The potion slid down his throat, dry and cold, rushing straight to his soul.
The next moment, his spirit body seemed to suddenly rise up, and countless things within Euclid's space were completely presented before him.
This feeling was familiar. When in Euclid's space, most of the time it was in this ethereal, all-encompassing state.
The red moon in the sky was huge, serene and silent.
Countless spirit threads spread out from his body, seemingly extending to an extremely distant, invisible void, and complex emotions of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness constantly came from the ends of the spirit threads.
Before him, countless figures appeared again.
They were marionettes, the Never-Ending Theater returning to Tingen, the War Bishop, the Sun Scepter, the Traveler Angele, the vessel of the Dark Side of the Universe, and countless spirits flying towards here.
Like a cold observer, directing a silent yet grand puppet show, Tang quickly entered the state, detaching his emotions, allowing the power of the potion to rapidly settle.
And this wasn't the end.
The next moment, the potion seeped into his body.
Countless fine lines surged in with the power of the potion, cutting his spirit body.
The System's startled scream was isolated. Mad knowledge surged, temporarily剥离ing it from Tang's body.
Unspeakable pain came from the soul. Tang felt his spirit body being cut into countless fragments, his spirit body spasming, instinctively wanting to escape this painful and oppressive environment. Tang had experienced this feeling when advancing to Marionette Master and Faceless, but it was even more painful and crazy than those times.
He would die if this continued. His body would disintegrate. Each fragment had its own will, and they were all trying to fuse with a piece of flesh and leave alone.
Tang felt his fragmented thoughts begin to become uncontrollable, becoming chaotic. He saw himself, saw himself in his previous life, saw himself颓靡 in an empty room when he first came to this world, saw the various people he had played before, saw his painful self, saw himself with his family in this world, saw countless versions of himself.
Each of them was an indispensable part of his emotions, yet they were also falling apart.
Tang's body began to squirm. Transparent worms slid under his skin,钻出 from the flesh buds that had grown on his skin, rising and falling, terrifyingly mad.
He was about to lose control. As the power of the potion transformed his body and spirit body, he was about to disintegrate into countless transparent worms, turning into an indescribable monster.
But at this moment, Tang, without the support of divine power, was forcibly pulled out of Euclid's space by the rules set by mad knowledge. His figure quickly outlined itself beside the abyss, stepping on the muddy ground. Countless black fine lines appeared around Tang.
Scenes, a series of scenes, appeared before his eyes.
That was himself holding the parchment of the 'Trennsohst Brass Book'.
That was himself holding the Sun Scepter.
That was the scene of the War Bishop cutting off half of the demon's body.
That was the abyss's depths, casting an extremely mad gaze, as if looking at an enemy who had killed his father.
That was a gaze cast from a great distance, obscure and inconspicuous.
That was the gaze cast by the figure above the red moon.
That was the System, those were pieces of mad knowledge, that was a chaos, the gaze cast by the 'stars' that were like sources of pollution.
And, various versions of himself.
That was himself sleeping in the room, as if hidden in eternal silence, that was himself sitting in a strangely styled office, playing with miracles, that was himself telling something in a classroom, that was himself located in a place with steam trains and gas lamps, standing in a fortune-teller's club, that was himself stroking a piano, that was himself holding the Sun Scepter, constantly evoking the spirit threads of the huge Feathered Serpent.
That was himself, even more indescribable, as if cast by a world observer.
Those gazes pierced through Euclid's space, looking at himself whose body was constantly squirming with spirit worms.
He was his past self, and he was also his future self.
Spiritual imprints formed anchors one by one, gazes like substance, black fine lines became the connections of every piece of flesh and every fragment of the spirit body, the power that reassembled the body that had turned into spirit worms!
I am Tang Eggers, a transmigrator, the child of a descendant of Death, the holder of the System, and also an ordinary person who most hopes to live a peaceful life. I am me!
His twisted and deformed body was reassembling. Something was rapidly蜕变ing. That was his cold, calm, observing, overlooking self, that was his divinity!
Countless mystical knowledge surged from the depths of his spirit body. Tang's high Sequence played a powerful role, allowing him to absorb this part of the knowledge quite easily. He successfully turned back into himself, allowing the spirit worms and the flesh buds protruding from his body to return to their original state.
The advancement was complete. The System squeezed away the mad knowledge that had emerged from its main unit and剥离ed it, sticking back to its host.
'Main Mission One: Advance to Sequence Four, Trickmaster.'
'Mission Progress: Completed.'
'Rewards have been issued, please check.'
Tang stood beside the abyss that was still gurgling out black water, calming his fluctuating spirituality.
"System, retrieve the Sun Scepter."
'Okay.'
The sun's ascent had ended. The door to the abyss had suffered such a blow, and pollution had brazenly entered its doorstep. This abyss fissure was now considered useless.
The tremor of the earth hadn't stopped. The pollution of the abyss and the pollution of the Chaos Sea were still constantly tugging at each other, but the sun's ascent had ended, and what happened next was no longer his concern.
Next, it was up to the Dark Side of the Universe and the Desire Yam to worry about whether the abyss would become a branch sea of the Chaos Sea or become a branch sea of the Chaos Sea.
Hmm, a good question. I believe the Dark Side of the Universe would be happy to worry about it.
The abyss's fissure gurgled again. Tang pretended to be calm. A dark golden long staff flew out of the abyss, rushing straight towards Tang, but it was stuffed back into the System's warehouse halfway.
The next moment, the deliberately acted calmness on Tang's face suddenly shattered. Without even hesitating or even informing the System, he directly entered Euclid's space,遁ing far away, not even wanting the extraordinary characteristics析出ed by the unlucky demigod of the Gardener pathway not far away.
'??'
The System was dumbfounded, 'Host?'
"Idiot, where did such a big moon come from overhead!"
Tang's voice became ethereal. Within Euclid's space, the surrounding scenes flashed frantically. Having advanced to demigod, Tang could already rapidly expand the visible range of Euclid's space through the spirit threads of his marionettes, thereby achieving an ability similar to traveling.
Taking a moment, Tang glanced back, and this glance scared him into running away faster.
With the birth of divinity, his own essence had changed. Compared to the previous false demigod, Tang could observe more and see more things that had been ignored.
Just like in the previous battle, he observed his surroundings multiple times and didn't notice any hidden presence at all.
A figure had appeared above the red moon at some unknown time. It was a figure wearing a hood and a dark robe, with a dull gaze, a beautiful face, and a feminine softness.
She didn't know how long she had stayed in the sky under the red moon, or how much she had seen.
Tang gritted his teeth, his heart pounding.
He just knew there was something wrong with the advancement ritual just now. Something had climbed onto his head at some unknown time and was watching him!
Otherwise, where would the red moon in his advancement ritual components come from! It couldn't possibly be the Depraved Mother secretly watching him!
And that gaze from afar, Tang subconsciously felt it wasn't important before, but now thinking about it, this gaze seemed to have existed since the battle began, after he appeared in front of the vessel of the Dark Side of the Universe.
Also able to resist the observation of Euclid's space, also hidden and coincidental, watching the trend of the times, well, a high-Sequence audience, probably that old fogey Adam!
Laughing to death, these two, a true god and a king of angels, were just watching him fight there?
Behind him, the abyss, the countless oil, and the fissure connecting to the abyss were rapidly fading, erased like with a rubber.
The figure in the robe was also gradually disappearing, not looking back at Tang's fleeing figure.
And even Euclid's space, which could observe the Sequence One Worm of Time without being noticed, made it difficult to see the meteorite crater hidden behind the concealment without careful observation.
That was the Mother of Concealment, that was the Night Goddess! Sequence Zero, the true god at the top of the Sequence!
Even if he could try to stay and observe, relying on the special nature of Euclid's space, who knew if the goddess who held the authority of concealment could notice his gaze along the clues and learn more of his secrets? Even if she couldn't affect himself within Euclid's space, he couldn't stay here forever, could he?
Moreover, as long as she could break through the defenses of Euclid's space, wiping him out along the way probably wouldn't be difficult.
This might not be impossible for the Night Goddess.
Never underestimate the power of a god. This was a common understanding among Beyonders who grew up in the extraordinary world and knew some secrets.
"0-17, Angel of Concealment, the Mother of the Sky who can serve as the Night Goddess's descent vessel, Antigonus's sister, the Sequence Two Servant of Concealment."
Tang was glad he ran fast, or perhaps the goddess let him go, wanting to see what his background was. In short, she didn't wipe him out immediately, otherwise Tang would be neighbors with the fish on the chopping board now.
He didn't want to chat about life with the goddess right now!
Tang knew his limits. He wasn't some popular person with endless gold pounds. Moreover, his family composition was too special. Death was not yet completely dead. Who knew what attitude these inhuman gods had towards their descendants of Death?
Take a gamble that he did something beneficial to society, stay there and wait for the goddess's judgment, either be wiped out, or let go, or make him join the Night Church as the archbishop?
Don't joke with me, okay? There's another saying in the mystical world, 'Believe in the power of the gods, but don't believe in their mercy.'
The goddess's attitude was unclear, and he had no reason to have to join the Night Church. Was he so stupid as to go over and wait for the goddess to have a heart-to-heart with him, and then become a knife for the Night Church to backstab his own father?
Descendant of Death, Seer pathway, either one was dancing on the Night Church's minefield.
There was also that old fogey of a god. He didn't know if the vessel of the Dark Side of the Universe trying to open the door to the abyss was the trend of the times预设 by this King of Angels.
If so, then he who destroyed this trend was probably also being targeted.
Tang was glad that he had many things that countered divination and prediction here: the System, Euclid's space, and the pollution that erupted from the abyss and the Chaos Sea. These could greatly affect Adam's gaze. Furthermore, he didn't appear in his true form. Perhaps the goddess also附带ed the power of concealment, so that he wouldn't be completely exposed to Adam.
Even if exposed, perhaps he could manipulate it a bit, using the goddess as a shield, letting Adam regard him as a Trickmaster of the Night Church... Why did this routine feel so familiar?
Otherwise, one day Tingen would not only have Amon, but Adam would also come to sit with him from time to time.
Running far away, Tang even saw two demigods rushing towards the meteorite crater.
They should be high-level members of the righteous god churches.
(End of this chapter)