Mysteries: Arcana Wars

The doll was dressed exquisitely in a colorful dress, with a fancy hair accessory and long straight black hair that fell to her feet, looking like a walking Christmas tree.

Especially the overly lush hair, which fluttered in the air, fell on the table, and entangled with Klein's body, giving him a creepy touch.

It is as soft as the thread spun by plants, as thin as the silk secreted by insects, as dense as the hair grown by animals, and its texture that can be rubbed on the skin is like a hazy and light cloud.

Klein's vision was blurred by the blood, and everything in front of him was turbid. He could only see the swaying and changing black. His eardrum also ruptured in the violent impact, and the broken bone fragments blocked his nasal cavity.

Bleeding from all seven orifices, his five senses destroyed, only intense pain spread endlessly on his face, severely stimulating Klein's broken brain.

The more chaotic the world became, the clearer Klein's will became. The pain was like a world-destroying fire, igniting his brain and blood, sacrificing all the fragments of his thoughts to a certain nihilistic concept.

[Cognitive boundary nail]!

Melissa Moretti does not exist!!

He roared loudly in his heart, letting these words become the only bright beacon in his chaotic spirit.

Then the light of reason burst out from the last standing lighthouse, tearing through the darkness and chaos, and illuminating a narrow path for Klein in the madness. Klein held on to the rope tightly and pulled himself out of the quagmire.

"...I want you to live like me in this damn world, unable to live and unable to die!

"I want you to suffer! I want you to be like me! To be ruthlessly trampled by an irresistible fate and never be able to be reborn!!"

The puppet screamed with a hoarse voice like an adult man, and the frantic curses ignored the sense of destruction and exploded directly in Klein's mind.

"Sly, I want you to come with me—

“Go to hell!!!”

As the puppet spoke, it lifted up Klein’s head and slapped him hard, sending Klein and the chair flying.

Klein immediately got up from the ground, endured the pain and ran in the direction he came from, and finally rushed out the door.

boom! !

Klein leaned against the tightly closed door and gasped for air, but found that his throat was suddenly blocked and he couldn't breathe.

He looked down and saw that he was back in his original adventurer's outfit. The severe pain on his face disappeared, and as his sanity began to recover, memories came flooding back.

Now Klein is an angel again.

His thinking logic was still chaotic, but at least it had returned to the level when he first entered the illusion. It was not suitable to stay here for long, so Klein immediately gave up guarding the door and strode towards the corridor.

That was really, too dangerous!

I almost fell into that trap and could never get out of this illusion.

No, I can't stop here, I want to get out, I want to get out!!

Klein ran wildly in the retro corridor, but the corridor in front of him spread infinitely in Klein's thoughts, constantly branching out. The candles on the wall suddenly lit up with Klein's arrival, and quietly extinguished with Klein's departure.

I don’t know who created this illusion to trap me here, but He will never give up and will definitely catch up with me.

That existence will definitely find ways to prevent me from leaving and use all its tricks to hunt me down. I must run away now.

Just as he finished his thoughts, a loud rumbling sound came from behind Klein. The corridor in the distance began to twist and collapse, spinning and twisting like a wrung-out towel, and finally collapsed and squeezed together, becoming a terrifying house monster that chased after Klein.

The sharp and slender wooden spikes and powerful shock waves were faster than the monsters. They rushed rapidly in all directions of the corridor, trying to strangle the escaping prey.

Concentrate your thoughts, Klein, concentrate your thoughts!

The limited brain power struggles to process the intricate clues slowly.

Klein always felt that he had seen that hideous puppet somewhere before. Was it in a divination or in some illusion?

Some of them he couldn't remember, and he could only salvage a few incomplete memory fragments in his chaotic mind.

This tone... this name... sounds so familiar...

That doll... could it be... the [Alice] in the family tree?

The god who controls [nothingness] and [existence], [Alice] sealed in her name? ?

This discovery was a bit too shocking, but it was obviously not the primary issue at the moment. Klein shook his head and tried to focus his few remaining thoughts.

The puppet seemed to have deep resentment and hatred towards himself, but objectively speaking, his purpose just now was to wake me up from the illusion, and he should not be the mastermind behind trapping me here.

Who else could it be? Who else could it be?

Who wants me to fall? Who wants me to fall asleep? Who wants me to disappear completely?

Except for the sealed mad god...

That can only be...

May you be blessed with the Heavenly Master Xuanhuang!

This guess startled Klein. Looking back, he saw that the wooden thorn and shockwave were already behind him. The twisted monster roared, turned the corner, and rushed into his sight.

The monster opened its sharp teeth made of wood and bricks and screamed, sending out powerful shock waves that not only shook the entire maze corridor violently, but also hit Klein's spirit directly, shaking his heart.

As the monster opened its mouth and roared, wisps of black smoke came out of the black hole in the monster's mouth, circled in the air several times, and finally condensed into a human figure above the monster's head.

He sat casually on the monster's head, wearing a large velvety black hooded cloak that wrapped his whole body tightly. Something seemed to be moving under the black robe. The pure white mask replaced his flesh and blood features, outlining an eternally happy smile. The smooth and strange material and the rigid and stereotyped expression made people shudder. A pair of hands covered with black gloves stretched out of the black robe, frivolously holding a long pipe in the style of the Western Continent, which was shaking regularly with the monster's movements.

This strange figure made Klein's heart sink into an icy cave. He had seen this terrifying black-robed man more than once. In Melissa's memories, in his own fantasy, and even in the vortex when he traced back to the fog of history, this black-robed man was like a ghost that lingered.

His figure was so similar to Klein's, but his personality was very different from Klein's.

Indeed, He is not me, He is not me!

It was Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun who created this illusion of strangulation!

But memories of the past came flooding back, stories of illusions came one after another, and the changes in the mist of history gushed out.

Countless contradictions intertwined and collided in Klein's broken mind, trampling on Klein's few remaining rationalities.

She remembered Melissa's crying words on the first day.

"I am the real Melissa. I am the real Melissa, the illusion you can always trust, the nothingness you can never get rid of."

The fragile [cognitive boundary nail] was shaken again.

…I was then…

...Did he really defeat Tianzun...?