Mrs. Boyanka, out of curiosity, wandered around this place filled with students and a harmonious and peaceful atmosphere.
The afternoon sun was incredibly warm. Mrs. Boyanka occasionally chatted with students who passed by her.
The students were very talkative, and their occasional humorous remarks always made Mrs. Boyanka smile from the bottom of her heart.
Looking into the eyes of some innocent children and those filled with longing for the future, even the most hardened heart might reveal some tenderness under such gazes.
There were many people here. Life within the castle was peaceful, but life here was rather lively.
She didn't particularly like the hustle and bustle, but perhaps it wasn't bad here?
At this time, Tang was directing the Traveler marionette to move the packed belongings from the castle into the school.
Calligraphy, paintings, gold, jewelry, miscellaneous weapons, the flowers his father planted for his mother—Tang packed them one by one, having the Traveler marionette take them back to the Never-Ending Theater.
With Amon and an unknown parasite appearing in his territory, the real world was no longer safe.
That parasite might sneak up on him. If he wasn't careful and it parasitized someone important to him, it wouldn't be as simple as just trouble.
Therefore, Tang simply brought his mother into the theater.
It was impossible for a parasite to silently pass through the joint blockade of a Sequence Two Miracle Worker, the power of the Night, and the power of the System within the theater, right?
As for the nostalgic and commemorative items worth remembering in this castle, he would also replace them one by one and bring them all into the theater. Anyway, the theater came with superpowers, and building was a matter of minutes. Replicating a castle one-to-one there wasn't difficult.
He planned to use this place as a trap for the wrong choice.
He had the marionettes plant some 'good things' that could provide a one-stop ascension experience in this castle. Although he felt a bit sorry for this old home that had accompanied him since his birth in this world, the imminent danger still reminded him and his mother.
At this time, caution was paramount.
Afterward, Tang looked at 'Baron Ramd.'
The appearance of the Never-Ending Theater, this Sealed Artifact, was truly like a huge treasure.
Tang sighed silently, then threw out two more Faceless marionettes controlled by the theater core.
He then returned the 'Baron Ramd' marionette from the Sealed Artifact 'A Moment of Luck' to the theater core for operation (the Trick Sorcerer's spirit thread manipulation distance was limited). They played the role of a loving family, and Tang used the Proprietor's Ring to pray for miracles to interfere with the pointing of divination and prophecy before leaving the castle.
As for the servants and others, Tang also planned to gradually dismiss them and then have the marionettes come in to replace them all.
Marionettes were truly a good thing, he sighed silently.
Inside the Never-Ending Theater.
The entire school was divided into three parts, separated by countless folds and twists of curtains, barriers twisted by the Extraordinary power of the Miracle Worker, and could only be traversed through special methods.
Tang stood in the outermost layer, the surface campus. On the cyan-black gate, the word 'Miskatonic' was conspicuously written in ancient Hermes.
Magnificent and ancient buildings were neatly scattered across the vast campus. The students bustled about, not surprised to see Tang suddenly appear.
"Principal."
"Principal."
The students going in and out greeted Tang enthusiastically when they saw him.
Tang didn't respond, and the Proprietor's Ring on his little finger flickered slightly.
His figure disappeared at the gate of the surface campus, entering the deeper inner campus.
Same campus, same buildings, but these buildings had subtle changes that were almost imperceptible without careful observation.
There were also many people here, but the topic of their conversation had changed from 'What's for lunch today?' to 'Today's divination failed again.'
In Tang's plan, the surface campus was used to recruit normal students, and knowledge unrelated to mysticism, such as mathematics, linguistics, and history, would be taught here.
The inner campus was used to recruit Extraordinary individuals.
Alchemy, divination, stargazing, ancient languages like Giant language and Dragon language, acting methods, and explanations of various Extraordinary creatures, etc., all knowledge related to the supernatural realm would be gathered here.
And the students on the surface campus would naturally have the opportunity to come into contact with the mysterious and the supernatural, which was part of his plan.
After all, everyone here was ultimately a marionette. Even after enrollment, the vast majority of freshmen would stay on the surface campus for a long time.
As for what the situation would be then, it would have to wait until the new students were actually recruited before making adjustments.
The entire school was divided into three parts by him. The surface and inner campuses corresponded to ordinary people and Extraordinary individuals, and the last campus—
The last was the deepest and most dangerous place.
It was a pitch-black world.
The black sun rising from the south and the pure white moon, the huge campus built of cyan-black stone bricks seemed to have been corrupted for thousands of years. The stones cracked, and bouquets full of eyes grew inside. The ground was covered with gray-brown unknown vines. Slender ghost figures patrolled the teaching buildings. There were scattered footsteps in the dilapidated dormitories. A pair of blood-stained embroidered shoes moved forward by themselves, up and down, without anyone wearing them.
Paper figures held funerals for the dead. Drowned living corpses lay in pitch-black coffins, meeting brides who had died tragically on their wedding day.
In the distance, where dark clouds gathered, taller, telephone pole-like monsters emitted sizzling sounds from their trumpet-shaped heads. One strange twisted figure after another appeared in the desolate weeds. Further away, a huge pyramid mausoleum stood upside down...
This was the 'Lost Paradise' Tang had prepared for himself to digest the Trick Sorcerer's potion after advancing, formed by the spiritual pollution mixed with out-of-control monsters and various other things—the Crimson Campus.
Tear away the veil of peace and tranquility in front of ordinary people, and let the invaders and students with disguised identities and unclear motives directly face the deepest fear.
But it wasn't needed now. To entertain that parasite? It wasn't impossible, but he was afraid that the parasite wouldn't get the point of the embroidered shoes.
Hmm, speaking of which, the miracles accumulated by the theater were really not much anymore.
It should still be able to produce a few more buildings.
After all, it was a sponge, and there would always be a little bit if squeezed... but the project of mass-producing miracles had to go online soon. This required harvesting a wave of leeks.
"By the way, System, go and popularize the historical stories of the Red Wedding Dress and Slender Man to the theater core."
See if it could scare this Sealed Artifact to death. By then, his Trick Sorcerer potion would be fully digested, and he wouldn't need to act as Amon anymore, directly graduating at Sequence Four.
'Alright.'
The System's electronic voice became a bit more sinister. Telling ghost stories was really good.
Theater core: :)
Are you polite? I'm asking you, are you, polite?
(End of this chapter)