"Looks like they were really frightened."
Watching the several Abrahams lying on stretchers, carried by marionettes towards the school infirmary, Tang patted Olson's back beside him.
"What, do you think I was too harsh?"
"Not at all." Olson said helplessly, "Tang, have you always thought of me as some kind of saint?"
"It should be a holy father... having principles is a good thing, but neither you nor I could ever reuse these kinds of people." Tang shrugged, "Send them away."
Without a definite prerequisite to shield against the full moon's whispers, sending the Abrahams away was no different from letting them step back onto a guillotine that could fall at any time.
Olson only felt pity for their misfortune and anger at their lack of ambition.
"The others have already settled down," Olson added, "but I'm not sure if there will still be people like Charlie among them."
The entire Abraham family no longer appeared as it once did. Ever since their elder disappeared in the Fourth Epoch War and the full moon's whispers appeared, the Abraham family had also disintegrated internally.
There might be several such people, some hidden so deeply that they hadn't been noticed yet.
"Marionettes are my eyes." Tang smiled, "Besides, I've never taken them to heart."
Naturally, there was even less talk of trust or friendship.
What he wanted was the support of the Abraham family itself. As for the internal divisions within the Abrahams, it had nothing to do with him.
If they thought they could snatch the Never-Ending Theater from his hands, they were welcome to try.
"Compared to those... without these Abrahams, the digestion progress of the Master of Marionettes potion will fall behind again."
Returning to his office, Tang couldn't help but sigh.
Those Abrahams who gave up were not good laborers.
Currently, one marionette followed his father, and the daily spiritual feedback from that wraith marionette was undoubtedly the most, but because the wraith marionette stayed within the gold coin for a long time and didn't actively participate in theatrical performances, even if those chasing his father were high-sequence Extraordinary individuals, this spiritual feedback couldn't reach the level of feedback he would get from personally participating in a play.
The rest were scattered bits and pieces: the marionette family in the castle, and the Abrahams in the Never-Ending Theater.
These were all acting in daily life. The three Abrahams who had just been driven mad could be considered the people who had provided him with the most spiritual feedback through acting and participating in plays in recent times.
"Should I capture some Extraordinary individuals from the outside world and lock them in the Crimson Campus?"
Looking at his potion digestion progress about to break through the fifty percent mark, Tang pondered this matter.
"However, there's still an old grandfather in the territory... it's better not to contact this old grandfather before I advance to Sequence Four."
Although he roughly knew from the original work that this angel didn't have any malice, and might even lean towards the good and righteous side, that was all a thousand years later. Stereotypes could kill, and Tang didn't plan to cooperate with this Thief pathway angel when he had no confidence at all.
Doing so would only lead to him being completely exploited and possibly losing his life.
Moreover, what if the other party planned to parasitize him?
For parasites, Extraordinary individuals of the same pathway were the best, but the Seer pathway was also on his 'menu'.
Would he watch the old grandfather fight the System then?
'I can kill viruses, you know.' The System began to assert its presence, indicating that it was very useful.
'The Sequence Two of the Thief pathway is called Fate Stealer. As everyone knows, a stealer is a type of computer virus...'
"That's old-era knowledge." Tang retorted, "What do you mean 'as everyone knows'? You go ask the Emperor or Little Klein, maybe they know."
'Anyway, that's how it is. If any parasite dares to parasitize the host, hehehe—'
System: Cold laughter jpg.
"...Can you react more normally?" This thing's laughter really sounded like a villain. Which novel did you read too much of to make you laugh like that?
But it was true, the System, the old grandfather, and the like, who knew if their true forms were parasites or something. If that old grandfather parasitized him, maybe the System could really give this angel a good disinfection.
"Angel of the Thief pathway, can you steal the System?"
Tang asked.
'Theoretically, no.' The System said slowly.
Oh, so it was possible.
"What would happen if you stole it?"
'Change binding target, detect incorrect binding target, erase, rebind target.' The System's 'innocent' electronic voice sounded.
Oh, so it was a personal exclusive system. Other binding targets would be destroyed by the System.
Even if it couldn't be destroyed, the System could probably shake the main system (Knowledge Wilderness) over and then slap the incorrectly bound target in the face with mad knowledge.
However, the System was bound to his spirit body, which could be seen from its role as a suppressor.
Would an angel of the Thief pathway, someone like Angel King Amon, with his extraordinary premonitions, steal the System?
Hmm, maybe he could dig a pit here, for example, disguise the System as one of his Extraordinary abilities and wait for the other party to steal it.
Before facing Amon head-on, Tang had to think of a solution.
"The worst possibility is really facing Amon... the future me in Euclid's space warned me."
Be careful of Amon.
He wasn't sure if he would really face Amon, but he had to deal with it according to the worst possibility.
In addition...
"Sequence Four, once I reach the demigod level, can I leverage the power of Euclid's space itself?"
Placing the 'decree' borrowed from the future on the table, Tang leaned back in the high-backed chair, letting the mental fatigue wash over his body.
Potion digestion took time.
Advancing to Sequence Four took time.
Time, time, Amon and the old grandfather really came at the wrong time.
Two words: unlucky.
Two ticking time bombs.
"Please, can I just be a maggot?"
He just wanted to lie low and develop, not fight these guys who were either angel kings or Sequence One...
"Or be a monkey, be a monkey, and then give those Abrahams a few big slaps."
Lying on the table, closing the door, Tang confirmed that there was no one else around besides the marionettes. First, he faced the sun outside the French windows and cursed and howled like a ghost, relying on the barrier formed by the various powers of the theater, he frantically cursed Amon, using his mother as the center and his ancestors as the radius.
Then, he didn't know where he got a pillow from and buried his head in it, hugged the pillow, stood up, and walked around the room, shaking his head and roaring.
After venting and cursing to his heart's content, Tang walked out of the office refreshed and full of fighting spirit, without any trace of his previous twisted screaming and dark crawling.
Sure enough, swallowing dirty words made the heart dirty, it was better to just curse them out.
The ever-present theater core: Ah, no, has this guy always been this crazy?
Is he okay? Is he really okay?
Isn't it really necessary to send him to a psychoanalyst to analyze his mental state?
System: 'Just get used to it, people are all crazy, a little madness is good ╮(╯▽╰)╭'
(End of this chapter)