"Set up a spiritual cage to prevent the escaped spirituality from causing the surrounding flora and fauna to mate frantically."
Tang quickly made all the preparations, and then only needed to wait for the Thumb Tree to grow.
However...
Tang raised his head, his spiritual intuition reminding him of something.
The surrounding space rippled with a fantastical color. Then, a huge tentacle suddenly appeared, and a letter floated down.
Tang caught it, opened it, and began to read.
"Help!"
Simple characters appeared at the beginning of the letter. Tang frowned and continued reading.
The huge, octopus-like creature retracted its tentacles and waited quietly for a reply.
This letter was from his former companion, Olson Abraham.
"I'm trapped in a circus, Tang. It's in Tingen. If you're still here... no, that's not right, don't come!"
The ink was heavy, and the writer seemed to be suffering some kind of deadly threat, making his words reveal strangeness and unease.
"Don't come?"
Tang looked at the octopus-like spirit world creature and asked in a deep voice, "Can you locate Olson Abraham?"
The huge octopus head thought for a moment, then shook its head blankly.
"System, what's going on?"
'Updating new mission.'
The system's voice suddenly sounded.
Inside a circus tent with a huge pointed roof, Olson Abraham, with neat short hair, wearing a black robe, his face anxious and fearful, endured not looking at the terrifying scene on the stage, trembling as he struggled to use the Traveler's ability to open a door to the outside.
However, it didn't work.
Even though he was a Traveler, in this place he was receiving terrifying suppression at the level of his sefirot, and he couldn't open a door that pierced through space at all.
He would die, he would definitely die!
Why, why, why? Why is there such a thing in this place?
On the stage, screams and spurts of blood erupted. A huge, wriggling monster with three heads, dozens of legs, the limbs of a goat, the head of a pig, the body of a tiger, and the tail of a snake, like a stitched-together abomination, was savoring half of the guest who had just come on stage. The remaining half swayed and finally fell to the ground, large pieces of internal organs and blood flowing out, contaminating the ground.
Below the stage were many people, many, many people.
This circus, which should have been deserted, now seemed to have become a household name, a popular place. Old people, teenagers, vagrants, knights, many different ages, different genders, different identities of people sat among them, laughing loudly and clapping at the performance on stage.
Amidst the cheers of the audience, the few who did not cheer along seemed out of place.
"Next, we will have an even more vivid, more fiery, and more audience-pleasing, more audience-satisfying performance! Now, we sincerely invite! Mr. Nott Belial! To dedicate his life to our stage!"
"Cheer, praise! This is a miracle, this is the great miracle that life itself gives us! Let us witness this moment, this is a myth forged from deformity and life together! This is us, this is the most spectacular moment of our freak show!"
A magician wearing a top hat appeared on stage from who knows when or where, his loud and impassioned voice eliciting enthusiastic applause from the audience.
The huge, wriggling stitched-together monster quietly exited. The figure of the Extraordinary who had been eaten halfway, like a projection of history, disappeared along with his blood and the internal organs on the ground, as if he had never appeared.
The entire stage suddenly dimmed, and stage lights, appearing from nowhere, instantly illuminated a seat not far behind Olson Abraham.
Olson Abraham couldn't help but look over, seeing a tall, sturdy man standing up little by little with a grim expression.
He was like a manipulated puppet, his limbs stiff, walking towards the stage bit by bit amidst the exclamations and applause of the surrounding people.
At the same time, Olson Abraham saw an additional figure among the surrounding audience.
It was the Extraordinary who had just been eaten. At this moment, he was clapping frantically, his smile bright, covered in blood, yet he didn't look like a normal person.
It was as if he had just experienced an unusual fight, and he was the final victor.
But Olson Abraham knew very well that this person had just been eaten, eaten by the monster in this place.
The cheers of the audience seemed to have a strange magic. The sound of cheering was like an invisible big hand trying to hang him from the dome, making his mind more and more chaotic.
Amidst the shouts and roars of countless spectators, he felt that he was truly not far from death.
"Belial, should be someone from the Church of the Bloody Scripture..."
He watched the demon called Nott Belial go on stage. The magician had prepared a high-altitude tightrope performance for him. The demon, who was at least Sequence Four, was attacked by some monster halfway and fell from the high altitude.
"Sequence Four, Devil, possessing a strong physique and spell-like abilities, cold-blooded, sharp, cunning, capable of mentally inducing others on a spiritual level..."
Beautiful, dazzling fireworks lit up from the high platform, and a Sequence Four demon died just like that.
The magician, splattered with blood, still held the short staff in his hand high, and when the brilliant blood flowers exploded, he took off his hat in thanks.
"Thank you very much for Nott Belial's wonderful performance. Next, we have the pleasure of inviting..."
"Mr. Olson Abraham!"
"No."
Tang put down the iron chain in his hand. His divination was disturbed. Something of a high sequence was affecting Olson Abraham himself, affecting the effect of the divination.
"System, what's with the mission you just issued?"
'New mission updated.'
'Mission: The Circus Magic Show.'
'Your friend seems to be in a little trouble. Please help him escape the danger as much as possible.'
'This mission is a phased mission. The next phase of the mission will only be triggered after the previous phase is completed.'
'Note, this mission is extremely dangerous, please choose carefully, Host.'
'Something of a high sequence is affecting the divination, Host.' The system was simple and clear. 'It's very far away. This system cannot determine what it is for the time being, but the program issued the mission like this.'
"High sequence..." Tang picked up the Life Staff on the ground. "The letter Olson sent mentioned a circus. This should refer to the Tingen circus."
"If it's the Tingen circus, I only know of one place."
He looked into the distance, seemingly seeing the deserted, out-of-the-way place.
(End of this chapter)