Chapter 141: Through the Gate of the Other Side

Through the Gate of the Other Side

Creak—

Creak—

A teeth-grinding sound of bone scraping echoed from the living room.

Blood dripped onto the wooden floor, making a dripping sound. Combined with the dim candlelight in the living room, it created a chilling sense of horror.

“Sigh...”

Ciel let out a breath, looking at the corpse lying on the living room wooden table before her.

At this moment, the corpse’s skin was deathly pale, almost completely devoid of blood. Obvious suture marks were visible on its face.

However, the corpse was generally well-preserved, only the tender skin on the abdomen, inner arms, and inner thighs had been cut off, seemingly stitched onto the face.

Ciel took a few steps back, looking at her “work.”

Compared to the woman in her memory... it was roughly sixty to seventy percent similar.

If clothes were added, the similarity could reach over eighty percent.

Now only the aged form was missing, unsure if it would have any impact.

Ciel tucked the long hair behind her ear. A spider crawled down her hair directly onto her hand. Then she extended her hand, and the spider leaped from the back of her hand towards the corpse.

Gray spider silk began to secrete from behind the spider, continuously winding around the corpse. Slowly, the corpse originally lying on top was wrapped in spider silk like a mummy.

There wasn’t a good way to preserve corpses in this era. The house Ciel rented didn’t have a cold storage either, so she could only use this method to temporarily preserve the corpse.

Ciel reached out, pulling the corpse wrapped in spider silk, dragging it bit by bit into the kitchen, and stuffed it into the cabinet.

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After doing all this, Ciel seemed to lose all strength, slumping onto the sofa, not wanting to move anymore.

Suddenly, Ciel seemed to think of something. Her previously weary eyes lit up. With unprecedented motivation, she climbed up from the sofa, walked towards the stairs while taking off her blood-stained clothes.

By the time she opened the room door, she was only wearing a thin dress. She walked straight towards the desk, reached out, and picked up the tranquilizer mixture on the desk.

This was the mixture prepared by Adele for Ciel, blended from different potions. She directly pulled out the wooden stopper, tilted her head back, and downed the mixture inside in one gulp.

A comfortable feeling of drowsiness came from deep within her mind. The pleasant sensation made Ciel slightly narrow her eyes.

Bliss...

If only I could sleep like this forever and never wake up...

Ciel stumbled towards the bed, lay face down directly onto the mattress, buried her entire head in the quilt, and fell asleep immediately.

Unfortunately, in less than a few minutes, the effect of the save file transformation disappeared. The black and blue-haired “Coroner” Ciel’s figure began to distort and flicker. Following a flash of silver light, Ciel lying on the bed returned to her original state.

She reached out, propped herself up on the mattress, and sat up. The drowsy feeling and the world-weariness filling her mind had disappeared. The clothes on her body also returned to their original state, but the bottle of mixture drunk on the table couldn’t come back. Thanks for reading on ManaNovel!

Ciel got up, walked down the stairs. The clothes originally thrown on the stairs also disappeared with the save file’s disappearance.

When Ciel went downstairs and opened the cabinet, seeing the corpse entangled in spider silk inside, Ciel breathed a sigh of relief.

Alright, the effect of the “Coroner’s” transcendent ability could still be preserved.

Ciel returned to her room, took out the notebook, and recorded everything that happened today in it.

The next day, 26th.

From yesterday afternoon until today, Ciel hadn’t gone out at all, resting at home.

She had now completed all the preliminary work. Next, she just needed to wait for Tara and the clothes to arrive before continuing the plan.

Tara’s arrival time was unknown, so Ciel decided to wait at home continuously.

Last night, after the maid delivered dinner, she had already told the maid not to continue sending meals later and dismissed them, letting them return to Avena’s manor.

If anything happened, Ciel would go directly to Avena.

If their protection was mistaken for “surveillance” by Tara, then their lives couldn’t be saved.

Ciel came to the living room and made herself a simple breakfast.

Although the bloodstains in the living room were slightly cleaned, the residual smell of blood still couldn’t be completely removed. A faint smell of rust still floated in the air.

Around twelve noon, knocking sounded at Ciel’s door.

Ciel opened the door and saw Tara’s small figure at the entrance. What surprised her slightly was that Amy had also followed.

Under the “Divine Servant’s” “identification,” Tara almost instantly believed Ciel was the Mother Goddess’s incarnation and swore allegiance to Ciel on the spot.

After confirming Ciel was fine, Amy went back under Ciel’s persuasion. The events that happened here were naturally hidden in her heart, becoming a secret.

After gaining Tara’s trust, Ciel assigned her a task: bring over those few second-tier nobles and merchants among her confidants who were brainwashed.

Originally, only Tara knew the names of these confidants, but Ciel accurately stated how many second-tier confidants she had, and mentioned one noble named “Gemma.”

This made Tara even more convinced of Ciel’s identity. She left Berren City that very day, rushing at full speed towards the Divine Advent Church’s hidden monastery.

It wasn’t until the evening of June 28th that Tara returned to Berren City with those few confidants. That same night, these confidants were sent one by one by Ciel to Avena’s house.

With the third-tier Nia present, these cultists, having received prior orders from Tara, wouldn’t cause any trouble.

On the evening of June 30th, the old tailor came looking for Ciel with the clothes, handed her the finished garments, and collected the final payment.

However, no news came from Avena’s side. It seemed two days weren’t enough for her to complete the Reconstitution Ritual.

Every detail and event that occurred these past few days was accurately recorded by Ciel, even including Tara’s specific arrival time in Berren City and her initial foothold.

She also noted down several “safe times” without misfortune striking, for her real self to arrange rest time.

And she herself, through these few days of intermittent sleep, had recovered her mental strength to over ninety percent of its peak state.

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Finally, at 8 AM on July 1st, just as Ciel was about to launch her plan, news finally came from Avena’s side.

She had successfully advanced to “Psychologist.” But the price was that among the cultists sent over, only Gemma remained sane, successfully deprogrammed.

Thus, she used a letter to set a time with Avena, asking Avena to meet her at five in the evening.

Eight in the evening was the arrival time of her real self, but she had to execute the plan in advance.

This was to let her real self judge if the time had advanced, if Avena was affected.

If the simulation time advanced, it meant she died prematurely during the plan execution, indicating the plan failed.

After writing down her thoughts in the notebook, Ciel took the notebook, corpse, and clothes, and went all the way to the edge of Berren City.

Berren City was still constantly expanding at this time. There were many half-built factories on the outskirts. The place Ciel was going was a factory under construction near Clock Tower Alley—it had been abandoned for quite some time due to funding issues, sparsely populated, very suitable for some experiments.

The previous “Coroner” advancement also took place here.

Ciel didn’t let Tara follow. In fact, if not for Avena’s advancement, Ciel wouldn’t want any connection with Tara at all.

But now it seemed, under the circumstance of needing to help Avena obtain the “material” for the Reconstitution Ritual, contacting Tara was unavoidable.

It wasn’t raining today, just somewhat gloomy weather.

After bringing the items into the factory, Ciel directly used save file transformation, summoning the “Coroner” save file to descend.

As “Coroner” Ciel peeled off the spider silk that had turned into a hard shell, the corpse preserved inside was finally exposed, still fresh as if just deceased.

After Ciel released a spider that drilled into the corpse’s mouth, this modified and stitched corpse stood up again, changing clothes somewhat stiffly.

And Ciel shrank into a corner of the factory, took out her notebook and pen, and began carefully recording everything that happened next.

【Holy Year 741, July 1st, 13:00】

【I have restored activity to the corpse. Its throat seems problematic now, I’m adjusting... Hope nothing unexpected happens】

【I specifically asked Avena to arrive later, avoiding her directly seeing Spiritual Summoning or the Other Side—but I’m unsure if she will arrive early. After all, she doesn’t seem like someone who would be late; the possibility of arriving early is high. I will give you the exact time then】

【Holy Year 741, July 1st, 14:11】

【Corpse finally adjusted, took quite some time... This is the third time transforming into “Coroner.” Honestly, this feeling of being able to use it freely without worrying about point deduction is quite nice】

【Corpse has changed clothes】

【Next, I will try making the corpse speak, luring out the quill pen】

【Each line, I will pause slightly. Later I will only write time and line reaction. You can choose useful lines then, reducing time】

【14:15】

【”Fate Renegade’s Touch,” “Contaminated Fate Renegade’s Touch” in Ansu and Old Ansu script.】

【No reaction】

【14:30】

【I controlled the corpse to recite a short essay in Old Ansu script, still no reaction... I even suspect the raven shadow isn’t even looking this way】

【15:20】

【The quill pen really appeared】

【Just use the language heard in the dream directly. Phonetically transliterated, it’s “Slade.” You should know which word I mean】

【The quill pen kept stopping before the corpse... Next I will directly have the corpse say the words spoken during the final escape in the dream, then I will press the stopwatch, directly sacrifice my own fingers for capture... I might not be able to leave information next】

Click—

Ciel threw down the notebook in her hand, abruptly pressed the stopwatch, activating “Echo of the Silver-White Timebinder.”

She directly drew the carving knife from her bosom, instantly severing the four fingers of her left hand. Blood spurted from Ciel’s hand, turning into blood threads swirling on the ground.

After her fingers fell to the ground, they began burning rapidly. Simultaneously, a blood-red vortex appeared before Ciel.

Ciel looked up, focusing her gaze ahead.

Before her, the “woman” wearing luxurious red and gold clothes ran towards Ciel with a terrified expression, as if something was chasing her from behind.

And the quill pen circled around the “woman,” appearing very anxious.

Suddenly, the “woman” reached out towards the quill pen. Almost instinctively, the quill pen sealed artifact floated directly into the “woman’s” hand.

“**!” The “woman’s” body abruptly stopped. She forcefully threw the quill pen towards the blood-red vortex. Simultaneously, the “woman’s” waist seemed to collapse, clothes tearing, flesh splattering. Her entire person, as if drained dry, rapidly became thin and gaunt.

This was the scene Ciel designed, encountered previously in the dream.

Clearly, there were no ruins and flames around. Clearly, the “woman’s” face had obvious suture marks. But such a simple trick successfully deceived the mentally deranged raven shadow.

The quill pen, thrown towards the blood-red vortex, stopped abruptly in mid-air. Its body rapidly expanded, transforming into an illusory raven figure with a half-meter wingspan.

Its eyes were frantic. Spreading its wings, it emitted a tragic shriek, about to pounce towards the “woman.”

But just then, from the blood-red vortex, a terrifying large hand stretched out directly. With lightning speed, it directly grasped the quill pen, violently dragging it towards the blood-red vortex.

As the “woman” fell to the ground, the raven’s figure had also been completely pulled into the Other Side.

And Ciel, behind the blood-red vortex, reached out and directly picked up the notebook.

10 seconds had passed. Her hand had completely recovered.

【Plan very successful, it’s dragged into the Other Side】

【I’m going in too】

【Good luck to us】

Ciel placed the notebook and pen on the ground.

With a thought, a terrifying giant hand stretched out from the blood-red vortex, as if inviting. Ciel reached out, directly grasping one of its fingers.

Immediately after, her entire person was dragged into the blood-red vortex.