Lord of the Mysteries

Painful!

How painful!

My head hurts so badly!

A gaudy and dazzling dreamworld filled with murmurs instantly shattered. The sound asleep Zhou Mingrui felt an abnormal throbbing pain in his head as though someone had ruthlessly lashed at him with a pole again and again. No, it was more like a sharp object pierced right through his temples followed by a twist!

Ouch… In his stupor, Zhou Mingrui attempted to turn around, look up, and sit up; however, he was completely unable to move his limbs as though he had lost control over his body.

From the looks of it, I’m still not awake. I’m still in a dream… Who knows, perhaps the next scene will be of me thinking I’m already awake, but in fact, am actually still sleeping…

Zhou Mingrui, who was not unfamiliar with similar encounters, tried his best to focus in order to escape the shackles placed upon him by the darkness and confusion.

However, while still in his reverie, whatever will he could summon was ethereal like a fleeting fog. He found his thoughts difficult to control and introspect. No matter how much he tried, he still lost his focus as random thoughts surfaced in his mind.

Why would I suddenly have such an excruciating headache in the middle of the night?

And it’s really painful!

Could it be something like a cerebral hemorrhage?

F**k, don’t tell me I’m going to die young?

I need to wake up! Now!

Eh? Why doesn’t it seem to hurt as much as before? But why does it still feel like a blunt knife is slicing through my brains…

From the looks of it, sleep is impossible. How am I to show up for work tomorrow?

Why am I still thinking about work? This is some authentic headache. Of course I have to take time off! I don’t have to worry about my manager’s grumblings!

Hey, putting it that way, it doesn’t seem too bad. Hehe, I can end up getting some spare time for myself!

Throbbing pain inundated Zhou Mingrui, allowing him to slowly accumulate immaterial strength until he was finally able to move his back and open his eyes. He finally broke free from his reverie.

study desk made of burly wood in front of him. Right in the middle was an opened notebook with coarse, yellow pages. The title

the notebook was a stack of neatly arranged books, numbering about eight. The wall on their right was inset with grayish-white

had a classical Western style to it. It was about half the size of an adult’s head with an inner layer of transparent glass and

was a black ink bottle shrouded in a pale red glow. Its embossed surface formed a blurry

the notebook sat a dark-colored pen with a fully circular body.

Mingrui was completely taken aback. The things laid before him were alien to him. It looked

bottle, and revolver were covered in a layer of crimson ‘veil,’ a result of the light shining

he looked up and shifted his gaze up bit

midair, a crimson moon hung high above the backdrop of a ‘black velvet curtain,’ glowing in

felt inexplicably horrified as he stood up abruptly. However, before his feet fully straightened, his brain protested with throbbing pain. It made him temporarily lose his strength as he fell uncontrollably. His buttocks slammed heavily onto the

Pa!

up. He turned around in a fluster as he began to size up the

was not very large, with a brown door on each side of the room. Close to an

the left door was a cabinet. Its two doors were swung open and beneath

was the same grayish-white pipe on the wall at the height of a person. However, it was connected to a strange

coal stoves sat in the right corner of the room near the table, along with soup pots, iron pots, and other

two cracks. Its bottom was made of wood and the patterns were simple

his gaze, Zhou Mingrui noticed himself in

a linen shirt, thinly built, average-looking

Mingrui immediately drew a gasp as many helpless

European style and the crimson moon that looked

Zhou Mingrui widened his

had often fantasized over such scenes. However, he momentarily found it hard to accept the situation

minute, Zhou Mingrui had already cursed himself while trying to make the best

for the still throbbing headache that made his thoughts high strung but clear, he would have definitely

down, calm down… After taking a few deep breaths, Zhou Mingrui worked hard to stop

his mind and body calmed down, memories began flooding him

Moretti, a citizen of the Northern Continent’s Loen Kingdom, Awwa County, City of Tingen. He is also

sacrificed himself during a colonial conflict with the Southern Continent. The bereavement allowance gave Klein

was a devotee of the Evernight Goddess. She passed away the

brother and a younger sister. They stayed in a two

described as somewhat wanting. At present, the family was supported solely by

languages in the Northern Continent—as well as the Hermes language which often appeared in ancient mausoleums as well as text regarding sacrificial and