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.

by a faint crimson red. All he could see was a study desk made of burly wood in front of him. Right in the middle was an opened notebook with coarse,

stack of neatly arranged books, numbering about eight. The wall on their

half the size of an adult’s head

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

bottle and to the right of the notebook sat a dark-colored pen with a fully circular

Mingrui was completely taken aback. The things laid before him were alien to him. It looked nothing

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

he looked up and shifted his gaze up bit by

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

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

Pa!

did little. Zhou Mingrui stood up again by propping himself up. He turned around in a fluster as he began to size up the

a brown door on each side of the room. Close to

cabinet. Its two doors were swung open and beneath it

on the wall at the height of a person. However, it was connected to a strange mechanical device with

corner of the room near the table, along with soup pots, iron pots, and other kitchen

right door was a dressing mirror with two cracks. Its

Mingrui noticed himself in the

pupils, a linen shirt, thinly built,

a gasp as many helpless and confused guesses surfaced

in ancient European style and the crimson moon that looked different from Earth’s moon could only mean

Zhou Mingrui widened his mouth

such scenes. However, he momentarily found it

to love a fantasy 1 ? In a minute, Zhou

that made his thoughts high strung but clear, he would have definitely

After taking a few deep breaths, Zhou Mingrui

memories began flooding him as

Awwa County, City of Tingen.

had sacrificed himself during a colonial conflict with the Southern Continent. The bereavement allowance gave Klein the opportunity to study at a

passed away the year Klein

also had an elder brother and a younger

At present, the family was supported solely by the elder brother who worked at an import and export

a history graduate, Klein grasped knowledge of the ancient Feysac language—deemed the origin of all languages in the Northern Continent—as well as the Hermes language which often appeared in ancient