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.

it was screened 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, yellow pages. The

about eight. The wall on their

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

shrouded in a pale red glow.

to the right of the notebook sat a dark-colored pen with a fully circular body. Its tip shimmered with a faint glint while its cap rested right beside

was completely taken aback. The things laid

that the desk, notebook, ink bottle, and revolver were covered in a layer of crimson ‘veil,’ a result of the light shining from

shifted

a crimson moon hung high above the backdrop of a ‘black

fully straightened, his brain protested with throbbing pain. It made him temporarily lose his strength

Pa!

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

with a brown door on each side

left door was a cabinet. Its

the height of a person. However, it was connected to a strange mechanical device with exposed gears and

room near the table, along with

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

his gaze, Zhou Mingrui noticed himself in the

thinly built, average-looking

immediately drew a gasp as many

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

Zhou Mingrui widened his mouth

However, he momentarily found it hard to accept

fantasy 1 ? In a minute, Zhou Mingrui had already cursed himself while trying to make the best out of his

for the still throbbing headache that made his thoughts high strung

few deep breaths,

his mind and body calmed down, memories began

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

was a sergeant of the Royal Army who had sacrificed himself during a colonial conflict with the Southern Continent. The bereavement allowance gave Klein the opportunity to study at a private language school and laid the foundation for his admission into

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

an elder brother and a younger sister. They stayed in

the family was supported solely by the elder brother who

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