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.

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

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

size of an adult’s head with an inner

a black ink bottle shrouded in a pale red glow.

a fully circular body. Its tip shimmered with

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

desk, notebook, ink bottle, and revolver were covered in a layer of

up and shifted his gaze up bit by

moon hung high above the backdrop of

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

Pa!

propping himself up. He turned around in a fluster as he

very large, with a brown door on each side of the room. Close to an opposite wall

and the left door was a cabinet. Its two

wall at the height of

stoves sat in the right corner of the room near the table, along

right door was a dressing mirror with two cracks. Its

gaze, Zhou Mingrui noticed himself in

thinly built, average-looking features and a rather

gasp as many helpless

in ancient European style and the crimson moon that looked different from

I have transmigrated? Zhou Mingrui widened his mouth

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

a fantasy 1 ? In a minute, Zhou Mingrui had already cursed himself while

his thoughts high strung but

a few deep breaths, Zhou Mingrui worked hard to stop

memories began flooding him as they slowly appeared in

Tingen. He is also a recent graduate from the Department of History at

the Southern Continent. The bereavement allowance gave Klein the opportunity to study at a private language school and laid

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

had an elder brother and a younger

was not wealthy and its situation could even be described as somewhat wanting. At present, the family was supported solely by the elder brother who worked at an

ancient Feysac language—deemed the origin of all languages in the Northern Continent—as well as the Hermes language which often appeared in ancient mausoleums as