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.

wood in front of him.

neatly arranged books, numbering about eight. The wall

of an adult’s head with an inner layer of

a black ink bottle shrouded in a pale red glow.

ink bottle and to the right of the notebook sat a dark-colored pen with a fully circular body. Its tip shimmered with a

things laid

revolver were covered in a layer of

and shifted his gaze up

a crimson moon hung high above the backdrop

with throbbing pain. It

Pa!

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

brown door on each side of the room. Close

the bed and the left door was a cabinet. Its two doors

of the cabinet, there was the same grayish-white pipe on the wall at the height of a person. However,

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

the right door was a dressing mirror with two cracks. Its bottom was made of wood and the patterns were simple and

Zhou Mingrui noticed himself in the mirror—the present

hair, brown pupils, a linen shirt, thinly built,

a gasp as many

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

Zhou Mingrui widened his mouth

up reading web novels and had often fantasized over such scenes. However,

was probably what it meant to love a fantasy 1 ? In a minute, Zhou Mingrui had already cursed himself while trying

that made his thoughts high

down, calm down… After taking a few deep

his mind and body calmed down, memories began flooding him as they

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

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

passed away the year Klein passed the entrance examinations to

elder brother and a younger sister. They stayed in a two bedroom

its situation could even be described as somewhat wanting. At present, the family was supported

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