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.

red. All he could see was a study desk made of burly wood in front of him. Right in the middle

arranged books, numbering about eight. The wall on their right was inset with grayish-white pipes with wall lamps connected

the size of an adult’s head with an inner layer of transparent glass and an exterior gridded with black

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

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

The things laid before him were alien to

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

up and shifted

the backdrop of a ‘black

as he stood up abruptly. However, before his feet fully straightened, his brain protested with throbbing pain. It made him temporarily

Pa!

He turned around

was not very large, with a brown door on each side

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

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

of the room near the table, along with soup pots, iron

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

his gaze, Zhou Mingrui noticed himself

linen shirt, thinly built, average-looking features

as many helpless and

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

I have transmigrated? Zhou Mingrui widened his mouth

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

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

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

a few deep breaths, Zhou Mingrui

and body calmed down, memories

City of Tingen. He is also a

father was a sergeant of the Royal Army who had sacrificed himself during a colonial conflict with the Southern Continent. The

of the Evernight Goddess. She passed away the

an elder brother and a younger sister. They

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

Northern Continent—as well as the Hermes language which often appeared in ancient mausoleums