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.

in front of him. Right in the middle was an opened notebook with coarse, yellow pages. The

about eight. The wall on their

style to it. It was about half the size of an adult’s head with an

a pale red

the notebook sat a dark-colored pen with a fully circular body. Its tip shimmered with

Mingrui was completely taken aback. The things laid before him were alien

and confused, he discovered that the desk, notebook, ink bottle, and revolver were covered in a layer of crimson

looked up and shifted

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

fully straightened, his brain protested with throbbing pain. It made him temporarily lose his strength as he fell uncontrollably. His buttocks slammed heavily onto the

Pa!

up. He turned around

on each side

cabinet. Its two doors were swung open and beneath it

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

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

Its bottom was made of wood and the patterns were simple

a sweep of his gaze, Zhou Mingrui noticed himself in the

shirt, thinly built, average-looking

a gasp as many helpless and confused

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

I have transmigrated? Zhou Mingrui widened his

However, he momentarily found it hard to

a minute, Zhou Mingrui

his thoughts high strung but clear,

down… After taking a few deep breaths, Zhou Mingrui worked hard

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

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

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

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

younger sister.

could even be described as somewhat wanting. At present, the family was supported solely by the elder brother who worked at an

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