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.

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 title was eye-catchingly written

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

it. It was about half the size of an adult’s head with an inner layer of transparent glass and an exterior gridded with

bottle shrouded in a pale

a dark-colored pen with a fully circular body. Its tip shimmered with a faint glint while its cap

The things laid before him were alien to him.

that the desk, notebook, ink bottle, and revolver were

up and shifted his

the

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 fell uncontrollably. His buttocks slammed heavily

Pa!

himself up. He turned around in a fluster as

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

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

the wall at the height of a person. However, it was connected to

of the room near the table, along with

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

of his gaze, Zhou Mingrui noticed himself in

thinly built, average-looking features and a

as many

in ancient European style and the crimson moon that looked different

transmigrated? Zhou Mingrui widened

However,

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

not for the still throbbing headache that made his thoughts high strung but

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

and body calmed down, memories began flooding him as

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

Southern Continent. The bereavement allowance gave Klein the opportunity to study at a private language school and laid the foundation for his admission into

Goddess. She passed away the year Klein passed the

and a younger sister. They stayed in

At present, the family was

knowledge of the ancient Feysac language—deemed the origin of all languages in the Northern Continent—as well as