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.

blurred before it was screened by a faint crimson red. All he could see was a study desk made of burly wood in front

arranged books, numbering about eight.

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

was a black ink bottle shrouded in a

a fully circular

completely taken aback. The things laid before him

and confused, he discovered that the desk, notebook, ink bottle, and revolver were covered in

shifted his gaze

above the

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

Pa!

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

on each side of the room.

the left door was a cabinet. Its

the same grayish-white pipe on the wall at the height of a person. However, it was connected to a strange

room near the table, along with soup pots, iron pots, and other kitchen

cracks. Its

of his gaze, Zhou Mingrui noticed himself in the mirror—the present

shirt, thinly built,

Zhou Mingrui immediately drew a gasp as many helpless and confused guesses surfaced in

that looked different from Earth’s moon could only

I have transmigrated? Zhou Mingrui widened his

web novels and had often fantasized over such scenes. However, he momentarily found it hard to

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

that made his thoughts high strung but clear, he would

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

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

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

of the Royal Army who had sacrificed himself during a colonial conflict with the Southern Continent. The bereavement allowance

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

and a younger sister. They stayed in a two bedroom

present, the family was supported solely by the elder brother who worked

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