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.

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

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

half the size of an adult’s head with an inner

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

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

was completely taken aback. The things laid

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

and shifted his

above the backdrop of a ‘black velvet

However, before his feet fully straightened, his brain protested with throbbing pain. It made him temporarily lose his strength

Pa!

Zhou Mingrui stood up again by propping himself up. He turned around in a fluster as he began to size up the environment he was

with a brown door on each side of the room. Close

was a cabinet. Its two doors were swung open

the wall at the height of

sat in the right corner of the room near the table, along with

Its bottom was made of wood and the patterns were simple and

sweep of his gaze, Zhou Mingrui noticed himself in the

thinly built, average-looking features and a

Zhou Mingrui immediately drew a gasp as many helpless and confused

in ancient European style and the crimson moon that looked different from

have transmigrated? Zhou Mingrui widened his mouth

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

it meant to love a fantasy 1 ? In a minute, Zhou Mingrui had already

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

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

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

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

the Southern Continent. The bereavement allowance gave Klein

She passed away

a younger

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

the ancient Feysac 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