Lord of the Mysteries

After half an hour of rest, Zhou Mingrui, who now viewed himself as Klein, finally recovered. In the meantime, he found that there were now four black dots on the back of his hand, which happened to form a small square.

These four black spots faded and disappeared quickly, but Klein knew that they were still hiding in his body, waiting to be awakened.

“Four spots forming a square; is it in correspondence with the four pieces of staple food at the four corners of the room? Does this mean that in the future, I don’t need to prepare the food and can do the ritual and chants immediately?” Klein made a guess.

This might seem good, but the emergence of the spots was ominous, and “things” that one lacked understanding of were always scary.

The fact that those inexplicable Chinese Divinations from Earth could produce effects here, the strange transmigration in his sleep, the mysterious murmurings that almost drove him crazy during the ritual, and the mysterious and trippy gray world whose significance he had no idea of made Klein shiver in the hot weather of June.

“The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest fear is the fear of the unknown.” He recalled this saying as he was experiencing the fear of the unknown acutely.

There was in him an unprecedented and irresistible urge to make contact with the mysterious domain, to learn more, and to explore the unknown. There was also a contradicting escape mentality within him compelling him to pretend nothing had happened.

Intense sunlight shone through the window onto the desk. It was as if there were grains of gold sprinkled on the desk. Klein gazed at the desk, feeling as though he had come into contact with warmth and hope.

He relaxed slightly, and a strong sense of fatigue washed over him.

His eyelids were as heavy as lead as they kept closing themselves. It must have been the combined effect of the sleepless night and the tiring encounter.

Klein shook his head and pushed himself up with the aid of the desk. He stumbled towards the double-decked bed, completely disregarding the rye bread placed at the four corners of the room. He fell asleep immediately after he lay down.

Groan! Groan!

Klein was woken up by hunger pangs. When he opened his eyes, he felt rejuvenated.

“There’s still a slight headache.” He rubbed his temples and sat up. He was so hungry that he could eat a horse!

He returned to the desk while straightening his shirt. He picked up the silver vine-leaf pocket watch.

Pa!

The pocket watch’s lid sprang open and the second hand was ticking.

“Half past twelve. I slept for three hours…” Klein put the pocket watch back into his linen shirt pocket in while swallowing.

In the Northern Continent, there were 24 hours in a day, 60 minutes in an hour, and 60 seconds in a minute. Whether each second passed at the same rate here compared to Earth was unknown to Klein.

At this moment, he could not even think of terms such as mysticism, rituals or the grayish world. His mind was occupied by one thing—food!

He would leave the thinking to after his meals! Only then could he work!

Klein picked up the loaves of rye bread from the four corners and wiped off the minute specks of dust on it without any hesitation. He planned on making one of them his lunch.

he only had five pence with him and there was a tradition of eating the offerings back in his hometown. After all, there was not any observable

left behind by the original Klein had also

expensive gas only to light up the room. So, Klein took out a furnace and boiled water with it after adding some coal. He paced around

choke eating those loaves of rye bread without

Life with meat only for dinner is going to be dreadful… No, wait, this is already an exception. Melissa would only allow our meals to have meat twice a week if not for my upcoming interview, Klein thought, as

seemed to turn avaricious when he set his eyes on the pound of mutton in the

thought as he shook his head and

some basic culinary skills, owing to his living

not “seduce” him. Then, he suddenly realized that he had also bought peas and potatoes in

quickly turned back to the cupboard and

first cleaned the potatoes in the public bathroom and then added them into a pot so they were boiled together

coarse salt from the spices container

pot and pouring the “soup” into a few cups and a bowl. He took out the

Ffffffff!

potato as he peeled it bit by bit. The fragrance of boiled potato diffused through the air. It smelled

not deter him any longer. Klein took a bite despite having the

chewed. He was instantly filled with emotions and he

bowl and enjoyed the ‘soup.’ The pinch of salt in water proved to

A filled Klein exclaimed in his head. Meanwhile, he tore off

ate two

he was finally rejuvenated. He enjoyed the joy of life after he drank the ‘soup’ before tidying up. Then, he took

at the desk

with mysticism and become a Beyonder as

to overcome the fear of the

to wait for the next ‘gathering.’ I need to try listen for the formula of the ‘Spectator’ potion or

Before that, I need to first figure out the problem with Klein.

Klein picked up the notebook that lay on the table. He wanted to find hints that could

habit of taking notes. He also liked to

supported the desk on the right stored a

school, and mentor, as well as content pertaining to knowledge were

Feysac, a branch of Jotun. Why is this so? Does this mean that every sentient living being once spoke the same language? No, there has to be a mistake. According to

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Azik discussed the inevitability of the Age of Steam. Mr. Azik opined that it was just a coincidence because if it wasn’t for Emperor Roselle, the Northern Continent would still be wielding swords like the Southern Continent. Mentor argued that Mr. Azik had placed too much emphasis on the contribution of an individual. He believes that with progress, even if there wasn’t an Emperor Roselle,

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a notebook from the Fourth Epoch. Oh my Goddess! A notebook from the Fourth Epoch! He didn’t want to ask the archeology department’s students for help so he came to Naya and me to help him decode the contents. How can I refuse? Of course, I can only do it

about history and viewpoint disagreements, the appearance of a notebook from the Fourth Epoch might have

refer to the ambiguous records provided by

much interest in the first three eras, whose roots were closer to legends. He was more interested

for his future career and thus focused on the interview. But