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.

and there was a tradition of eating the offerings back in his hometown. After all, there was

habits left behind by

only to light up the room. So, Klein took out a furnace and boiled

loaves

an exception. Melissa would only allow our meals to have meat twice a week if not for my upcoming interview, Klein thought, as he looked around,

to turn avaricious when he set his eyes

, Klein thought as he shook his head and rejected the idea of cooking half of it

basic culinary skills, owing to his living in a big city alone. His

him. Then, he suddenly realized that he had also bought peas and potatoes

turned back to the cupboard and took out two

bathroom and then added them into a pot

yellow coarse salt from the spices

pot and pouring the “soup” into a few cups and a bowl. He took out the potatoes with a fork and placed them on the

Ffffffff!

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

him any longer. Klein took a bite despite having the potato only half

He was instantly filled with emotions

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

filled Klein exclaimed in his head. Meanwhile,

tiring; Klein ate two loaves

the joy of life after he drank the ‘soup’ before

the desk and began

come into contact with mysticism and become a Beyonder as mentioned by

the fear of the

now is to wait for the next ‘gathering.’ I need to try listen for the formula of the ‘Spectator’ potion or other things related to

to first figure out the

hands of everything, Klein picked up the notebook that lay on the table. He wanted to find hints that could help him regain his

obviously had the habit of

was fully aware that the cabinet that supported the desk on the right

Matters regarding his school, and mentor, as well as content pertaining to knowledge were at the

Azik mentioned that the common language used by the Balam Empire in the Southern Continent also developed from Ancient 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 ‘The Revelation of Evernight’ and ‘The Book of Storms’, giants were not the only hegemons of the world in primordial times. There were

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placed too much emphasis on the contribution of an individual. He believes that with progress, even if

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He didn’t want to ask the archeology department’s students for help so he came

attention. Compared to the notes about history and viewpoint disagreements, the appearance of a notebook from the Fourth Epoch might have led to Klein’s

epoch before the present “Iron Age.” Its history was mysterious and incomplete. Due to the fact that very few tombs, ancient cities, and records had been found, archaeologists and historians could only refer to the ambiguous records provided by

history, Klein didn’t have much interest in the first three eras, whose roots were closer to legends. He was more interested

his future career and thus focused on the interview. But it was all futile…” Klein could not