Lord of the Mysteries

The crimson moon high in the sky hung silently in the darkness. It illuminated Tingen City, the city of universities, as it gradually fell silent.

Klein stood in front of his desk and looked through his oriel windows to see the empty Daffodil Street. He heard the sound of carriages quickly galloping far away without causing a din.

He picked up his vine-leaf patterned silver pocket watch and snapped it open. He took a glance at it and drew the curtains, making the yellowish lights of the gas lamp reflect back into the bedroom.

Klein turned around at an adequate speed, locked his room, and switched off the gas valve.

The room was immediately covered in darkness. Only a sliver of red moonlight penetrated the curtains. It gave rise to an atmosphere perfect for many late-night folk tales.

Klein took out the silver knife he had applied for. He imagined the spherical light and entered a half-Cogitation state.

He focused his mind according to his previous practice, allowing his spirituality to spew out from the tip of his blade. Then, he allowed their motion to miraculously fuse with his surroundings, sealing off the room.

He was doing it to prevent any abnormal stirrings that could wake Benson and Melissa.

Following that, Klein put down the knife and walked four steps in a counterclockwise manner. Every step was accompanied by the incantation from Earth.

The unchanging roars and murmurs inundated him. With the same mania and pain inflicted on him, he did his best to control himself and withstood the most grueling and dangerous stage in his half-conscious state.

The grayish-white fog was endless. The dark red stars were at varying distances from him. The towering divine palace stood erect like a dead giant. Nothing seemed to have changed. The silence and antiquity that had accumulated over thousands of years swarmed him.

No, there is a change! Klein silently muttered to himself. His gaze locked onto a dark red star near him.

That was the star symbolizing Justice!

The star’s deep redness began to pulse. It did so with average amplitude, but did not stop.

Klein carefully spread out his spirituality towards the deep redness.

The moment the two made contact, he felt a hum in his head. He saw a blurry and distorted scene and heard the illusory but stacked voice of prayers.

“The Fool that doesn’t belong to this era;

“You are the mysterious ruler above the gray fog;

“You are the King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck;

“I pray for your help.

“I pray for your loving grace.

“I pray for you to give me a good dream.

…

“I pray for you to give me a good dream.

…

to give me a good

…

female voice resounded constantly in an intermittent fashion. Klein’s psyche turned more irritable and chaotic. It was akin to listening to someone upstairs pounding on the floor when he had just

urge.

a head of beautiful golden hair. She was standing before four flickering flames, her head lowered as

distorted image, Klein barely

point, he confirmed that the ritual incantation he had created could

a huge sense of achievement, going from nothing to

awesome… Klein’s mood turned for the better. He felt that the pleading voice that echoed in his ears

response in his mind, transferring it through the

“I’m aware.”

…

before him. A distorted and blurry

where his eyes ought to be swirled with deep redness as his voice resounded repeatedly in the vast and

“I’m aware.”

“I’m aware.”

“I’m aware.”

…

Hall was jolted awake suddenly. She sat up with her blanket wrapped around her as her mind

very well that she had dreamed of the

who quickly

why The Fool did not respond on the spot and only did so at night, she was still shocked that the ritualistic magic was effective with the

had prayed to the

if Mr. Fool was not a god, he is likely not far

a powerful existence that she had no means of resisting, she quickly threw aside her worries. She

have to completely digest the Spectator potion…

I have to seek

formula from Mr. Fool or clues

should have a complete Sequence pathway that belongs to them. They might not know the formulas of other Sequence pathways… A new Beyonder organization like the Psychology Alchemists might not

…

Klein sat at the bronze table’s seat of honor in a rather good

clenched his fist to cover his mouth. He recalled and

the only living being in the world of the gray fog. Apart from that, there was

powers in here… From the looks of it, my idea of manipulation would not work. Klein kept prodding his mouth

the world of the gray fog in the same manner if the incantation and ritual proved effective. As such, he could then leverage all

could pray to himself, and through such a manipulative manner, he could go around the limitations, the mysteries, and

conduct a ritual and pray to “himself” for spells. Following that, he could come above the gray fog and answer his own request and

too idealistic… My understanding and control of the gray fog world has not reached that level… Klein shook his head in a self-deprecating

the Hanged Man begin to pulse. He heard an ethereal

coincidentally chanced upon The Hanged Man’s ritual?”

of honor of the long bronze table and extended his

spirituality spread as it touched the pulsing deep

heavy and repeated