Lord of the Mysteries
Chapter 67
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
…
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
repressed his emotions and used Cogitation to calm the urge. He carefully discerned the blurry scene that appeared
golden hair.
Klein barely recognized
he confirmed that the ritual incantation he had created
of
He felt that the pleading voice that echoed in his ears like a buzzing fly
mind, transferring it through the intricate connection to the dark
“I’m aware.”
…
him. A distorted and blurry figure stood
where his eyes ought to be swirled with deep redness as his voice resounded repeatedly
“I’m aware.”
“I’m aware.”
“I’m aware.”
…
sat up with her blanket wrapped around her as her mind was fully occupied with
had dreamed of the Fool, the mysterious being that lived
who quickly
only did so at night, she was still shocked that the ritualistic magic
had prayed to the Evernight Goddess, but had never received
Fool was not a god, he is likely not far from being one…
existence that she had no means of resisting, she quickly threw
have to completely digest the Spectator potion… My
have to seek out the
should try to obtain the Telepathist potion formula from Mr. Fool or clues
godlike existence 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 be
…
the bronze table’s seat of honor in
He leaned back and clenched his
living being in the world of the gray
am unable to use the powers in here… From the looks of
the world of the gray fog in the same manner if the incantation and ritual proved effective. As such, he could
that happened, he could pray to himself, and through such a manipulative manner, he could go around the limitations, the mysteries, and the danger, allowing him to
example, he could first conduct a ritual and pray to “himself” for spells. Following that, he could come above the gray fog and
the gray fog world has not reached that level… Klein shook his head in a self-deprecating manner and planned on
represented the Hanged Man begin to pulse. He heard an
upon The Hanged Man’s
bronze
spread as it touched the pulsing
Man’s heavy and repeated prayers along with a blurry
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