Lord of the Mysteries

Klein didn’t hurry to dispel the wall of spirituality when he returned to his room. Instead, he expertly took out a candle infused with sandalwood and placed it in the middle of his desk.

He then followed the steps for the ritual, lighting up the candle with his spirituality and scattering essences, extract, and herb powder herbs symbolizing good luck and mystery. He saw the flame alternate between being dull and bright as he took in the fragrance of peace and harmony.

Klein took two steps back and looked at the candle on the table. He then shouted in the language of the giants, “I!”

After a pause, he switched to Hermes, “I summon in my name:

“The Fool that doesn’t belong to this era, the mysterious ruler above the gray fog; the King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck.”

At that moment, the flickering flame fused itself with the harmonious scent to form an illusory vortex, a vortex that manically absorbed the spirituality.

After Klein finished reciting the incantations, the vortex stabilized to become a palm-sized circle of grayish-white fog.

After observing the fog, Klein took four steps counterclockwise without hesitation. He returned to the world above the fog, and as he expected, he saw ripples of light spreading from his high-back chair, accentuating the mysterious aura of the weird symbol—the Pupil-less Eye and partially contorted lines—on his chair.

He took in a deep breath and calmed his soul down using Cogitation before extending his hand toward the target.

At that moment, he heard the incantations that he had just recited. He saw the surging spirituality and the rippling light fuse to form an illusory door.

Compared to the previous time, the door was now completely formed and was etched full of mysterious patterns!

The patterns were the same as the symbol on the back of The Fool’s chair, a symbol made up of the Pupil-less Eye and the partially contorted lines!

As he looked at the door, Klein focused his mind and willed the door open.

Without warning, ripples formed in the eternally immutable grayish-white fog and the majestic palace, like a stone being cast in a peaceful pond. The ripple spread in the direction of the Door of Summoning.

The sound of heavy scraping sound caused by friction could suddenly be heard. A slit appeared in the heavy, mysterious door. Beyond it, one could faintly see an immensely dark world, filled with countless indescribable, transparent figures. There were also streaks of different colors, lustrous splendour that harbored infinite knowledge.

At that moment, Klein felt an unimaginable, irresistible attractive force coming from beyond the door. He couldn’t help but get pulled towards it.

Damn! Are you not giving me the choice? Just as he had that alarming thought, his body went through the slit and vanished into the darkness behind the door.

roars gradually died down. Klein finally came

wearing an old shirt, had black hair, brown eyes, and average-looking facial features. The man had an average build, was a little skinny, but his

Klein wasn’t a stranger to scenes like this. He encountered something like this every time he

saw his bed with a white bedsheet draped over it. He saw his half top hat, tuxedo, and black windbreaker hanging on his clothes rack. He saw a bookshelf with quite a number of books, his neat table that only had one candle on it. He saw the

was floating in front of the palm-sized

something a little different. Klein looked at the physical body belonging to him, toward “his” blank, vacant eyes and slipped

he could finally confirm one thing: it was only his soul, also known as his Spirit Body in mysticism, that headed to the world of fog. The exterior appearance was that of the

I could also guess their Sequence numbers… My physical body seems to be under some form of protection, perhaps from the power of the ritual, for me to stand with such stability and not lose my balance.

tried to move his soul, now fused with powers

Whoosh!

spiraled around the room. Klein savored

a “messenger” in this city now… I wonder if I can carry

notebook from his bookshelf,

it after I become more powerful and able to better utilize the mysterious powers of the world above the gray fog. Klein once again

ten seconds of deliberation, he flew toward the clothes rack and extended his transparent hand into the pocket of his black windbreaker. He touched the Slumber Charms and the Requiem Charms that he replenished from

infused with his own spirituality, different from ordinary objects in supernatural terms. Thus, Klein wanted to see if he

went through the charms, but he could clearly feel their existence. He felt the intertwining of spirituality, but he didn’t have enough “strength” to pick them up.

thought as he moved towards the other pocket. That pocket stored the Flaring Sun Charms that

all over his body, making his form

out of his pocket. In the mirror in his room, the charm seemed to float out of the pocket on its own accord, similar to

certain abilities in this state… Klein flew toward the mirror and stopped in front of it. He saw that only the thin gold piece was reflected. Other than that, it

Flaring Sun Charm onto the bed before returning to the front of the mirror. He wanted to see if he could

was accentuated by the weak sources of light. It made him feel as though he was hiding in an obscure corner, peeping

only an ordinary item which doesn’t lead to some mysterious and strange world… Klein nodded

Sun Charm gave him immense confidence. Hence, he attempted grabbing something

Mr. Azik’s copper whistle!

moment he touched the ancient and intricate object, he felt his spirituality expanding and

turned into dark,

little more powerful. My form is like a wraith’s but without the strong sense of vengeance… Klein projected his current appearance

was one of the abilities of a