Lord of the Mysteries

In Duke Negan’s mansion, in the dancing hall.

Disguised as Baron Gramir, Qilangos held a glass of blood-red Aurmir grape wine and casually stood behind the railing on the winding corridor on the second floor. He overlooked the people on the dance floor and enjoyed the view of the glamorously dressed ladies.

However, there was no lust in his eyes; they were as calm as a frozen lake. From the corner of his eyes, he stole glances at the hanging chandelier and the nearby Duke Negan who was looking at the beautiful figures passing by.

The Duke was wearing a well-ironed navy uniform with red ribbons attached to the medals on his shoulders. He preferred to wear his military uniform on formal occasions, in remembrance of his decades of illustrious service while in the military.

However, he had put on much weight since then. His once-sharp gray eyes had been left turbid and filled with desire. However, he took good care of himself, as the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, lips, and forehead were faint, and his black hair was still thick and luxuriant.

That was Pallas Negan, the current Duke Negan, the main supporter of the Conservative Party, the brother of Prime Minister Aguesid, one of the richest and most powerful men in the Loen Kingdom.

At the same time, he was also the reason why Qilangos had sneaked into Backlund!

The thought of assassinating such an important figure makes me shiver in excitement… Qilangos retracted his gaze and closed his eyes.

He was willing to accept the commission because he had been offered a sufficiently attractive price, and it was also because Qilangos loved adventure and enjoyed taking on difficult challenges.

If this assassination is successful, my fame will spread across the Northern and Southern Continents, placing me above the Four Kings. And I’ll receive a card, a card which contains the mystery of God that the Emperor Roselle created! Qilangos suppressed his excitement and lowered his head to examine his left hand.

Creeping Hunger had become transparent. It was impossible to tell that “Baron Gramir” was wearing a glove via the naked eye or through contact.

This is such a magical item… If it wasn’t for this, a Sequence 6 like me wouldn’t have achieved the rank of Pirate Admiral… Thoughts flashed through his mind as bouts of regret surged within Qilangos.

In his years as a pirate, he had seen and interacted with many Beyonders. Among them were members of the Aurora Order who enjoyed adventuring at the ends of the Sonia Sea.

So, he knew that Creeping Hunger was still rather different from a real Shepherd.

Firstly, the speed of switching states was too slow. It required at least a second, but a real Shepherd could switch instantly. Secondly, the controlled soul could only use one to three abilities before the person died. As for what abilities could be used and how powerful they were, that all depended on luck. On the other hand, a real Shepherd could decide on the three abilities. They didn’t have to gamble like they were at a casino. Lastly, Creeping Hunger could only have five souls at the same time, while a real Shepherd could have seven.

Of course, both had the same restriction, which was that they could only control one soul at a time, and they could only use the soul’s corresponding Beyonder powers and their own Beyonder powers. If they wanted to replace one of the souls with a new soul, the procedure would be irreversible.

Qilangos went through seven or eight years of adjustment and finally settled with five souls. Their abilities complemented one another and made their owner very terrifying.

Because of the constant adjustments and experimentation that he did over the years, there were rumors among the pirates that claimed that Rear Admiral Hurricane was omnipotent.

During the ardent dance music, Qilangos rehearsed the subsequent actions he would take in his mind. He sighed with regret in his heart.

past few days. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have to worry

a Traveler, Qilangos wouldn’t have hesitated to feed one of the

Traveler’s

huge crystal chandelier hanging from the rooftop

was to change his appearance. But it didn’t possess any power to fight against other Beyonders. However, the transformation ability was still very useful, and Qilangos hadn’t been willing to replace it with something else all this

soul he controlled, Qilangos could use his Wind-blessed

a noble’s wife

isn’t an ancient thousand-year-old family, he’s one of the wealthiest and powerful men in the kingdom. He’s definitely searched for Sequence potion formulas in secret or hired Beyonders… Qilangos’s thoughts surged. He mentally eliminated gentlemen who were nobles and

man was brown-haired, blue-eyed, and wearing a black tuxedo. He was almost expressionless while he

indiscernibly and pressed

Whoosh!

swept in the area above the

few wind blades slashed at the same spot on a

Creak!

made a loud crash,

Qilangos’s glove

through the darkness as he fixed his gaze onto the man next

Qilangos’s eyes

let out a tragic scream and fell on the ground

a swoosh, Qilangos’s figure dashed through the darkness and charged

reflected his target who didn’t show any signs of

observed the incoming assassin as if

hand and pushed forward.

stopped. He was suddenly surrounded by a transparent

made him seem like an insect in amber, or a

nobles, the hereditary Duke Pallas Negan was a Beyonder himself—a very strong

low voice again and waved his right

“Flog!”

Pa! Pa!

whip. His clothing tore from the whipping as his skin was lacerated,

Negan leaned forward and held his right first. He declared in an

head with numerous afterimages. His fist had struck his target’s

but the surroundings shattered as well. Duke Negan remained standing at his original spot. It

when the pirate admiral had already switched