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.

that I didn’t find the Traveler over the past few days.

Qilangos wouldn’t have hesitated

a Traveler’s ability would be

the huge crystal chandelier hanging from the rooftop and decided to wait no

was to change his appearance. But it didn’t possess any power to fight against other Beyonders. However, the transformation ability

thing was that no matter which soul he controlled, Qilangos could use his Wind-blessed Beyonder powers at the

of a noble’s wife before he swept it towards Duke Negan

Lord of Storms, and he is a key figure in the influence the Church of the Lord of Storms has on politics. There must be a Beyonder from the Church of the Lord of Storms beside him who’s protecting him. Although the Negan family isn’t an

wearing a black tuxedo. He was almost

indiscernibly and pressed his

Whoosh!

sudden gust of wind swept in the area

darkness, while everyone’s attention was drawn away, a few wind blades slashed at the same spot

Creak!

the dance floor. It made a loud crash, and people

darkened hall was suddenly full of opportunities. Qilangos’s glove squirmed and changed, condensing into a

as he fixed his gaze onto

Qilangos’s eyes

let out a tragic scream and fell on the ground holding his head.

dashed through the darkness

his eyes, it reflected his target who didn’t

observed the incoming assassin as if he were

right hand and pushed forward. He murmured in ancient

by a transparent wall, something that

made him seem like an insect in amber, or a prisoner

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

voice again and waved

“Flog!”

Pa! Pa!

to be whipped by a shapeless whip. His clothing tore from the whipping

Duke Negan leaned forward and held his right first. He

His arm waved as his entire body slammed into Qilangos’s head with numerous

Negan remained standing at his original spot. It

had already switched his