Lord of the Mysteries

In the suburbs west of North Borough, in a soon-to-be-abandoned three-story house.

It originally belonged to the Backlund Medical School, but the latter’s main campus had now moved to a better and more suitable location, leaving behind only a small number of teaching staff and students who were left “guarding” the area after failing to graduate.

Audrey was wearing a white gown and white mask. Her smooth blonde hair was also coiled up and stuffed under a cool-colored surgical cap.

She darted her eyes to the side and looked at Fors Wall who was dressed in the same way. She always felt that Fors had a special temperament that seemed to make her more suited to such attires than herself.

Eh… It’s the kind of temperament that allows her to pick up a scalpel and cut open a patient’s stomach at any moment… Audrey didn’t say anything. She followed half a step behind Fors as they entered the classroom in front of them.

She was startled by the information she had received from Fors because Mr. Fool had said it was a simple task.

Considering that the simplicity of said task might be from Mr. Fool’s point of view, Audrey took advantage of the moment when she was alone, changing into a disguise, to recite his honorable name and silently pray, so as to report everything that had exactly happened.

However, she had yet to receive a response.

After passing through the door and entering a room, Audrey instinctively looked around and found that this wasn’t an ordinary classroom. There were actually four skeletal specimens and four coffins made of glass. The coffins were filled with pale naked corpses that were soaked in preserving agents.

At the very top of the classroom, there was a transparent glass pillar that was also filled with a liquid. Floating inside was a male corpse that wore a black scholarly robe.

The corpse’s clothes stuck tightly to its body, giving off an extremely heavy feeling. He didn’t relax and simply floated upright in the middle.

It’s as if he had died by drowning instead of being placed in there after his death…Audrey made a preliminary judgment based on her attitude as a Spectator.

In addition, she saw a number of men in white coats, white masks, and surgical caps sitting around the long tables in the room. None of them said a word, just like the bodies and bones around them.

Looking out at the crimson moon which had finally peeked out of the gloomy darkness, Audrey turned her head back to look at the scene inside the classroom. For a moment, she couldn’t help but shudder as this place instilled an instinctive fear.

But at the same time, she felt excited and agitated.

This is what the life of a Beyonder should be… Audrey silently muttered to herself as she followed Fors to a corner before sitting down.

After waiting for a while, the floating black-clothed male corpse inside the upright glass pillar at the front of the classroom suddenly opened his eyes. His voice transmitted through the layers of obstructions.

“Let’s begin.”

…

East Borough, Dharavi Street.

the dark streets

both sides of the street. This was combined with the crimson moonlight that passed through the clouds with great difficulty,

encountered people with old, tattered clothes, their faces numb with despair. They were the homeless who had been

no place to sleep, so they wandered aimlessly through the streets. Occasionally, they would find some inconspicuous corner or park bench to rest at for a while,

cold and dark night, Klein felt that they were more like zombies than the zombies he

his throat, causing him to cough involuntarily. He quickly gathered his thoughts and looked through the corner of his eyes at the apartment

apartment across the street. The third and fourth story and the roof all meet these requirements… Klein analyzed the situation with

process, he didn’t slow down his

the apartment building numbered 1 and entered the

had also lived in an apartment of slightly higher class with his brother Benson and sister Melissa in Tingen City for quite a long time. It was Klein’s personal experience, but it

Klein lowered his cap, lowered his head, and without rushing, he walked up the creaking

evening, he no longer had a revolver, so all he could do was stick one hand into his pocket and hold

the third floor.

scene is on the left. The one with the best view for surveillance should be the third

hand into his pocket and gently opened the iron cigarette

touched the All-Black Eye, and the murmurs resounded in his

help of this corrupted item, Klein saw many

little, he could still distinguish

Klein’s soon-to-be-cooked brain. There were men, women, and children

other special

of him and the auditory hallucination in his ears slowly improved as Klein quickly retracted his hand from the

Once he felt some relief,

“searching” the entire apartment to see if there were any places that allowed the

in a corner of a balcony, his

from the corners of his eyes, and from time to time, his nose would run

was the result of his repeated contact with the All-Black Eye within a short period of time. Even

only agitated him and didn’t corrupt him. Otherwise, he would’ve given up long ago and wouldn’t have dared to try again. That would’ve led directly to devolving

and switched to a different apartment that didn’t have the same view as this one, but it was still for

When Klein returned to the street, he looked suspiciously out of the corner of his eye at the apartment with

he put his hand back into his pocket, pushed

to see if anyone was hiding in the apartment where the crime scene

Klein’s head suddenly felt like it was being smashed as his body wobbled

at the

lines, nor could he trace the source of the black lines.

no, no… Klein quickly swept the area and made a rough

line floating out from the crime scene on the third floor which merged into the