Lord of the Mysteries

In the clock tower of East Balam Dock, Klein hid in the darkness while donning a clown mask as he quietly stared at the dormitory of the Dock Union. An airship floated above.

He couldn’t see the details of the battle, and he had no way of knowing the developments of the operation in the red-brick building. All he could do was endure and determine the situation by observing the changes in the surroundings and the occasional black dot that passed by.

Just then, he saw all the gas lamps in the area extinguish.

All of them had been extinguished!

It was pitch black there!

Right on the heels of that, a feeling that left an extremely deep impression on him exploded from the small red-brick building. Even from a long distance away, Klein couldn’t help but tremble all over; his legs went soft, and he bent his waist.

It was the feeling of being looked down upon, a feeling that repressed one’s spirit.

It was a feeling that was impossible to resist or face!

No, don’t look directly at God… In his adrift thoughts, Klein seemed to recall the time when he was in the hall of the Blackthorn Security Company. It was like when he was about to activate his Spirit Vision to probe the mental state of Megose and the baby in her womb.

That feeling was exactly the same as it was now!

No, it’s even more extreme and terrifying right now!

How could this be? Wasn’t Lanevus just bestowed with a little bit of the True Creator’s godhood? At most, he would be given one or two other corresponding items! Why does it feel like an evil god is about to descend?

Before Klein could shake off the trembling of his body and the numbing of his thoughts, he suddenly felt a deep, serene, and profound darkness engulfing the feeling that couldn’t be looked at, probed, or resisted.

The two sensations were obliterated at the same time, causing the gas lamps in the surrounding area to light up once again. The airship which couldn’t stop itself from plummeting floated back up again.

Everything seemed to return to its original state, without the slightest change.

But Klein didn’t believe that everything was over. He stood up with all his might, knowing that something important had happened in the red-brick building.

The feeling that exceeds a Beyonder, at a fundamental level, is no longer there, nor is there the feeling of the descent of an evil god. This means that the True Creator or Lanevus’s plot has failed… However, the Nighthawks must’ve suffered some sort of serious blow as well. They might not even have much strength left… At that moment, Klein’s heart stirred. He quickly took out the spirit pendulum inside his left sleeve, holding it with one hand as he said in a low voice, “Lanevus is no longer dangerous at the moment.”

After quickly repeating it seven times, he opened his eyes and saw that the topaz pendant was rotating counterclockwise. However, its frequency wasn’t fast, and its amplitude wasn’t large.

This showed that Lanevus was still a dangerous man but to a lesser degree.

What caught Klein’s attention was something else.

The divination hadn’t failed again!

This meant that Lanevus had been separated from the godhood bestowed upon him by the True Creator!

A cold wind blew, seeping deep into Klein’s bones, causing him to shiver. He felt as if an electric current had instantly drilled into his brain from the soles of his feet.

I can do something! He suddenly had this thought and no longer hesitated. He took

any time, he sat down and conjured a piece of yellowish-brown goatskin parchment and

“Lanevus’s escape route.”

leaned back, quickly chanted the statement, and

saw the slush-filled sewers with their dark, dirty

cramped and

It’s the sewers!

up, enveloped his body with spirituality, and

few steps back

walk down the spiral stairs but instead somersaulted over the dark yellow fence. With the help of the platform, the bulging spots, and the decorations on the surface of the building,

very short period of time, his feet stepped on the thick flagstones on the

…

red gloves had collapsed by the door unconscious. The ancient silver-plated mirror had rolled to a corner, but it was no longer special. It no longer looked anything like a Grade 1 Sealed

could clearly feel that it was

of tear-like blood streaked

golden-brown hair hung limply, and his standing collars on his windbreaker and shirt were in tatters, revealing his relatively sharp chin and his thin,

a distorted, semi-illusory, and translucent face appeared on each of

braced himself with his left red-gloved hand on the ground, with difficulty, he straightened his neck and looked straight

front of him was the staircase to the second floor, above which stood Lanevus who had his linen shirt completely

stood very straight, with the pure white, smooth bone sword

the outline of the hanging man’s

could even see his back through the hole in Lanevus’s

moved with great difficulty before suddenly laughing loudly. He said

need to thank

my sincere eyes. I really

discovered me and arrived in time, I would truly become the vessel of the True Creator when ‘He’ descends

refused to believe that the person who had

wished to stand, but he couldn’t. He was

and said with a smile, “Do you know? To people like me, it’s the most miserable thing when there’s no one to share a great accomplishment

was deceived by the True Creator who not only initiated the descent of his spawn, but he

members of the Aurora Order to protect her to divert attention. It was as though ‘He’ knew from the beginning that

me. The godhood ‘He’ bestowed upon me suddenly combined with the ‘sapling’ in my body after I reached

a solution, I was found by the members of the Aurora Order through the godhood. Thankfully, they’re all lunatics with simple brains. Haha,

Cough! Lanevus spat out a mouthful of foul blood,

face suddenly turned soft for some

reached out to the

completely replace me, He’ll need large amounts of pessimism, despair, numbness, resentment and primitive

police simply through the people I interacted with because the people I come in contact could

to instigate a strike to get the police to notice me, but I was warned by someone from the Aurora Order. After being tortured, I

vent. During this process, I secretly used my blood to corrupt the creatures living in there, turning them into terrifying mutated monsters. Unfortunately, before you could fully investigate the reason behind it, it was discovered by the Aurora Order. Apparently, a member of theirs died under a mutated monster. Sigh, now that I no longer have the godhood or the sapling,

to attract the attention of the police, but who would’ve thought that the people of the Aurora Order would disguise the case as part of series of serial murders? I still