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.

no longer hesitated. He took four steps counterclockwise in the dark clock tower and went above the

and conjured a piece

“Lanevus’s escape route.”

the statement, and entered a

saw the slush-filled

cramped

It’s the sewers!

immediately woke up, enveloped his body with spirituality,

to the real world, he took a few steps back and

platform, the bulging spots, and the decorations on the surface of the building, he jumped down level by

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

…

by the door unconscious. The ancient silver-plated mirror had rolled to a corner, but it

feel that it was recovering bit by

stream of tear-like blood streaked down the corners

and

a distorted, semi-illusory, and translucent face

himself with his left red-gloved hand on the ground, with difficulty, he straightened

the staircase to the second floor, above

the pure white, smooth bone sword stuck in his

longer formed the outline of the hanging man’s figure, leaving behind

even see his back through the

before suddenly laughing loudly. He said with a maniacal

really need to

my sincere eyes. I really want

I would truly become the vessel of the True Creator when ‘He’ descends in

that the person who had his crutch destroyed thanks to his hard work would be

to stand, but he couldn’t. He

To people like me, it’s the most miserable thing when there’s no

Creator who not only

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

reached Backlund. Haha, can you imagine that? I was being replaced bit by bit by ‘Him!’ In the

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

out a mouthful of foul

chiseled face suddenly turned

out to the

He’ll need large amounts of pessimism, despair, numbness, resentment and primitive evil. Only Backlund—only East Borough, the factory

knew that it was unrealistic to report this to the police simply through the people I interacted

to notice me, but I was

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,

opportunity. I killed a prostitute and used the cruelest method to attract the attention of the police, but who