Lord of the Mysteries

Meow!

The black cat’s cry echoed in the open area that was surrounded by the secluded forest. Regardless of whether it was the adult black-robed man or the fifteen-or sixteen-year-old boys and girls, all of them simultaneously cast their gaze onto the corpse lying in the middle.

A gust of cold wind blew, and the black cat landed on the ground, staring at the human who had just thrown it. It kept flicking its tail around.

All of a sudden, its fur stood on end again. Then, exerting great force with its hind limbs, it jumped up and fled in another direction.

Unfortunately, whatever it did had failed to attract any attention. All the humans present had their attention focused on the motionless corpse.

Seconds turned to minutes, but the corpse didn’t undergo any anticipated changes.

“Another failure?” One of the teenagers moved closer and crouched down, poking at the dead man’s skin with his fingers.

“There’s no reaction.” He turned around halfway and spoke to the man in black and his companions.

At this moment, he felt a gust of wind hit his face from beneath him.

With a swoosh, the corpse sat up!

The youth was startled and immediately cheered in surprise, “It’s a success! It’s a success…”

Before he could finish his sentence, the corpse grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him into its arms. Then, it opened its mouth and bit down, producing a sound and causing blood to splatter.

“Ah! Help!” the youth screamed in horror and retreated with all his might, but he couldn’t break free.

The corpse raised its head, revealing rows of white teeth, as well as bits of flesh hanging between its teeth, and blood flowing from its mouth.

The black-robed man was stunned for a moment, then he took out a whistle that was brass in color. He put it in his mouth, and blew on it.

Then, he said in Hermes, “I command you in the name of Death!”

As his voice echoed in the air, the corpse stopped chewing and momentarily froze on the spot.

The youth, whose neck and shoulders had been mangled by the bite, similarly collapsed as if he had lost his soul. The dirt around his nether regions was completely moist.

“It really is possible…” the black-robed man muttered in pleasant surprise. He pointed at the corpse and once again said in Hermes, “Get up!”

The corpse abruptly stood up, then it threw back its shoulders before quickly running into the depths of the secluded forest.

“Come back!” the black-robed man cried out in surprise, but the corpse showed no signs of stopping.

He blew his whistle again and shouted with dignity, “I command you to return in the name of Death!”

With those words, the corpse disappeared into the woods.

“I ordered you to return…” the black-robed man stood rooted to the spot in stupefaction as he mumbled to himself in a daze.

In the woods, Klein held Azik’s copper whistle and the matchbox in one hand. He kept lighting matchsticks and shook his wrist to extinguish them before throwing them to the ground.

process, he moved backwards

Tap! Tap! Tap!

stench rushed over. Its lifeless eyes stared

puffed out, he aimed at the corpse

Bang!

corpse suddenly staggered as a

Bang!

puffed out his cheeks again and fired

corpse shattered as rotten liquid dripped from

to the corpse. It

this, Klein took a step back and snapped

Pa!

flame rose from the ground, enveloping

Tap! Tap! Tap!

corpse rushed through the flames and continued to charge

Klein kept snapping his fingers, causing red

gradually, its body began to burn, and the flames grew

had turned into a torch, arrived in front of Klein

same time, a flame rose up and

grabbed Klein’s shoulder but

dissipated in the red light and reappeared in

all of its strength and stopped struggling. It quickly melted under the dark green flames, turning into ashes and oil

as Mr. Azik’s descendant… If it weren’t for me, they would all be dead here today.Klein shook his head and walked through

eight youngsters scattered in a flash. However, when they realized that they were the only ones in the area, they timidly stopped and returned to the

the awakening of a corpse, and how the corpse had bitten one

would make the back of their necks feel

at each other. No one dared to help the youth who was badly mutilated in the neck and shoulders, afraid that he might turn into a zombie at any

short silence that made their hearts beat like a drum, they saw a clown, wearing flashy clothes with red, yellow, and white

an illusion that was

surveyed his surroundings but didn’t pursue the black-robed man. Instead, he asked in a hoarse voice, “Who was the one who presided over

a daze. It took them a few seconds before they pushed out a trembling boy who replied,

death and wanted to lead us in the search of the mysteries of

Sequence 9, a Corpse Collector… Of course, he might not be from the Death pathway

of

emphasized again, “All of

had been scared witless by what had just happened all frantically

moment, a young girl with smooth hair pointed at her companion who was moaning in pain on the ground and asked, “Will…

doctor. Say that he was bitten by a hyena that often eats rotting meat.” Klein ignored them and headed

woman looked at each other, and someone blurted out, “Ex-excuse me, may I ask, how we should address

replied in a low voice, “I’m just a gatekeeper of

he spoke, a mist spread out, and

course, those were all

hell?” The young men and women

of bone-piercing cold wind blew past, they trembled once more, supported their companions, and left the place without daring to

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