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.

moved backwards

Tap! Tap! Tap!

corpse with a pale face and a foul stench rushed over. Its lifeless eyes stared straight at

his cheeks puffed out, he aimed at the corpse

Bang!

as a penetrating wound appeared in

Bang!

cheeks again and fired another

shattered as rotten liquid

It only slowed down for a moment before it

seeing this, Klein took a step

Pa!

bright flame rose from the ground, enveloping the corpse and

Tap! Tap! Tap!

flames and continued to charge forward

Pa! Pa! Klein kept snapping his fingers, causing red flames to appear on the ground,

through the flames, but gradually, its body began to burn, and the flames grew more and more intense. It gave off the strange feeling as though

turned into a torch, arrived

the same time, a flame rose up and engulfed both him and

Klein’s shoulder

red light and reappeared in the

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

all the zombies and wraiths that I’ve met before. Well, not as good as Mr. Azik’s descendant… If it weren’t for

he turned around and ran, while the seven to eight youngsters scattered in a flash. However, when they realized that they were the only ones in

how the corpse had bitten one of the youths, they didn’t dare

back of their necks

the youth who was badly mutilated in the neck and shoulders, afraid that he might turn into

wearing flashy clothes with red, yellow, and white

was an illusion that was personally created

his surroundings but didn’t pursue the black-robed man. Instead, he asked in a hoarse voice,

few seconds before they pushed out a trembling boy who replied, “He… he’s our language teacher in

a deep understanding of death and wanted to lead us in the search of the mysteries

a Gravedigger. In fact, he might only be at Sequence 9, a Corpse Collector… Of course, he might not be from the Death pathway and simply joined the Numinous Episcopate because of his adoration…After Klein got the exact location where Kapusky stayed, he thought for a moment and said, “You guys can go back

all of

he emphasized again, “All

what had just happened all frantically nodded. They prepared to leave with

her companion who was moaning in pain on the

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

someone blurted out,

replied in a low voice,

a mist spread out, and his figure disappeared from where

course, those were all

The young men and women repeated the words

cold wind blew past, they trembled once more, supported their companions, and left the place without daring to look

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