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

Tap! Tap! Tap!

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

retreated, his cheeks puffed out, he aimed at the corpse and simulated the

Bang!

as a penetrating

Bang!

puffed out his cheeks again and fired another Air

corpse shattered as rotten liquid

the corpse. It only slowed down

seeing this, Klein took a

Pa!

enveloping the corpse and igniting

Tap! Tap! Tap!

rushed through the flames and continued to charge forward like

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

corpse didn’t feel any pain as it passed through the flames, but gradually, its body began to burn, and the flames grew more and more intense. It gave off the strange

corpse, which had turned into a torch, arrived in front of Klein as

rose up and engulfed both him

corpse grabbed Klein’s shoulder

the red light and reappeared in the

strength and stopped struggling. It quickly melted

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

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

had bitten one of the youths, they didn’t dare to run away, alone, in the deep, dark

back of their

mutilated in the neck and

drum, they saw a clown, wearing flashy clothes with red, yellow,

an illusion that

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

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

wanted to

from his performance just now, this fellow shouldn’t be a Spirit Medium. At the very most, he would be 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,

all of

“All of you

what had

companion who was moaning in

he was bitten by a hyena that often

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

him as he replied in a

out, and his

those

of hell?” The young men and women

wind blew past, they trembled once more, supported their companions,

…