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.

this process, he moved backwards in

Tap! Tap! Tap!

foul stench rushed over. Its lifeless eyes

cheeks puffed out, he aimed

Bang!

corpse suddenly staggered as a penetrating

Bang!

his cheeks again and fired another

corpse shattered

injury to the corpse. It only slowed down

this, Klein took a step

Pa!

flame rose from the ground, enveloping the corpse and igniting

Tap! Tap! Tap!

and continued to charge

causing red

as it passed through the flames, but gradually, its body began to burn, and the flames grew more and more

into a torch, arrived in front of

a flame rose up and

grabbed Klein’s shoulder but only

red light and

have exhausted all of its strength and stopped struggling. It quickly melted under the

wraiths that I’ve met before. Well, not as good as Mr. Azik’s descendant… If it weren’t for me, they would all be dead here today.Klein shook his head

scattered in

one

the back of their

No one dared to help the youth who was badly mutilated in

like a drum, they saw a clown, wearing flashy clothes with red, yellow, and white paint covering

illusion that was personally created

the black-robed man. Instead, he asked in a hoarse voice, “Who

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

a deep understanding of death and wanted to lead us

at Sequence 9, a Corpse Collector… Of course, he might not be from the Death pathway and simply joined the Numinous

all of you will

again, “All of you will

been scared witless by what had just happened all frantically nodded. They prepared to

her companion who was moaning in pain on the ground and asked, “Will… will he be

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

and someone blurted out, “Ex-excuse me, may I ask, how we should

as he replied in a low voice, “I’m just a

spoke, a mist spread out, and his figure

course, those were all

The young men and women repeated the words softly, each having their

trembled once more, supported their companions,

…