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

Tap! Tap! Tap!

over. Its lifeless eyes stared straight at the ancient and

puffed out, he aimed

Bang!

corpse suddenly staggered as a penetrating wound appeared in its

Bang!

puffed out his cheeks again and

head of the corpse shattered as

wasn’t a fatal injury to the corpse. It

Klein took a step back and

Pa!

rose from the ground, enveloping the corpse and igniting its outer

Tap! Tap! Tap!

continued to charge

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

began to burn, and the flames grew more and more intense. It gave off the strange feeling as though a candle was

corpse, which had turned into a torch, arrived in

same time, a flame rose

Klein’s shoulder

the red light and reappeared in the farthest

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

met before. Well, not as good as Mr. Azik’s descendant… If it weren’t for me, they

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

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

make the back

dared to help the youth who was badly mutilated in the neck and shoulders, afraid that he might turn into a zombie at

saw a clown, wearing flashy clothes with red, yellow, and white paint covering his face, walking

that was personally created by

he asked in a hoarse voice, “Who was

It seemed as if the teenagers were still in a daze. It took them a few seconds before they pushed

claimed to have a deep understanding of death and wanted to lead us in

9, a Corpse Collector… Of course, he might not be

of

“All of

had been scared witless by what had just happened

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

he was

someone blurted out,

in a low voice,

spoke, a mist spread out, and his

course, those

The young men and women repeated the words

wind blew past, they trembled once more,

…