Lord of the Mysteries

The Cathedral of Serenity looked particularly beautiful at night. It complemented with the crimson moon high up in the sky that coldly illuminated the land.

Leonard entered his single room, took off his two red gloves, and tossed them onto a wooden table.

With a grim look, he sat in front of the patterned glass window, his back facing out as he bathed in the moonlight.

After ten seconds of silence, he said softly, almost gritting his teeth, “So you’re a Parasite!”

Leonard’s voice echoed faintly in his own ears, muffled by obvious anger, tension, a sense of loss, and fear.

In the blink of an eye, a slightly aged voice resounded in his mind.

“You can say that.”

“What exactly do you want? Are you a being that’s leeching my life through your parasitic means? Or are you waiting for me to become stronger, so you can directly devour my Beyonder characteristic, just like cultivating a humanoid potion?” Leonard’s voice was suppressed, but in no way slow.

The slightly aged voice in his mind laughed.

“I’m your fortuitous encounter; didn’t you always think so? You believe yourself to be unique and the protagonist of this era…

“In fact, you aren’t acting as arrogant and self-conceited as you usually do. Ultimately, you’re wary of me. Hehe. After I taught you the acting method, you didn’t even focus on studying it. All you did was a very superficial attempt at it. You wasted a very long time before you digested it and even hid it. You didn’t pursue the Nightmare potion.

“It was only after you met with the spawn of the True Creator and suffered a setback were you willing to advance to Sequence 7. Your regret has made you hallucinate.

“Leonard, think about it carefully. Would I not understand the Church of the Evernight Goddess? When I dealt with them, even the so-called Chanis hadn’t even been born yet.

“Would I not know that the Church of the Evernight Goddess knows of Parasites? Would I not realize that the Red Gloves would grasp certain secrets to prevent the infiltration of High-Sequence Beyonders?

“But did I ever stop you from joining the Red Gloves?”

After a few brief changes in expression, Leonard finally fell silent, saying nothing.

The voice in his mind laughed again.

“Do you feel like you have aged faster than your real age? No, right? I can live for at least another hundred years. I’m not in a hurry to take over my host’s life.

“As for your Beyonder characteristics, humph. We aren’t even in a similar pathway that allows exchanging. If I swallow it, it would be equivalent to drinking poison, making me half-crazy and increasing my chance of losing control. Do you think that I would do that?

“Evernight is grouped with Giant and Death, while my Beyonder pathway’s goal is that of the Apprentice and Seer.”

Leonard looked at his body which was illuminated by the crimson moonlight. After some thought, he asked again, “What exactly do you want to do? What is your purpose?”

slightly aged voice

I already tell

host to recover slowly, and I have to hide from a terrible enemy… The Nighthawks, the Church of the Evernight

and said in a deep voice, “Will you be discovered by

high-ranking deacon named Cesimir wouldn’t have just given a warning and not send all of you

might even affect that

recovered and embarked on my own

he said, “You have a terrifying enemy? Who is

chuckled and said, “I don’t know his name, but I do know his

it?”

voice suddenly became

“Amon.”

…

the Bridge, 46 Riverbay

owners of the house that were enjoying their dinner heard the tinkling of

peephole above the door’s lock, she saw a policeman

fearfully, “Sir, is there anything I

the partners of the vampire,

monsters! Although this doesn’t sound right and sounds a little funny, it’s how

that he specially tailored. It was a

Magician had to do what a

Riverbay Avenue because he believed that

another residence was the most

Nighthawks, the Mandated Punishers, or other official Beyonder organizations, and it was necessary to assume that he might be dead

Klein wanted to do was to perform an investigation by

arrogance of a low-ranking policeman towards an ordinary citizen. Without taking off his hat,

and quickly brought back a man in his thirties wearing a

like to ask me?” the man asked

the

you know the residents of Unit

The male owner was stunned for a moment

tell me everything you know,” Klein said with a

was also disguised, augmented with slight hallucinatory effects. It was to

suddenly came

residents of Riverbay Avenue and the neighborhood knew the Whites and their son. He was a handsome but eccentric young

good at using all kinds of

Klein returned with a

White’s treatment were cured. However, Mr. White also said that except for him, the other doctors who practice bloodletting therapy are quacks.”

on bloodletting therapy to help treat patients while receiving “food” as compensation. If there weren’t many patients, or if their blood was very unhealthy, would they consider going to a distant hospital to steal blood from a blood bag and drink it? For such monsters, they really are