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

a terrible enemy… The Nighthawks, the Church of the Evernight Goddess, is quite a

the ceiling for a few seconds, and said in a deep

so easily discovered, that high-ranking deacon named Cesimir wouldn’t have just given a warning and not

but it’s relatively complicated and troublesome. It will cause certain losses and substantial danger. It might even affect that Goddess, so before you become a high-ranking deacon, making

then, I should’ve recovered and embarked

with a serious expression. After a while, he said, “You have a terrifying

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

is it?” Leonard

suddenly became low and

“Amon.”

…

south of the Bridge,

owners of the house that were enjoying their dinner heard

door, and through the peephole above

the door and asked somewhat fearfully, “Sir, is

the partners of the vampire, Emlyn White, the

right and sounds a little funny, it’s

he wore wasn’t a fake that he specially tailored. It was a product of his ordinary clothes and hallucinatory

do what a magician

Riverbay Avenue because he believed that Emlyn White’s companions had long since moved

the most basic thing

that Emlyn White was captured by the Nighthawks, the Mandated Punishers, or other official Beyonder organizations, and it was necessary to assume that he might

to perform an investigation by conducting

an ordinary citizen. Without taking off his hat, he

entered in a fluster and quickly brought back a man in his thirties wearing a

would you like to ask me?” the

at the door and

the residents

for a moment before

in a case. You have to tell me everything you know,” Klein

slight hallucinatory effects. It was to

owner suddenly came to

moved away so hurriedly more than a month ago… Most of the residents of Riverbay Avenue and the neighborhood knew the Whites

is good at using all kinds

Klein returned

an old medical skill that had no effect, anyone who received Mr. White’s treatment were cured. However, Mr. White also said that except for him, the other doctors who practice bloodletting therapy

food for themselves, isn’t it? The only thing that is useful was the medicine… This vampire family relied 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