Lord of the Mysteries

In a dark and sturdy room, Derrick Berg, who had feigned unconsciousness, suddenly rolled to his feet.

His Axe of Hurricane had already been taken away by someone and sent for inspection. Every pocket on him had also been emptied out, leaving nothing behind.

Derrick took a breath and looked around steadily.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up with two sun-like beams, causing everything in the room to be reflected clearly in his eyes.

The furniture here consisted of only a table and two chairs. Apart from these, there was also a stone-paved floor with strange patterns on it.

A half used candle was placed on the table. This was standard issue for rooms in the City of Silver because monsters could suddenly appear if the darkness prevailed for too long.

Without any hesitation, Derrick sat down and reached for the candle.

Then, he broke the candle and divided it into three sections—one was three-quarters the length of the original piece, and the other two were halved from the remaining quarter.

After Derrick’s modification, the three candlesticks’ cores were completely exposed.

Pa!

He rubbed his fingers together, creating a golden flame that lit up the three candles.

The two at the top represented Mr. Fool, and the remaining one symbolized Derrick himself.

After finishing his preparations, Derrick didn’t continue to burn the herbal powder according to the normal processes. Instead, he poured in the essential oil and leaned back, softly chanting the honorific name of The Fool and quickly entered Cogitation.

He read it over and over again, monotonously, as if he were hypnotizing himself.

With the help of Cogitation, Derrick entered a strange state where his mind was in a deep sleep and the spirituality was dispersing. He felt adrift, but also seemed to maintain a strange lucidity. His psyche kept dispersing upwards as it rose in height.

This was “artificial sleepwalking.”

Derrick, with the permission of Mr. Fool, could simplify some of the unnecessary steps.

…

Above the gray fog, within the towering, ancient palace.

Klein, who was fiddling with the All-Black Eye, suddenly saw the crimson star that symbolized Little Sun burgeon with light, condensing into a human shadow, and the power of the mysterious space was stirred a little.

Upon seeing this, he couldn’t help but feel relieved. This meant that Little Sun had already completed the relatively dangerous part of the operation, and he only needed to “round up” the situation.

Klein didn’t delay, and he immediately put down the All-Black Eye and picked up the Dark Emperor card.

He instantly rose in level and authority, forcing the stirred power in the gray fog to submit to him.

Then, he picked up a paper figurine, flicked his wrist, and threw it towards the crimson star corresponding to The Sun.

The paper figurine and the flowing power intertwined and quickly expanded into a gigantic angel with twelve pairs of pitch-black wings.

and overlapped with the illusory figure of Little

turning into ashes in less

could no longer affect the situation of the City of Silver. As for whether his “angel substitute” could help Little

and with all the hard work put in, all you can do is wait for fate’s arrangement.

…

angel descend before him with an aura that covered the heavens, wrapping him with twelve

as three candles burned quietly in

Mr. Fool, Derrick finished the ritual and extinguished the two candles which were part of the original

pulled them out and created a bright, golden flame in

drip, drip. The two candles quickly melted, dripping its wax onto the remaining candle or

candle burnt away completely, there was only one candle left on the table. It was shorter than before, but it wasn’t very obvious. It seemed like it had only been burning for a short

traces, Derrick extinguished the last

up in silence, staring ahead. For a long

was worried that the six-member council wouldn’t react fast enough, allowing the exploratory team members to corrupt more residents of

the others would find additional

“outsiders,” who lurked in the depths of the darkness,

had avoided the expedition without warning Darc and the rest, causing

painfully eliminated a classmate who could

Darc’s ultimate end, he believed that a man who had transformed into that state was already no

while experiencing those mixed feelings. Midway, he even rekindled

of the seal being removed

yellow candlelight, a woman in a black skirt walk in. She had her hair tied up in

Derrick

her eyes. She smiled and nodded in response, then she walked over with light footsteps and sat down across

you have anything you wish to say?” she asked

instinctively lifted his head and looked over, only to suddenly discover that her pupils had somehow turned

mind went adrift as he seemed to enter a

adjusted the candle flame, letting the dim yellow light completely shine on

pupils became increasingly indifferent,

of faint light appeared in those pale golden vertical pupils.

felt himself drifting away into the endless darkness and countless

that moment, he suddenly became clear-headed. He felt as if something had ingeniously caught him in that state

the flickering yellow candlelight and Aiflor sitting across him with her pale

corner’s shadow, a grizzled Chief,

the Chief, Aiflor asked Derrick, “What have you been doing

and maintained the same state

as if I was in a dream. Only occasionally will I have

time as his reply, two complex dark green

you know that you

hanging upside down on a cross and a man in a pointed hat and a crystal monocle. Yes, I saw him back at the dungeon… He had opened his mouth and spoke with a smile….”

the Chief and pressed,

one thing… He said with a

to tell the Chief the name of the Fallen Creator and

with the content on the murals at the bottom

then?” Aiflor’s voice remained abnormally