Lord of the Mysteries

After looking around, Klein, who had found nothing else, returned to the stone pillar-propped ancient palace.

He sat at the head of the long bronze table with his eyes half-closed. He examined his spirituality growth with the number of members he could draw in.

Including the empty positions that I could handle from before, I can still recruit four new members. However, there are no suitable targets at the moment… Klein shook his head and muttered before returning to the real world to busy himself for a good dinner.

After slicing potatoes, boiling beef, adding onions, and stir-frying them for a while, as well as sprinkling seasonings like sugar and pepper, Klein poured the prepared hot water into the saucepan, covered it with a lid, and turned the fire down.

I have to admit that a Magician’s Flame Controlling is a good helper in the kitchen… Ever since I got it, my culinary skills have clearly improved… If it wasn’t for the loss of control, the monsters, the searches, and the evil gods, the world would be at peace and perfect if everyone was dedicated to using their abilities without causing public damage… Klein sighed and left the kitchen to enter the living room.

As the light from the wall lamps spilled out, Klein, who had been planning on flipping through magazines and wait for the appropriate time to throw in the potatoes, carrots, and the proper amount of salt, he couldn’t help thinking about how to act as a Faceless.

Just after waking up this morning, my spirituality had completely stabilized. I discovered that although there aren’t any signs of digesting the Faceless potion in me, I do have a certain level of harmony. This is a phenomenon that never happened after consuming the Seer, Clown, and Magician potions…

With this in mind, Klein looked up at the oriel window. As it was already dark outside, it had become like a mirror, faithfully reflecting Sherlock Moriarty with his black hair, brown eyes, beard, and gold-rimmed glasses.

Klein nodded thoughtfully.

Perhaps it’s because I’ve always been acting as Klein Moretti. Yes… In a way, Sherlock Moriarty is just Klein’s disguise — not someone else.

Although I’ve received many memory fragments and gained some of the original’s feelings that previously existed, in essence, I’m still a guest from an alternate world. I am Earth’s keyboard warrior, Zhou Mingrui.

I’ve been through so much in the last five months that sometimes I even think I’m Klein Moretti.

Amidst the silence, many thoughts flashed through Klein’s mind, giving him a lot of insight.

However, I’m still Zhou Mingrui who’s donning the skin of Klein Moretti… Someone who has never given up the idea of returning… He slowly closed his eyes. When he opened them again, the figure reflected on the oriel window had already changed.

It was a young man with dark brown eyes and short black hair. His facial features were unremarkable, and he appeared refined, but he had obvious eye bags with an inkling of a double chin.

This was Zhou Mingrui from Earth.

Long time no see… Klein sighed, raised his hands and rubbed his face.

By the time he lowered his arms, he was back as Sherlock Moriarty.

After this period of contemplation and adjustment, he inexplicably felt that the gap between his spirituality and the potion had reduced significantly, and there were signs of them slowly blending together.

No wonder Nimblewright Master Rosago’s teacher, yes—perhaps his teacher would say that you can disguise yourself as anyone, but you are ultimately yourself… This is likely a core rule of a Faceless’s acting method. Once one forgets this point, it would be easy to forget yourself amidst the constant changes, eventually turning into a monster. Klein felt enlightened when he recalled what he had previously obtained via spirit channeling.

back, quickly coming up with a plan for

conclude the actual acting rules for a

through the Tarot Club, gather information about mermaids, in preparation to complete

get the Solar High Priest potion formula to help Little Sun advance to Sequence 7, so that he has the clearance to obtain the method for removing a Rampager’s mental corruption on a Beyonder

my hopes on Little Sun. I should still

mood was slowly turning staid, snapped his fingers, reducing the stove’s fire in the kitchen as the fragrance of

moment, he heard

was none other than

drizzling and the ground was wet, Jurgen was still dressed meticulously. He even wore a

very familiar with Jurgen,

“Sherlock, I’m leaving Backlund on Monday next week

initiative to deduce, smiling as he asked, “You

shook his

and insisted on taking him with her. I’ve already asked; as long as we put him in a cage and buy a full-price ticket, he can board

the smell in the third-class carriage is enough to overwhelm the stench of cat poop…

too happy to

to part with

pressed his hat and changed

here to inform you that if you need to be released on bail or settle any legal disputes during this period of time, you can go to my colleague. Here is his business card; I’ve

informant for the Machinery Hivemind, and I won’t be remanded at the police station under normal circumstances… Klein thanked him with a smile, took the name card, and slipped it

raised his hand and said, “I still have to visit the rest

I must wish your family a happy new year in advance.” Klein

closed the door and sat back down in

the flame which was licking the bottom of the pot in the kitchen, there were no other sounds coming

table, contracts, cupboards, pens,

looked out the window at the dark night and the street lamps emitting a

“The new year…”

…

the City

sides of the street, most of the houses had collapsed. Only a few could barely hold on,

light didn’t reach far, Derrick Berg saw the completely collapsed walls and streets

sides of the streets were half-collapsed houses, with a tiny minority barely standing. However, their surfaces were mottled and filled with signs

structures which were different from the

experienced a long history with a

six teams

to the gods and yearning for a response. They