Lord of the Mysteries

Light suddenly faded from where Ince Zangwill disappeared, staining the area with the richest and deepest darkness.

In the darkness, the sounds of melodic chanting could be heard. It was quiet and tranquil, hypnotic even. Even the countless pale arms flailing upwards underneath the pitch-black water seemed to slow down, no longer as frenzied as before, as if they had won redemption for their souls.

In such a “dark night,” a figure walked out. It was none other than Ince Zangwill who had just been dragged into the spirit world.

Compared to before, he had lost the bonnet on his head. The clothes on his left shoulder were tattered, and a piece of flesh had been torn off. Faint yellow pus bubbled out one after another.

His eyes were no longer indifferent, but filled with pain, as if he was suffering some unimaginable torment.

The 0-08 quill continued writing.

“Some might feel regret, while others might rejoice. Ince Zangwill had the umbilical cord of the evil god which came from the baby in Megose’s womb. It was from the True Creator, and through the umbilical cord, he successfully escaped from the restraints of the unknown existence and forcefully returned to the real world, but as a result, he had lost that mystical item. In addition, he would suffer the ire of the evil god’s spawn from having failed to descend for a short period of time.

“This made his strength appear like some kind of commodity in a department store during a change of seasons, with only 55% left. Yes, this number is extremely accurate.”

…

In a street in the depths of East Borough.

Old Kohler hurried back to his rented apartment, carrying some ham in a paper bag.

He looked around warily, afraid that those ravenous wolves around him would pounce on him and steal his New Year’s gift.

He had seen wolves back when he was still in the countryside, but to his surprise, he was able to experience that familiar feeling in Backlund.

It’s still too expensive. I can only split the cost with someone else and cut it into pieces… This is enough for the new year holiday. I can eat two slices of ham for every meal. Three slices, no—at least five slices of ham. I can cut some of them off and stew them together with the potatoes. I don’t even need to add salt… With this in mind, Old Kohler looked at the ham in his arms, seeing the white spots mixed in with the red meat, his throat couldn’t help but twitch and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

As he walked, he felt the fog around him grow thicker. The cathedral’s clock tower that was still relatively clear in the distance was gradually swallowed by a mixture of iron-black and pale yellow colors. Even the pedestrians around him were reduced to blurry shadows once they were ten steps away.

Old Kohler suddenly felt like he has been forgotten by the world as he raised his palm to cover his nose.

“Why does the fog smell so bad today?” he muttered, and he quickened his pace.

One step, two steps, three steps. Old Kohler felt his face heat up and his forehead start to burn.

His chest tightened, his throat felt uncomfortable, and soon he was experiencing difficulty breathing.

Have I fallen ill? Damn it, I still want to have a good new year’s, and now I can only send my savings to the clinic or hospital… No, perhaps I’ll be fine with some sleep. I’ll be fine sleeping with a blanket over me! Old Kohler silently muttered to himself as his head grew hotter and hotter and his senses became more and more muddled.

Gasp. Gasp. Gasp. He heard his own labored breathing, and his hands went limp as the bag of ham fell heavily to the ground.

Old Kohler instinctively bent down to pick it up, but he ended up falling to the ground.

He held the bag of ham and tried to keep it in his arms.

moment, he thought there was thick phlegm rushing up his

blurry vision, that a few steps away, someone else had also fallen and was gasping for breath. He was about the same age

he understood that he

his own wife and children, who, like

same room were still chatting and

until they were found stiff under a bridge or some

died from headaches, some of them died from accidentally falling into molten steel, some of them died from

what he had heard from a drunk

the wind blows. It’s even

coming… Old Kohler suddenly

of his old jacket for the crumpled cigarette he had always been unwilling to

body would suddenly become ill. It wasn’t like he had never experienced such a dense

his life was back on track, moving in a direction that was sufficiently nice for him. Furthermore, he had been paid in

no longer had the

last of his strength to shout out the words that had been building up inside of him, but he could only let the frail words linger at

heard his last

himself ask,

…

apartment at the edge

the last piece of clothing she had washed and waited

at the sky outside, somewhat unsure of the time due to the thick fog which

we’ve already done

could rest, but it also meant that they didn’t have enough work which would

breath, turned around, and looked at her eldest daughter, Freja, who was wiping her hands and casting her gaze towards the vocabulary notebook in the

left Backlund and have gone on vacation elsewhere. We can’t go on

spoke, she walked

definitely won’t have enough servants and might hire temporary kitchen cleaners. I plan on inquiring. Freja, you stay at home and pick up Daisy when the time comes. We need income, but so do the

every woman, who didn’t work in the factories, had to be skilled or aggressive enough in order

Freja answered briskly, “Alright.”

on the

opened the door when she stumbled and fell

her face flushed red, with every joint in her

panic and

wrong with you?

Liv began to

you’re sick—sick! I’ll take you to the hospital immediately!” Freja tried

expensive. Cough—Let’s go to a charity hospital. A charity hospital, I can wait. It’s n-not a big

burst into tears and her vision

lungs burn, and her body went limp as she fell

the closet, cough—in

to say something, but not a sound came out from her mouth. Her

was their bedroom, their bunk beds. On top of it was her

body suddenly