Lord of the Mysteries

The old butler, Funkel, was fleeing across a barren field in the wilderness.

He had lost his hat, his neatly combed gray hair hung in an unkempt manner, and the outer layer of his clothes were muddy.

Huff. Puff… He paused for a moment, panting as he looked behind him. He felt slightly more at ease when he realized that there was no one around.

However, when he turned his head and was about to change direction, he discovered that a figure had appeared in front of him.

The figure wore a hooded, classical robe; its face was dull and expressionless while its black eyes were hidden in the shadows.

Funkel’s pupils constricted. He opened his mouth and tried to say a word in ancient Hermes, but he was surprised to find his nose disappearing and his voice gone.

A look of despair suddenly appeared on his face. Then, like a stain in the void, his entire body was seemingly wiped clean with a cloth, and not a single trace was left behind.

…

Achoo! Achoo! Cough! Cough!

In the face of Mr. A’s looming attack that spelled certain death, Klein was infected by an illness. His headache and fever made it difficult to use Flame Controlling or Flaming Jump.

At that moment, he couldn’t even produce Air Bullets.

Fear of the unknown took over his mind. The Clown’s intuition for danger “saw” himself split into the smallest particles of light, perhaps taking away any chance of him reviving.

In an instant, Klein reached into his pocket and took hold of an object.

This was his answer to the most dangerous situation he could think of ahead of time!

No matter what kind of situation he was suddenly placed in, a Magician had to be prepared to a certain extent, so that he wouldn’t panic in the middle of a battle.

Klein took out Azik’s copper whistle, brought it to his mouth, and blew hard over the sneezing and coughing!

Without any stirring motions, he saw, through his Spirit Vision, a geyser of white bones spewing out as they rapidly sketched out the appearance of a huge messenger with black flames burning in its eye sockets.

And at that moment, the pages in the book in front of Mr. A stopped flipping, and the distant voice suddenly came to a halt.

A misty green brilliance surged out, and the bone messenger, that was almost four meters tall, cracked and crumbled into countless specks of pure light.

Behind it, the force that had caused Klein to go in circles was the first to crumble. The figure in the black double-breasted frock coat was then enveloped, turning into a statue made of yellow sand which was blown away by the wind.

However, the scattered sand were white spots, as if they were shreds of paper that had been torn to the limit.

Klein’s figure appeared on the other end, genuflecting and coughing uncontrollably.

If it wasn’t for the skeleton messenger blocking the blow for him, then he wouldn’t have been able to suppress his ailments and use Paper Figurine Substitute!

And after that ordeal, his illness worsened to the point of him losing almost all forms of resistance.

At that moment, Mr. A, who had failed in his fatal blow, suddenly coughed in a way more violent manner than Klein.

in pain, blood frothing

Cough! Cough! Cough!

difficulty, he opened his mouth and attempted to lick them back into his mouth

Klein was

cough, raising his right hand, and aiming the revolver at Mr.

vaguely understood something—while Mr. A’s injuries could be treated with his flesh and blood magic, the impact and backlash on his mind and spirituality couldn’t be nullified through

power to slowly heal the damage to his Spirit Body, but he was driven by hatred. He forcefully suppressed his injuries and

Bang! Bang! Bang!

fired all the bullets in the revolver. Bronze, pale gold, and silver beams of light quickly crossed the short distance

with only two of them hitting Mr. A, and one of them drilling through his forehead

Sizzle!

a pile of rotten flesh. This caused the pale golden-colored bullet to sink deep into his body. It

and the flesh around the hole in

wasn’t dead, not even

once the

no longer making any attempts to attack. As for Mr. A, he was panting, and when he lowered his head again,

coughing, Klein ran in random directions, occasionally

to the edge of a cliff

slightly turbid Tussock River surged

didn’t hesitate and put strength into his legs

plummeted, feeling the weightlessness

air as he attempted to adjust his posture in midair, transforming into a standard

Cough! Achoo!

flips midway, and the positioning of his body and palms failed to be in

he struck the water surface, reducing into a

figurine quickly became moist,

the bottom of the river not far away, Klein’s figure formed as it

already soaked, as were the remaining paper and bills in his

the ailment has abated… Klein

use Paper Figurine Substitutes, and he would’ve suffered internal bleeding and instantly

kicking his legs to keep himself afloat, Klein created an invisible, hollow tube in his mouth, allowing it to rise out of the water and bring

the Underwater Breathing

out through his nose, not letting the turbid gas he breathed out pollute the

stealthily made his way to the shore,

isn’t a city. The powers of a Faceless cannot be used effectively. Otherwise, once I break away, Mr A definitely wouldn’t be able to find me… While swimming, Klein instinctively had this

of a problem, and that was the wind-controlling Beyonder power Mr. A previously

this belongs to the pathway of the Lord of the Storms… For this pathway, apart from the wind, there’s also water, which means they’re especially effective for underwater activities… Underwater activities… Shepherd is so all-rounded and terrifying! Klein’s heart almost

suddenly swam upstream,

from the water and approached the shore, he saw Mr. A’s devilishly beautiful face,

who was floating on the water surface in his bright red robe, had the corners of

I’ll try to hold out until the Church’s reinforcements arrive or for Mr. Azik to escape his predicament! Without hesitation,

of them simultaneously looked at the sky as though

beautiful feminine figure was quickly

and in a dark robe, its

eraser, leaving nothing but his look of indignation