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.

fell to the ground in pain, blood frothing at

Cough! Cough! Cough!

he opened his mouth

on? Klein was

him from resisting a cough, raising his right hand, and aiming the

be treated with his flesh and blood magic, the impact and backlash on his mind and spirituality couldn’t be nullified through this

driven by hatred. He forcefully suppressed his injuries and chased after Klein; thus, after continuously using

Bang! Bang! Bang!

pale gold, and silver beams of light quickly crossed the short distance

control his sneezing and coughing during the process. The bullets didn’t all hit Mr. A, with only two of them hitting Mr. A, and one of them drilling through

Sizzle!

pale golden-colored bullet to sink deep into his body. It quickly came to a stop and failed to deal

and the flesh around the hole in his

wasn’t dead, not

once the tenacious

longer making any attempts to attack. As for Mr. A, he was panting, and when he lowered his head again, he licked the bits of fragmented flesh and organs he had coughed

Klein ran

to the edge of a cliff which was over fifty

cliff, the slightly turbid Tussock River

hesitate and put strength into his legs

the weightlessness of a free

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

Cough! Achoo!

a half flips midway, and the positioning of

splashing sound, he struck the water surface, reducing into a thin piece

figurine quickly became moist,

far away, Klein’s figure formed as it shivered

were the remaining paper and bills in his

A, the ailment has

he wouldn’t have even had the time to use Paper Figurine Substitutes, and he would’ve suffered

hollow tube in his mouth, allowing it to rise out of the water and

was the Underwater Breathing

his nose, not letting the

he stealthily made his way to the shore, hoping

this isn’t a city. The powers of a Faceless cannot be used effectively. Otherwise, once I break away, Mr

that was the

For this pathway, apart from the wind, there’s also water, which means they’re

upstream,

soon as he emerged from the water and approached the shore, he saw Mr. A’s devilishly beautiful face, covered with fish scales

in his bright red robe, had the corners of his mouth

Church’s reinforcements arrive or for Mr. Azik to escape his

this moment, the two of them simultaneously looked at the sky as though it was

beautiful feminine figure was

was hooded and in a dark robe,

drawing, wiped out rapidly with an eraser, leaving nothing but his look of indignation and despair amidst the blankness and madness etched into his mind that was the only