Lord of the Mysteries

East Chester County, the Hall Family Manor.

Audrey sat at the dressing table and lit a candle.

Afterwards, she looked at herself in the mirror across from the slightly swaying light of the fire. Her green eyes gradually became deep, making it impossible for anyone who laid eyes on them to shift their eyes away, as if even their souls wished to drown in them.

“Audrey, you have to remain lucid tonight in the dream,” she said to herself softly.

This was a simple “psychological cue.”

The ancient folk song she had heard at dusk had inspired her to explore her dreams and see if she could enter the sea of subconscious sea and the spiritual skies of all living things.

This was an experiment that other Psychiatrists had never attempted. At least, there was no similar experiences in the reference materials provided by the Psychology Alchemists—giving oneself a psychological cue to explore their own dreams.

Perhaps I might be able to find traces of a mind dragon or even the City of Miracles, Liveseyd… Audrey withdrew her gaze; removed Lie, which was now in the form of a ruby necklace; and placed it inside a jewelry box.

She was afraid that the mystical item that amplified her emotions would affect her while in her dream and cause unnecessary harm; therefore, she removed it in advance out of caution.

After doing all of this, Audrey subconsciously looked at her reflection in the mirror and saw little blemishes on her face.

While wearing Lie, she felt that her beauty was intoxicating.

Wake up, Audrey. That’s only a lie! She lifted her right palm and caressed her cheek.

At that moment, she was very glad that she had chosen the name “Lie” for that mystical item. It kept her constantly alert; otherwise, she feared the day that she would one day be completely dependent on it and not want to face her true self. The day she lost it, it would be very possible that she would lose control.

Those girls who are relatively ordinary looking might never wish to take it off again after wearing Lie to perfect their looks. They might be willing to die to keep it on them… For a Beyonder, I can’t have such a state of mind either… Audrey sighed and stood up.

She walked briskly and expectantly through the warm room in her slippery silk robe, back to the soft, comfortable, and springy bed, and pulled a rope from the headboard.

Her personal maidservant, Annie, entered and gently extinguished the lights.

Before long, Audrey fell asleep.

In the hazy world, she suddenly jolted to her senses and realized that she was dreaming.

She looked around with interest and silently said to herself, Is this what’s known as lucid dreams in psychology?

In mysticism, there is a similar concept.

It’s really effective. I relied on a simple psychological cue that I planted in myself to get a lucid dream. Audrey, you really are a genius~ No, no, no, this is mainly an application of a Beyonder power. I mustn’t be arrogant.

At this moment, Audrey had already figured out what the current dream was.

She was walking along a dark, narrow road surrounded by a dark forest, and ahead of her was the castle with its spires.

the shrill and intermittent screams came from every direction, creating a dangerous and depressing

I’m still afraid that one day, many Beyonders would suddenly attack

slowly toward the castle that was almost identical to the

out of the dark forest. It was a gigantic dragon with golden scales all over its body. Its eyes were pale gold with vertical pupils,

the same as Audrey’s. When paired with its body, it gave off an indescribable feeling

having been a Spectator before, she was able to

really forgotten how she had almost lost control back when she consumed the Psychiatrist potion. Back then, her self-relief and the improvement in her mood was only superficial. The trauma had already taken root in the depths of her

my subconscious. I’m a Psychiatrist! If I continue to ignore this issue, I might lose control due to this fear when advancing to Sequence

and stopped, Audrey’s dream kept changing in an erratic fashion. It would’ve been considered quite an unsatisfactory

saw an arm-length magic staff sweeping

castle that was shrouded in the light

band came out from inside the castle as

powers at the very beginning… It really was a little

the edge of her dream. She didn’t care how the scene behind her changed, or how the story

walking for an unknown amount of time, she passed through the barren wasteland

the gray, blurry void extended into the distance. The area beneath

aware that this was the boundary of her dreams. Once she left,

fall to my death…

few seconds, she

the world of my mind. As the mistress of this place, I can use my will to open up a path for

thought of making the attempt, she tried to conjure what she thought, just like the way she did it above the gray fog. The only difference was that the former needed the help of Mr. Fool, and now she had to

out her right hand, pointing it downwards

front of her, the gray fog suddenly surged, revealing layers of stairs that led downwards, without an

slow breath, lifted her skirt slightly, and stepped onto the first

she continued down the stairs. The surroundings grew increasingly quiet, so quiet that it

from the gray fog. It was lonely and filled

from different directions, causing Audrey to sway

she lost control of her emotions, her green eyes shone with a warm light that seemed to be able to see through

Psychoanalysis powers to placate

point of light suddenly lit

a cautious look, only to see that the point of light was of herself—back when she had just consumed a potion and almost became a dragon monster.

Audrey vaguely understood where she was after she left her

she continued

to the theories of the Psychology Alchemists, the subconscious was at the bottom of her destination—the sea of collective subconscious for all

to her parents’ storytelling when she was young. She saw herself, someone who valued her image but wasn’t actually very elegant deep down. She saw herself

in my subconscious… They influence my character and behavior? Audrey instinctively analyzed what

coruscating points of light, there were several times where she was pushed to the verge of an emotional breakdown due to the lonely, aimless exploration, but she

as she was about to lose all sense of the passage of

blurry, gray “ground.” Above it, there were streams of light and shadows. They were dense and overlapping, like

to look up. To her surprise, the gray fog no longer blocked her vision as the clear

of different colors. They were lustrous brilliances that seemed to possess