Lord of the Mysteries

Darkwill sprawled on the ground, momentarily forgetting to stand up. His mind remained blank.

Ever since he had matured, he had never encountered a scenario of tripping himself. After consuming the potions, his body had experienced enhancements to a certain degree, making it even more impossible. Now, for some baffling reason, he had fallen down in an inexplicable manner.

Did I step on something? Darkwill suddenly snapped to his senses as he struck down with his palm and rolled to his feet. He pretended as though the one who had just fallen wasn’t him.

He looked left and right without finding anything odd on the ground. Filled with puzzlement, he took a few difficult steps forward to pick up the milky-white die.

At this moment, a patrolling constable seemed to have sensed the disturbance as he jogged over with baton in hand while holding his other hand down on his revolver.

Upon seeing this scene, Darkwill suddenly felt worried, feeling suspicious that he had fallen for a trap.

They caught Old Man but haven’t come for me all this time. It’s because they were secretly observing me and waiting for me to find some clues?

Now, I’ve gotten my hands on this strange die, they’ve started taking action?

The official Beyonders are here to catch me?

Darkwill instinctively turned around and ran, but he had suffered a rather heavy fall, causing him to feel pain in his knees. He was momentarily only able to walk.

Seeing the patrolling constable approach him, and with him not being able to run, a scene of an underground prison instantly surfaced in Darkwill’s mind. In an environment with only an everlasting candlelight, locked with Beyonders who would heave intensely like monsters…

“What happened?” the patrolling constable pressed down on his revolver as he kept his distance and asked cautiously.

Darkwill suddenly felt an irrepressible fear. As his wrist trembled, the milky-white die he had just picked up fell to the ground again as it rolled a few times.

This time, six red dots pointed up.

Faced with the constable’s scrutiny, Darkwill replied with a trembling voice, “I just stepped onto a damn banana skin and fell.”

The moment he said that, he felt his heart skip a beat. This was because there wasn’t any banana skins on the ground.

Damn it. I was too nervous. I should’ve said that I tripped myself… Darkwill thought in frustration.

He decided to summon the owl perched on the roof opposite him, preparing to make a last stand.

constable gave him a glance

sure to watch where you place your feet when walking.

released his palm on his revolver,

“…”

up a gap from him. He wasn’t sure how the

his gaze and looked at the milky-white die which was sitting on the

me… Could it be all thanks to this? Be it my strange fall or my weird way of convincing the constable, it was all because of this? Is this that important Sealed Artifact

to his owl, Darkwill picked up the News report copy, stopped a rental carriage,

Because dusk was setting in, the street lamps which were relatively far away didn’t illuminate the area

second floor, he lit the wall lamp and chased the silly bird out of

a folded piece of paper about the length of a finger segment from the

paper and discovered that there were three paragraphs

seek out help from the

hand it to the

completely disappear. I wouldn’t even remember having an apprentice like you until I’m rescued. Remember, try your best not to use the die. It has living characteristics. The more you use it, the easier it is for it to awaken. It will roll itself when you aren’t watching it, even without any space. When it’s at ‘1,’ please trust me when I say that you’ll suffer from

and immediately realized the dumb act he

teacher, Roy King, he overcame his cowardliness and remained in Bayam, as well as sent out a cry for help

this meant that he might very well have been targeted by the

you say so earlier! No, why didn’t I head out to buy the die earlier!?

decided to leave his residence and buy a scalped ticket at night. He would head for Oravi Island early the next morning. That was an island

the items that could provide him with safety, feeling

he paced around and mumbled, “I need to hire a

must I spend? Amidst his thoughts, Darkwill’s gaze swept across the News Report copy which he

he thought of an

powerful adventurer who could hunt

the mission, I should be able to successfully arrive at Oravi Island if the “councilor” doesn’t take action… How can I find him? Right! I should paste notices in the bars

…

belonging to Loen, the Black Death was docked there without any scruples. It was being surrounded by

who had just taken a hot bath, wore a loose man’s shirt, and she finished the final treatment for her mostly

Demoness, scars weren’t

the door and entered

cheeks flushed red as she moved