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. I was imagining

his palm on his revolver,

“…”

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

gaze and looked at the milky-white die which was sitting on the ground in silence. He slowly

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 which Teacher was taking care of? Darkwill quickly made certain connections as he carefully proceeded forward. He picked

the News report copy, stopped a rental carriage,

the area much. He wasn’t in a rush to study the ring box or the die

the silly bird out of his room. He sat in front of his desk and repeatedly checked

he took out a folded piece of paper about the length of a finger segment from the bottom of the

of paper and discovered

do not seek out help from the other members of the School of Thought.

thing that you need to do. Bring the die to Oravi Island and hand it to the bellman, Carnot, in the port city.

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

Darkwill subconsciously sighed and immediately realized the dumb act he

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

that he might very well have been targeted by the

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

He would head for Oravi Island early the next morning. That was an island that was on the route between the Rorsted Archipelago

charms, my revolver, my bullets… Darkwill quickly counted the items that could provide him with safety, feeling concern

quickly thought of an idea as he paced around and mumbled, “I need to hire a bodyguard.

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

thought of

powerful adventurer who could hunt a

in the bars where adventurers frequently appear! Darkwill nodded indiscernibly as he stuffed the items back

…

to Loen, the Black Death was

Admiral Ailment Tracy, who had just taken a hot bath, wore a loose man’s shirt, and she

Demoness, scars weren’t a

on the door and

her cheeks flushed red as