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.

gave him a glance

to watch where you place your feet when walking. I was imagining that you

his revolver, raised his baton, and

“…”

a gap from him. He wasn’t sure how the constable had so easily

milky-white die which was sitting on the ground in silence.

here don’t need to suck up to 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 which Teacher was taking care of? Darkwill quickly made certain connections

report copy, stopped a rental carriage, and hobbled

proceeded forward. Because dusk was setting in, the street lamps which were relatively far away didn’t illuminate the area much. He wasn’t in a rush to study the ring box or the die inside. He patiently waited

he lit the wall lamp and chased the

of paper about the length of a finger segment from the bottom of the

the piece of paper and discovered that there were three paragraphs written in

after the appointed time, then I must’ve been betrayed and have been arrested. Therefore, do not seek out help from the other members of the School of Thought. This is because I’m unable to determine who did it.

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

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 worse than a direct death. This is because almost everything you do will end in failure,

is very dangerous… Darkwill subconsciously sighed and immediately realized the dumb act he had

to rescue his teacher, Roy King, he overcame his cowardliness and remained in Bayam, as well as sent out a

meant that he might very well have been targeted by the person who betrayed Roy

didn’t I head out to buy the die earlier!? Darkwill raised his hands and yanked

He would head for Oravi Island

that could provide him with safety, feeling concern over his lack of combat

around and mumbled, “I

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

thought of an excellent bodyguard—Gehrman

could hunt

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 where adventurers frequently appear! Darkwill nodded indiscernibly as he stuffed the items back into his packed suitcase. With this plump owl,

…

belonging to Loen, the

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

a Demoness, scars weren’t

the blonde female attendant knocked on the door and entered the captain’s cabin

she saw Tracy, her cheeks flushed red as she moved her gaze