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

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

on his revolver, raised his baton,

“…”

back that was opening up a gap from him. He wasn’t sure how the constable had so

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

Loenese. The constables 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 as he carefully proceeded forward. He picked up the die again and stuffed it into the extremely tiny ring box. In the box, the die had no

copy, stopped a

were relatively far away didn’t illuminate the area much. He wasn’t in a rush to study the ring box or the die

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

about the length

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

help from the other members of the School of Thought. This is because I’m unable to determine who did it. This

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

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.

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

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

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

to buy the die earlier!? Darkwill

stay any longer. He 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 that was on the route between the

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

thought of an idea as he paced around

Darkwill’s gaze swept across the News Report copy which he

of an excellent bodyguard—Gehrman

adventurer who could hunt

him? Right! I should paste notices in the bars where adventurers frequently appear! Darkwill nodded indiscernibly as he stuffed the items back

…

beyond the Rorsted Archipelago, in a small port belonging to Loen, the Black Death was docked there without

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

Demoness, scars

knocked on the door and

saw Tracy, her cheeks flushed red as she moved her