Lord of the Mysteries

Cynthia could vaguely sense the deep pain and helplessness inside Admiral Amyrius’s heart. Without speaking further, she hugged him tightly and used her company to calm his mood.

After a simple dinner, Klein took a hot bath and entered the quietest guest room once again. He got into bed and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

Klein knew that with him having fully immersed himself in the “character” of Admiral Amyrius, Amyrius’s helplessness towards fate and the pain he needed to hide had resonated with his past experiences.

If I hadn’t figured out the concept of getting into character and being detached, then I might’ve lost myself… Heh heh, this is like some actors in my past life. They get too into character and are unable to detach themselves from it, causing them to suffer from mental problems… And to a Beyonder, mental problems might end up magnified… As Klein wallowed in his gloom, he got to learn what kind of person he was.

I never expected that a navy admiral who enjoys a high standing, a demigod saint, would still be faced with such helpless and painful experiences… Strength can bring abundance, but it’s not a solution to everything… Everyone wears masks, and this is the truest side of a demigod… Klein watched as the crimson moonlight turned brighter, dyeing all the furniture in the room red.

At that moment, through the resonating feelings with Admiral Amyrius’s experience and the contrasting differences, as well as the experience from his previous acting, Klein established a more multifaceted and realistic image of Amyrius. He also gained a clearer picture of his blurry self.

A person who’s very sentimental;

A person from Earth, but to a certain extent, a person who has been reconstructed into a new person because of the fusion with Klein Moretti’s memory fragments;

A person who didn’t spend too much time with the Nighthawks but has had that period of time deeply influence his actions and choices;

A person who tries to play safe and is afraid of danger but is able to change his mind at the critical moment;

A person who truly wants to skive, eat delicious food, travel, and enjoy life, but he has no choice but to be busy with more important matters;

A person who likes beautiful women, but he doesn’t give himself up to pleasure to keep to his principles;

A person who loves money but is willing to spend large sums of money for his siblings;

A person who hides his pain inside while showing a smile to others;

A person who’s used to lampooning inwardly but appears gentlemanly on the surface;

A person who can overcome his psychological traumas but never crosses his bottom line;

A person who feels embarrassed for his acting;

…

He’s also a guardian, a miserable wretch that is constantly fighting against threats and madness! the corners of Klein’s mouth curled up as he silently added.

These thoughts flashed through his mind as he seemed to come into contact with his true “self.”

Without realizing it, Klein fell asleep, his body and mind at peace.

…

the master bedroom, Cynthia had also

nightgown with her legs bare. She had a few layers of her blanket in between her legs

hand subconsciously scratched her skin, forming red streaks across them as tiny bumps were

surreal sea of stars, as well as

vision was pulled closer to it as

…

still had an indescribable scene still seemingly burned

did I have such a dream? He frowned as he turned

of Demoness of Pleasure Sharon, the exquisite doll-like Miss Sharron, Miss Justice whose looks were relatively blurry, Trissy Cheek, Tracy, and all the beautiful women he had met before. Then, he gave himself up to pleasure as he engaged in

normal response from suppressing his body when recently faced with temptation, but as a Seer,

observed his body and realized he was still erect, semen flooding out from his penis and causing

the result of an external influence… There’s an enemy! Klein was alarmed as he quickly

out of bed and quickly

and Creeping Hunger on him, equipping him with potent

the present situation, Klein didn’t attempt to head above the gray fog. He continued viewing himself as

expression, Klein carefully walked to the door

finally find the connection with the

chewing sounds, debaucherous moaning, angry roaring, and

was normal just moments ago! Klein gulped a mouthful of saliva as he used Cogitation to maintain

Vision to observe the situation outside the villa every

found the entire ordeal

and made the deep domineering aura emanate, repressing the unease that was wafting

his left hand, Klein twisted

step forward, he saw a red-vested attendant sitting

in front of

picked up a huge fish that seemed to have just stopped struggling, raised his head,

always

before. It was bloated as though he was seven or eight months

bit into the raw Dragon-Bone Fish, forcefully ripping out a piece of thick

from the corners of his mouth as his chewing sounds sent a chill

food in his mouth. His bloated stomach trembled as though he would blow up at any

observed the attendant carefully, and for some reason, he recalled the tramp stand-in

too much time thinking or making attempts to rescue the attendant who was ravenously consuming the

his feet and followed his spiritual intuition’s guidance, carefully walking

door, there were two maidservants. One of them was sitting on the other as she bent

shook the maidservant beneath her as she hurriedly urged her, “Quick, quickly

“Quick, quickly praise me!”