Lord of the Mysteries

Whoosh! Gasp!

The loud panting sounds entered Klein’s ears in a slow and rhythmic manner. It left a chill running down his spine as he felt an inexplicable sense of horror, but he didn’t feel any dangerous foreboding.

It wasn’t only him. Cattleya, Frank Lee, and the other pirates also heard the panting sounds. They either turned their heads, looked outside, raised their weapons, or were on high alert, showcasing their rich experience.

After trying to discern the source, Klein discovered that the intense panting stemmed from the ruin ahead of them. It originated from a spot between the peak made of stones and stone columns.

At that moment, Bloodless Heath Doyle floated out of the shadows. He clasped his head and softly grunted in pain.

“There’s a corpse…

“There’s a corpse there!”

Corpse? A corpse that pants loudly? Klein’s thoughts raced. Cattleya, who had subconsciously removed her heavy glasses and looked towards the ruins, had her expression suddenly turn solemn. She turned her head towards the pirates in the dining hall and said, “Quick!

“Quickly circle around that area and do not approach it!”

Her voice contained a magnetic allure that jolted everyone awake. The sailors rushed out of the dining hall and headed for spots that needed help. Under Navigator Ottolov and Boatswain Nina’s instructions, they adjusted the sails and changed direction, passing by the ruins from a relatively great distance.

Only when the peak formed by stone and stone columns vanished beyond the horizon did Bloodless Heath Doyle lower his hands; his expression no longer in pain.

Upon seeing this scene, Klein narrowed his eyes. He felt that this Rose Bishop, the second mate of the Future might be a huge latent risk on this voyage.

This wasn’t because of his contempt towards Beyonders of the Secrets Suppliant pathway, but a judgment he made from combining the Admiral of Stars’s description and how Heath Doyle had reacted.

Just now, Heath Doyle was the only one in pain while everyone heard the loud panting. He instinctively believed that there was a corpse buried in the ruins, and Cattleya’s reaction after her observation proved his words.

That means that even if Heath Doyle doesn’t proactively listen to the True Creator’s voice, just by having the Beyonder powers of a Listener is enough to make him hear more than the average person and most Low- and Mid-Sequence Beyonders in ordinary environments. Hence, he was affected the most and obtained more information on the danger when we encountered the panting sounds while being sufficiently close to the source of the sounds.

Here, it doesn’t mean that problems can be resolved by avoiding similar ruins. Because according to Cattleya, these waters are filled with voices that can make a demigod lose control⁠—voices that shouldn’t be heard. If Heath Doyle were to be in an inadequate or overly adequate state one day, he might end up hearing those lethal whispers.

Similarly, even if a Sequence 6 Rose Bishop is inferior to a demigod who is good at listening, the gap can’t be too huge. In terms of the Die of Probability, just 2 points⁠—not 1 point⁠—is enough to have Heath Doyle hear voices he shouldn’t hear to go mad or lose control… I have to warn Ma’am Hermit even though she should’ve long figured this out and made the corresponding preparations… Klein retracted his gaze and heard his stomach groan softly.

He had yet to have breakfast.

At this moment, beer was splashed across the floor. Butter had been splattered everywhere. All kinds of food—roasted fish, toast, white bread—were strewn across the floor or hanging off of something. All of them had become somewhat dirty.

It should still be edible by peeling off the outer layer… Klein looked at a piece of bread that was leaning on a table leg, in a dilemma on his course of action.

was at odds

lunch, Cattleya instructed the chef,

P-perhaps

rearing of monsters?

as before. It was a smoked pork sausage and two utterly burnt toast, as well as a cup of unsedated light beer that was treated as

Klein showcased his eating skills from back when he was studying

deck. He was having an after-meal stroll

was illuminated by a midday sun as it was

distance and saw a

lusters due to

the point of

parted before becoming clear. It was comprised of four gigantic columns

legendary columns that held up the sea. They extended downwards and stably stood there, holding up

charred black without any hint of greenery. In its depths,

was a long screech that was emitted

loud and unrestrained, but it gave people a hair-raising

saw two steeds that seemed to be tempered from gold rush

amplified as she hurriedly had

“Look down!

“Don’t look at it!”

subconsciously lowered his head upon hearing those words and looked at

the deck was becoming brighter before it dimmed and was rapidly

in the ship again without any obvious emotional

gold and the beautiful chariot they pulled behind it had vanished. The diamond pillar silently supported the floating island as resplendent glows swirled around

floating island. What would happen if I hadn’t lowered my head and had watched the golden chariot charge forward? Klein looked around as

to eight meters away from

the ashes floating in midair, Klein vaguely knew the outcome

I had hired Mr. Hanged Man, even if he was the one steering the ghost ship, we might’ve already been wiped out by now… No, if the Future hadn’t arrived at its destination ahead of time without giving me any time to prepare, I would’ve long sought out Will Auceptin’s advice. A magician never performs unprepared… Besides, if I had hired Mr. Hanged Man, I definitely would’ve purchased

visiting the floating island to explore it. He left the Future to pass it

the rest of the time, the sea was like the outer world. There

saw fire embers floating on the surface of the sea, but he didn’t find any signs

and

about to leave the deck for the dining hall, he

which had remained in a midday state no longer had any sunlight

change was so sudden and fast that Klein’s first reaction was to wonder who had switched off the

a layer of resplendent stars