Lord of the Mysteries

No way. I haven’t gone anywhere… Has the far-reaching hands of trouble come on its own? Klein revealed a grimace that didn’t match Gehrman Sparrow’s persona. He nearly drew a gasp.

The only thing stopping him from doing that was because it would cause quite a stir, making “trouble” discover his hiding spot!

No longer a green Nighthawk, he rapidly made up his mind. He held his breath, slowly stood up, and moved to the side of the metal gate, without a sound. He secretly and silently looked in the direction of the incoming footsteps.

He believed that, since hiding and avoiding it wasn’t necessary useful, he had to determine the danger revolving around the situation so as to make the best choice!

The two miniature suns in his eyes dimmed as Klein waited for nearly a minute as he heard the footsteps turn heavier and clearer. Following that, he heard the clanking sound of a metallic gate slamming into the wall.

Following that, he saw a towering figure appear on the right of the corridor.

The figure was nearly 2.5 meters tall and wore black, full-body armor. The cold feeling it exuded seemed corporeal like a gigantic knight.

His aura was converged, and he was staid like the deep sea. In the space where his eyes were, there were two deep-red glows that flickered. In his hand was a long and broad black sword.

Creak!

He pushed open the metal gate to a cell and stepped in. He circled the cell, seemingly in search of something.

Man… Is he trying to find a particular prisoner? I’ll definitely be discovered if this continues… Klein hesitated for a moment and wondered if he should leave the cell and search for a way out before the figure came close, or to sneak an attack to finish the target in a clean swoop before continuing to huddle in a corner to await the end of the dream.

After judging how much time he had left to think, Klein quickly took off the topaz pendant on his left wrist and began divining with a voice that perhaps only he could hear.

“That knight from before is very strong.”

After quickly repeating it seven times, Klein opened his eyes to see the topaz pendant turning clockwise at a high frequency and large amplitudes.

This meant that the target was an extremely dangerous existence!

Without any hesitation or time to hesitate, Klein used the Beyonder powers of a Clown and controlled his muscles to pull open the metal gates without causing any additional stimulation.

Then, he took the opportunity when the black-armored entity entered another cell, to gently walk out into the corridor and rapidly headed left with his body crouched.

In the immense darkness, as he listened for any commotion behind him, he maintained his stealthy and swift motions, quickly making a bend and arriving at a metal gate which opened outwards. It looked like an exit.

Attempting to push and pull, Klein discovered that the metal gates weren’t heavy, but it had been locked.

After two seconds of thought, he took out the key he picked up inside his cell, inserted it, and twisted it without holding out much hope.

A light click of a latch opening sounded as the metal gates unlocked.

That works? Although it’s a dream, you can’t just have a randomly picked up key be an important item… I originally planned on folding some paper to insert into the keyhole and repeatedly slice at it, bit by bit… Klein slowly pushed open the door as he lampooned while thinking in puzzlement.

To his disappointment, what stood behind the metal gates wasn’t the exit but a hall filled with junk.

him in passing, he locked it again and circled around the items randomly strewn around, in search

in a corner. Therefore, he carefully approached

his mind. It was a storage room, and on the right was a full-body mirror. And to its right was a figure wearing a

been forced to leave his comfort zone, Klein decided to take hold of the initiative in a limited fashion. Therefore, he gently twisted the

on the general situation, so as to determine where to engage in combat or flee at the critical

a short linen robe hurriedly but

adventurer,” Klein succinctly

had already used his night vision to discern the

his eyes and mouth, but his hair was raven-black and lustrous. There wasn’t a

short linen robe was ancient and simple. His expression was distorted due to the pain. His rarely seen pure black eyes were filled with unconcealed surprise

“Adventurer?

you

certain distance from the man who was difficult to discern whether he was considered young

others, introducing yourself is a necessary form of

a Faceless, just the short act of sizing him up from before had made him grasp the man’s features.

as he worriedly glanced at

best you close the door. We cannot be caught by that

muscles on his face clearly twitched as though he had recalled something

extended his hand back to close the black

heaved a sigh

apologize. I

an ascetic of

it, you aren’t a devotee of any of the seven deities.” Klein discovered a problem with his

directly said it out loud. Even the high priest of the Church of Sun and the bishops of the Church of Storms wouldn’t come to blows the moment they met in such a

a self-deprecating laugh, “That’s right. I worship the original Creator. ‘He’ is an omnipotent and omniscient existence, the source of everything great. ‘He’ is the Beginning and the End. ‘He’ is

this person revered the original Creator, Klein’s first reaction was

of people who believe

you end up

east of the Sonia Sea is where my Lord sleeps. ‘His’ sacred mountain is hidden

by that devil, and one by one, we

I seized the opportunity to escape the cell

know the name

manner. “I do not know his exact name, but many pilgrims seem to

of Darkness? A demigod? Is this Leomaster’s dream, or is it the demigod’s dream? From the outcome of my divination, it’s likely the latter. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be that dangerous… Klein was about to continue asking which organization Leomaster was from and determine the Beyonder powers of the Saint of Darkness when he suddenly noticed the full-body

was in a dangerous dream, carefully walked over and planned on using the powers of

sense Klein’s intention as he cried out softly

looked at the mirror again

figures. One of them was Leomaster with his numerous wrinkles and raven-black hair. The other was the thin-faced,

moment, the Gehrman Sparrow in the mirror slowly moved his head even though

rippled as a hand reached

just the blinking of his eyes, the Gehrman Sparrow, who looked identical to him, crawled out of the mirror. His face was tainted

might’ve been woken up out of fright… Klein calmly looked at his counterpart and raised his left hand which swirled with a layer of