Lord of the Mysteries

Amidst the gunshot, Anderson’s body suddenly collapsed to the floor, using an amusing manner to dodge the bullet.

As for Klein, who didn’t fully understand the situation, he jumped to the side and activated his Spirit Vision while pulling out his revolver.

At that instant, his first reaction was that Anderson had gone overboard in his hunting last night and was now the target of revenge. He only wished to shout, “I don’t know him! It has nothing to do with me!”

At the table beside Anderson Hood, a stout man dressed in a shirt with rolled-up sleeves threw forks and knife, and he suddenly drew an already loaded double-barreled hunting rifle, aimed at the ground, and pulled the trigger from a commanding height.

These series of actions were nearly simultaneous with the hotel’s boss, but they were simply one step slower due to the many steps involved.

Bang!

The scattershot sprayed out countless tiny shrapnel, riddling the ground with holes. Although Anderson had dodged in time and avoided most of the blast, he was still struck by a portion of the shrapnel as his sides were immediately left mangled.

Just as Klein was about to kill the stout man with the double-barreled hunting rifle to help Anderson Hood get out of danger, he realized that the man suddenly turned blank, just like the hotel’s boss. He was then filled with alarm and horror as though he had jolted out of his stupor.

That’s not right. They’re not the true assailants… Klein rationally stopped attempting to pull the trigger. He quickly swept his gaze across the restaurant.

Discovering nothing with his Spirit Vision, he tapped his left thumb on the first segment of his index finger twice, activating his Spirit Body Threads vision.

At this moment, all the ladies and gentlemen in the restaurant had stood up in a fluster due to the sudden shootout. All of them were rushing for the exit.

When passing by the tumbling Anderson, an elegantly-dressed lady with pretty good looks suddenly paused. She released the dark-colored glass bottle she held in her hand and poured it at the Strongest Hunter.

Sizzle!

Anything that was splashed by the liquid rapidly turned black as it suffered intense corrosion. Anderson covered his face and leaped up, dodging this attack once again.

Immediately following that, a gentle and cute lady, a gentleman with newspapers, a red-vested waiter, and a five-year-old child whose hands were stained with sweets attacked Anderson Hood in all kinds of manners.

Flour, lit matchsticks, fruit knives, boiling coffee, and concentrated alcohol beverages inundated him as almost everyone in the hotel’s restaurant seemed to have one goal—kill Anderson Hood!

In this abnormally dangerous situation without any Beyonder powers involved, Anderson, who had been surrounded with no way to escape, employed an array of actions—leaping up, sending tables flying, igniting items ahead of time, barely managing to avoid suffering damage to any vital spot—and didn’t suffer any serious damage.

Meanwhile, Klein also noticed something abnormal.

In a corner of the restaurant which was blocked by a decorative cabinet, there was clearly thin, illusory black Spirit Body Threads extending from it, but it was silent over there.

chaotic and panic-stricken restaurant, it appeared

and guests exhibited after attacking Anderson, they didn’t become marionettes. This is another kind of control… An illusion, an emotion seed of a Desire Apostle, or could it be an influence on one’s psyche? Klein suddenly

up to the hotel’s second floor. Then, with his

don’t know wish to kill me and have actually rose to arms? Man…” Just as he spoke, Anderson pulled his right rib

why Klein had abandoned approaching the target to attempt

Apostle, as the attacks by the manipulated passersby were targeted and precise, without showing any observe signs of preparation. And Klein had

Psychiatrist released from Creeping Hunger, Klein always suspected that Toscarter Island had a mission or figure related to the Psychology

control on the left side of the mind, it was rather similar to that of the Spectator pathway. Klein had long believed that a Manipulator very likely belonged to the Spectator or dragon pathway; thus, making the outline of the

in Toscarter Island. They also sent a Sequence 4 demigod go watch over it. This demigod influences certain pirates and makes them unknowingly do his bidding,

check, Klein looked at Anderson and indifferently said to him, “It’s likely that one or several of the pirates from last

can

are innocent. Thankfully, I didn’t attack back, or I would become the main

“…”

of Klein’s

had been pirates with Beyonder powers, or Mandated Punishers, or priests

Anderson threw up his hands as he said in realization, “You mean he doesn’t want me dead and only wants to give me a

and

“Yes, to apologize.”

what that demigod is up

difficult position, he said with great difficulty,

up, patted his coat, and prepared

and rushed to the entrance of the staircase ahead of Klein. He yelled, “I’m sorry! It was my

can talk about

paused for a second and repeated again, “I’m sorry! It was

can talk about

slow claps sounded on the first floor as a figure appeared at

the bend, but Klein instinctively moved his gaze away as though he didn’t wish to know what

his arms or aiming his gun. It was as though he had been cued and had lost the intention

not a face-to-face hypnosis, which is why I could detect it. But if I was directly targeted, the repercussions would be unimaginable… I can be influenced now. In the way Miss Justice would explain it, the other party will use the sea of collective subconscious to silently arrive beside my island of consciousness, and then they would do something to a certain extent? Klein came to a realization as he had the sudden urge to

the demigod? Klein roughly understood that the other party wished to communicate with Anderson in private; hence, he didn’t resist and walked to the stairs before

five minutes, Anderson knocked on his door,

Klein asked without much

a

do something. As