Lord of the Mysteries

Black Spirit Body Threads that stemmed from different lifeforms appeared in Klein’s vision, but he didn’t immediately extend his spirituality to attempt to control them.

After distinguishing and confirming which Spirit Body Threads belonged to Molsona, he gulped a mouthful of malt bear as he began to focus on the boxing match in the ring, just like a real member of the audience.

The two boxers had their tops bare and didn’t wear any protective gear. They fought all-out, constantly clashing with each other as fist met flesh, and the situation quickly escalated to a fervor.

Many of the alcoholic gamblers had adrenaline pumping through them as they shouted for the boxer they supported passionately, yelling, “Kill him!”

“Finish that son of a b*tch!”

On the second floor, Molsona also forgot the cigar in his hand as he was fixated on the ring below, his hands clenched tightly into fists.

Apart from those who had to have their backs facing him because they were keeping tabs on any suspicious people or watching the important regions such as the rooftop or area beneath, the people around him couldn’t help but have their eyes peeled to the intense boxing match.

Klein raised his hand again, gulping a mouthful of beer as though he was out of breath from the tense atmosphere.

At this moment, his spirituality silently extended and grabbed onto the illusory black threads corresponding to Molsona.

One second, two seconds, three seconds… The brandy-nosed Molsona was just about to pump his fist a little as though he was in the ring himself when he suddenly found his brain go numb.

He felt the surroundings abruptly turn odd, as though several panes of glass were in between him and them.

Molsona immediately discovered that his thoughts had clearly slowed down, as though all the parts in his brain had suddenly rusted.

As the target was only an ordinary person whose Spirit Body was far inferior to that of a Beyonder, Klein took less than twenty seconds to achieve initial control over him.

Seven seconds!

All it took was seven seconds!

Oh no… Something wrong is happening… It’s likely… a Beyonder… with relatively… special powers… Molsona, who often interacted with pirates, was no stranger to the mysterious world. It was why he spent large sums of money to hire Beyonders to protect himself. If he hadn’t long destroyed his body with sex and alcohol, making his psyche relatively weak and his condition terrible, giving him a high chance of losing control if he were to consume a potion, he would’ve also wished to obtain supernatural powers himself.

At that moment, as his thoughts were slowing down and due to his lack of experience, Molsona spent more than ten seconds to figure out that he was under assault. He immediately reached out his arm and opened his mouth in an attempt to shout for help.

However, his actions were extremely slow, and his voice was weak. With a number of his bodyguards around him engrossed in the exciting and nerve-wracking boxing match, and the audience’s roaring in an ever-increasing crescendo, as well as all the guards along the perimeter putting their attention on any possible attack locations to protect their employer, his obvious abnormality ended up being neglected.

When the climax of the match received a temporary respite, a number of bodyguards and subordinates turned to look back at their boss, and they saw that his eyes appeared somewhat in a daze. His hands didn’t seem to be in the right place as if he was still caught up in the match, anxiously awaiting the final results.

The corners of the mob boss’s eyes had tears welling up as he tried hard to release his fingers to drop the cigar to attract the attention of his subordinates, but he discovered in despair that his line of thought was becoming highly impeded and stiff. Even a simple action needed more than a minute to complete, and his fingers were even resisting his will!

Pa!

as Molsona’s tears flowed down to his neck across his

and were just about to ask their boss if it was because the match was too exciting when Molsona suddenly bent down.

flicked the

didn’t know the market rates. All

New Party

was only an ordinary person, and his Spirit Body was even weaker than most healthy humans,

was any longer, he would’ve had to divert his attention to create an illusion to create some chaos, making the

“Kill him!”

“Kill him!”

…

match in the ring

a boxer collapsed to the ground unconscious, Molsona took a

to

Boss.” His bodyguards and subordinates immediately surrounded him, escorted him to the corridor on the second

Molsona paced around and opened a safe. He found documents involving

and an address he cut from the newspapers, as well as a total of 758 pounds in

he opened the door and

under the third street lamp around

subordinate

This was a rule!

candles and items with spirituality and used a pen and paper to carefully

candles, used cologne

The Fool’s honorific name, and he used ancient Hermes, which he originally didn’t know, to recite the corresponding incantation. Following that, he picked up the item with spirituality and let it fuse into the wind, constructing an illusory door with the transformed candlelight. If he couldn’t find any items with

floor, Klein took this opportunity by taking four steps counterclockwise and going

and instead, he directly stirred some of the powers of the mysterious space, combining it with the paper

transformed into an angel with twelve pairs of wings. It flew through the illusory and mysterious door, passing through the pitch-black depths of the void and

to disrupt any subsequent investigations via divination, prophecy, or

up Creeping Hunger and threw it into

arrived in front of

the frozen Molsona from a distance of dozens of meters away to immediately close his mouth and pick up

as two

obtained quickly weakened as

mind spin, but it didn’t take

nothing had happened, he left the washroom, returned to the bar counter, and continued

the same time, he found a rat on the second floor through the use of Spirit Body Threads, and he made it become his marionette

rather awkward and unfamiliar motions, and

lay silently on the

bit on the paper with the symbol corresponding to The Fool,

paper quickly ignited