Lord of the Mysteries
Chapter 683
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
were just about to ask their boss if it was because the match was too exciting when Molsona suddenly bent down. As he wiped his face,
money!” Molsona flicked the
as Klein didn’t know the market rates. All he could do
New Party had already become
only an ordinary person, and his Spirit Body was even weaker than most healthy humans, all it took was
illusion to create some chaos, making the bodyguards place their attention on protecting Molsona and not being able to discover
“Kill him!”
“Kill him!”
…
the match in the ring came to its
took a swig
want to
to the corridor on the second
paced around and opened a safe. He found documents involving all kinds of new drugs and selected
the newspapers, as well as a total of 758 pounds
he opened the door
under the third
The subordinate
This was a rule!
found three candles and items with spirituality and used a pen and paper to carefully draw the corresponding symbol of The Fool—a half Pupil-less Eye which represented secrecy, and the Contorted Lines which represented
used cologne to
into the wind, constructing an illusory door with the transformed candlelight. If he couldn’t find any items with spirituality, Klein had planned on using Molsona’s blood. A human’s blood was
on the first floor, Klein took this opportunity by taking
and instead, he directly stirred some of the powers of the mysterious space, combining it with the
twelve pairs of wings. It flew through the illusory and mysterious door, passing through the pitch-black depths of the void and arriving
was to disrupt any subsequent investigations via divination, prophecy, or other Beyonder
of that, Klein picked up Creeping Hunger and threw it into the ritual’s
the real world thanks to the bestowment ritual, and it arrived in front of Molsona. Having not eaten for a long time, it immediately
moment, Klein, who had returned to the washroom, controlled the frozen Molsona from a distance of dozens of meters away to immediately close his mouth
crack opened in the middle of the glove as two rows of illusory, white,
of the marionette he obtained quickly weakened as he
made his mind spin, but it didn’t take long for him to
he left the washroom, returned to the bar counter, and continued drinking the malt beer he
floor through the use of
awkward and unfamiliar motions, and it took quite
on the ground as there was nothing
with the symbol corresponding to The Fool,
paper quickly ignited and
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