Lord of the Mysteries

On the undulating sea, inside an ancient and dark sailboat.

Alger Wilson stood in front of a window, considering the report he had to produce when he arrived at Pasu Island. It was at that moment when the endless gray fog and a figure lording over him appeared.

He then saw a dark red glow and saw a blurry figure resembling The World. He then heard the figure’s calm words.

After hearing it, Alger’s eyes widened. He found it difficult to suppress his joy as a strong sense of bewilderment and shock emerged within his heart.

He remembered very clearly that The World had only promised The Sun to obtain the Notary potion formula within three days at the last Tarot Club gathering. He hadn’t mentioned anything related to the Ocean Songster potion formula, but in just days, this gentleman had obtained the rare Sequence 5 formula and even its main ingredient!

What did he do exactly? Alger muttered silently to himself as he couldn’t help but recall Gehrman Sparrow’s cold and formidable appearance. He found the man more and more unfathomable.

Is this the advantage of being a Blessed? Yes, I just received the news yesterday that Gehrman Sparrow boarded the Future last week in Nas. On the one hand, it proves that Admiral of Stars is indeed The Hermit, and on the other hand, it means that what The World did last week was extremely important. For example, entering those dangerous waters in the eastern front to obtain something. Therefore, he had no choice but to seek The Hermit’s help? As such, he advanced and became a Sequence 5 powerhouse?

This can explain how he obtained the Ocean Songster potion formula and its main ingredient in the span of a few days… But what did he do exactly? Don’t tell me that he killed someone from the middle-upper echelons of the Church? Alger couldn’t help but frown.

He quickly calmed his heart as he focused on another matter.

Although instantly obtaining the formula and main ingredient delighted and excited him, making him feel that becoming a Tarot Club member was a turning point in his life, he still needed to pay for it!

What can I give The World… Alger fell into deep thought, depressed to realize that he didn’t have any items or money of equal value.

He subconsciously paced about his window.

…

Above the gray fog, the busy World vanished as Klein cast his eyes on Groselle’s Travels which he had brought above the gray fog.

This book comprised of yellowish-brown goatskin was silently placed on the long bronze table. It didn’t appear special in any way, appearing so ordinary that only history fans would notice it.

Klein conjured a pen and paper as he cautiously wrote the first divination statement: “This is the Spectator pathway’s Uniqueness.”

He was most worried about this point, as it meant that he couldn’t seal the book above the gray fog. It might bring about unexpected accidents, but carrying it with him made it possible for him to be sucked into the book at any time. That would be very problematic.

the spirit pendulum on his left wrist, composed himself, and

the topaz pendant was

a negative

isn’t the Spectator pathway’s Uniqueness. Then, there’s no need to be too afraid… Klein thought for a few seconds before divining if Groselle’s Travels was

he thought for a long while before penning a new divination

There was a high chance that the Uniqueness was in the hands of the Twilight Hermit Order. Therefore, the chances of

leaned back into the chair and

world cracked open as the sky turned extremely dark. It was

a sliver of light appeared first along the horizon

a floating

huge continent that could hold several

grayish-white in color. Huge boulders revealed their outlines, and above them, there were dozens of erect hundred-meter-tall stone columns. They either stood independently or

colors—grayish-white, scarlet-red, yellowish-bronze—as well as some made of ice, were flying over the continent and the one-of-a-kind city. At times, they would land on a stone column to rest as they overlooked

one was about the size of King of the

in as a palace with a height of

interior had stone columns erected, propping up a dome. The space was so large that it allowed any dragon to move freely

made of yellowish-brown goatskin. Its

the book, a

outlined,

with two black holes. His mouth and nostrils had white matter stained with blood spew

above the gray fog gently trembled as it pacified everything. Klein quickly recovered as he gritted his teeth

hurts! It

in no way inferior to the Eternal Blazing Sun. I didn’t even discern ‘His’ looks

so many epochs, spanning two to three millennia, just prying into the mystery was enough to put me in such a sorry state. If not for the gray fog’s

Eternal Blazing Sun, but one had died long ago, while the other is still alive. It just begs

Klein recast his gaze on Groselle’s Travels. He tapped the mottled table’s edge and muttered silently, This book’s “author” is

written by an ancient god, a storybook that can automatically deduce the

likely hadn’t encountered the ancient sun god and was fine. After all, it would take some time to go from the City of Miracles, Liveseyd, to the Giant King’s Court. And before Groselle was swallowed by the book, the Giant King’s Court was

prank? A toy used to kill “His” boredom? Or could it be that the Dragon of Imagination had foreseen some of the future. “He” specially created this book to leave behind a chance for “Himself” or the dragons to resurrect. However, he underestimated

to verify them. After some consideration, he thought

above the gray fog. Once I encounter any trouble, I’ll immediately return… Yes, I’ll make the attempt after I’m no longer with Edwina and Anderson. I have to be careful and cautious… Klein nodded as he divined if leaving Groselle’s