Lord of the Mysteries

Klein turned his gaze to the forest where light could hardly penetrate through its denseness, having gained a rough idea of where he was.

This was the Waning Forest which Groselle guarded when he was at the Giant King’s Court.

The trees in the forest were tens of meters tall, and the thickness of the trees was the arm span of several giants. However, their barks were mottled with signs of rot everywhere. The leaves and twigs were mostly withered and dropping as they interwove with each other like a dark cloud floating in midair.

Groselle and similar-looking giants guarded the boundary of the forest, either carrying axes or broadswords, fully concentrating on defending the area.

According to Groselle, this Waning Forest has the bodies of Giant King Aurmir’s father and mother buried in it. Apart from this ancient god, no one else is allowed to step inside, including these guards… Yes, Giant King Aurmir’s parents should be so-called original giants, the kind that was the craziest, cruelest, and most ferocious. Perhaps… Eh, why would Groselle have such a dream? As Klein was in thought, he suddenly sensed something amiss.

According to his random conversations in Pessote, the present Groselle was a native giant who had nothing to do with the Giant King’s Court.

Therefore, having such a dream made it appear rather abnormal!

From the Psychology Alchemists’ theory which Ma’am Daly and Miss Justice have discussed before, perhaps the book world will use or clone the original character’s subconscious or collective subconscious when creating a character. Then, it would make minor changes, making the consciousness fulfill the required settings. Therefore, Groselle’s dream will be influenced by his subconscious, reproducing life in the Giant King’s Court… if that’s the case, it can only be said that this book is a cruel author… The moment Klein thought of this, he suddenly had an idea. He felt that this was an opportunity for him to gather relevant information on the Giant King’s Court.

He previously planned on directly learning about such matters through Groselle. But in order to keep his promise, the Giant Guardian had died in the battle with King of the North Ulyssan. After his Spirit Body left the book world, it quickly dissipated without giving him any chance of communicating. Now, he finally had another method, which was to explore Groselle’s dream.

There had to be parts of it that were ridiculous or exaggerated, but the remaining content had to be a true reflection of reality. As long as an approach of careful study is employed, it’s not impossible to distinguish the two.

Groselle never entered the Waning Forest, so the scenes inside must stem from his imagination. There’s no need to explore it… Klein slowly cast his gaze onto the mountain where the king’s court was.

It wasn’t tall, which meant that the Waning Forest was on a mountain rather close to the king’s court. It was probably just a straight path from there to the ancient god’s residence.

Klein didn’t waste time searching as he walked straight to Groselle and acted like he knew him well. He asked in a relaxed tone, “How should I return to the king’s court?”

He knew that Groselle was an honest giant, and he would only be more honest in his dream.

Groselle raised his hand to scratch the back of his head as he looked down with a confused look. He said with a smile, “Isn’t it simply by taking the Barren Tunnel?”

pointed ahead and added, “You’ll see it when you circle around

as he said

Klein depart, Groselle scratched the back of his head again, muttering to himself in confusion,

opened up before Klein’s

it was a single vertical eye, a high nose, and plush lips. It looked like a giant’s head had been squeezed in to

Klein approached, the mouth on the stele

are you returning to the

intelligence level of all the

on the stele opened and closed as it let

answer a question; otherwise, you shall not

If only I brought along Arrodes, it should be rather fun to see what happens… Klein lampooned as

“Okay.”

stele’s lips closed for

wife, daughter, and a woman you covet ask you to judge

as his mind raced. Using nearly ten seconds, he answered, “My intelligence is insufficient to determine this matter. I will assign someone who is more intelligent than me

that can get me killed? He gritted his teeth as he

Who is this more intelligent person?” The giant’s face on the stele froze for a few

answered, “Of

before it said, “Alright, I’ll consider it

the strange stele and walked

sides and top of the cave were filled with murals, speaking of stories of the giants and dragons battling the demonic wolves, mutants, devils, and phoenixes. The drawing style was crude and the color choice was dark. However,

He discovered that there were swaths of withered weeds, as well as all kinds of coarse gravel in between the stone panels and the bottom of

and the decline of

huge grayish-blue open door. Standing on each side

guarding this place were different from Groselle and the others. They wore solid and beautiful iron-black armor and

stop Klein and allowed him to pass through the door and enter the

could be seen clearly, and it could probably only hold five to

was observing his environment, he suddenly halted. Then, the hall seemed to be pulled up by

before finding his footing. All he saw were grayish-black walls flashing by as they kept sweeping