Lord of the Mysteries

Lower Lip District. 13 Canine Street.

The plump Ulika was sitting on a sofa with his tiny dark brown eyes and skin. Wrapping a dried yellowed tobacco leaf and ten different kinds of Southern Continent herbs and spices together, he cut it into long strips.

Then, he held his self-made East Balam smoke pipe in his hand and brought it close to the matchstick his subordinate had lit. The end blackened and curled as it glowed red.

Biting at its end and taking a deep suck, Ulika slowly exhaled white smoke that was tainted with light blue hues. He looked at the visitor on the single-seater opposite him and said, “This is what a cigarette is. A real cigarette.

“The ones in the Northern Continent are only suitable for children!”

The person sitting on the single-seater was a man in his forties. He had a high nose, blue eyes, and gentle facial contours. His black hair was thick and curly. His skin color wasn’t too dark, but neither was it fair. He resembled a mixed-blood between someone from Loen and Balam.

He chuckled upon hearing that as he replied in Dutanese, “Unfortunately, I have zero interest in any kind of cigarettes.”

“Enzo, you don’t know how to enjoy life at all…” Before Ulika could finish his sentence, his powerful spirituality that was a result of his pathway had warned him of some danger.

The way it suddenly came and appeared in such a pressing manner made Ulika instantly determine that the problem wasn’t trivial.

He had yet to leap away from where he was sitting when all he saw was darkness. It was as though he could directly see the night sky outside. A strong sense of sleepiness overwhelmed him as he felt a level of serenity from the bottom of his heart.

Along Canine Street, be it the houses with lit lamps or extinguished lamps, it became abnormally silent at that very moment. It was as though no living being lived in them, or that everyone had fallen asleep at the same moment.

At this moment, the snoring and slumped Ulika suddenly leaped up. His eyes wore the strange combination of a reverie and lucidity.

Behind him, a nearly illusory girl with pale skin was stuck to his back at some point in time!

This girl’s eyes were bluish-green, and her lips were jet black. Her eyes were silently looking to the side, and her ghastly pale and translucent limbs had drilled into Ulika’s body as though she was a spirit that couldn’t be shaken off.

Her existence brought a chill to his Soul Body, making Ulika barely resist his abnormal sleepiness as he broke free from the influence of a Nightmare.

Before Ulika could completely regain his lucidity, he instinctively rushed to the staircase. Extending his palms, he exerted strength towards the front as though he was pushing a door that didn’t exist.

In a blink of an eye, a difficult-to-describe bronze door covered in mysterious patterns appeared in front of Ulika. It wobbled and creaked before cracking open a gap.

an endless darkness. In it were indescribable eyes that watched

of squirming and strange objects that

when he suddenly saw a pair of pale, translucent palms appear out of thin air.

from anything. They weren’t connected to a body,

bronze door stopped moving. It

was floating in midair thanks to an invisible force.

head, its resplendent glow flowed out and quickly outlined

in midair, directing

through the building and landed

grimaced in extreme pain as the pale and nearly translucent girl let out a shrill scream,

quickly evaporated, producing wisps of black gases

a single spot inside the building that

door had already vanished. On the ground was a black swollen corpse that

boom, the corpse tore apart as a thin,

skin was raven-black as though it was stained in ink. The surface of its body that stood at a height of around 1.2 to 1.3 meters had sticky pus flowing across

the cellar, he opened a secret trapdoor he had prepared in advance as he dashed forward as fast

the miniaturized black

his right fist, producing about eight

sizes, as though they were an abomination that fused the characteristics of

heels of that, a mechanical switch was shifted. Gears started rotating as the exit door flung open, leading to

lower ground, and on the two sides of the streets were rows

passage and disappear into the other districts of Kolain City when his eyes reflected

producing a tranquil beauty. In the middle, concentric circles rippled out

spirit. Human legends often deemed it “the

controlled. It was the same with Spirit Warlocks. However, the inclination for Spirit Guides were the deceased, while for Spirit Warlocks, they were better at

monotonous sound of horror. Throwing away the arms and legs they were carrying, they drilled into the thin pitch-black body like the

a crash, Ulika fell to the ground, but he didn’t feel any pain, which was a result

the exit, Daly Simone, who was wearing a Spirit Medium robe, with her face made up with blue eyeshadow

strange. If it doesn’t use a living human’s body as a ‘house,’

make every second count in order to

Daly Simone in surprise and said, “Aren’t you a Spirit Guide? How do you control a

Why don’t you write poems?”