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.

darkness. In it were indescribable eyes that watched

squirming and strange objects that were still

he suddenly saw a pair of pale, translucent palms appear out of thin air. They passed through

didn’t originate from anything. They weren’t connected to a body, and the wrist was bloody. It was unknown who

parties exerted their strength as the mysterious bronze door stopped moving. It neither

Unit 13, Soest, who was already a Spirit Warlock, was floating in midair thanks to an invisible force. His hands carried a sundial made of gold as he

sundial was finally raised above Soest’s head, its resplendent glow flowed out and quickly outlined

appear in midair, directing all the light and heat

damage as they penetrated through the building and landed above the bronze door,

out a shrill scream, but it was stopped by the “sunlight” and

black gases that dissipated into the

single spot inside the

On the ground was a black

as

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

ludicrous speed. Burrowing into the cellar, he opened

the miniaturized black version of Ulika saw the

his right fist, producing about

fused the characteristics of

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

were streets that stood on lower ground, and on the two sides of the streets were rows of houses.

to use the help of spirits to fly out of the secret passage and disappear into the other districts of Kolain

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

spirit. Human legends often deemed it “the Goddess of the

deceased or a natural spirit they found and controlled. It was the same with Spirit Warlocks. However, the inclination for Spirit Guides were the deceased, while

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

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

a Spirit Medium robe, with her face made up with blue eyeshadow and blush, walked out of

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

every second count

Simone in surprise and said, “Aren’t you a

don’t you write poems?”