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.

it were indescribable eyes that watched the outside

and strange objects that were still unrecognizable

his strength to open the door and cause the terrifying world behind him to descend upon Canine Street when he suddenly saw a pair of pale, translucent palms appear out of thin air. They

a body, and

their strength as the mysterious bronze door

Warlock, was floating in midair thanks to an invisible force. His hands carried a sundial made of gold as he slowly

its resplendent glow flowed out and

sun seemed to appear in midair, directing all the light and

of that caused any damage as they penetrated through the building and landed above the bronze

the pale and nearly translucent girl let out a shrill scream, but it was stopped

warped and quickly evaporated, producing wisps of black gases

single spot inside the building that remained

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

corpse tore apart as a thin, tiny figure leaped out from

figure had identical looks to Ulika, but its 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

with a ludicrous speed. Burrowing into the cellar, he opened a secret trapdoor he had prepared in advance

the miniaturized black version of Ulika saw

lower his guard as he gently clenched his right fist, producing

though they were an abomination that fused the characteristics of humans,

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

the two sides of the streets were rows of houses. They appeared like the sea that churned with the light of

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

beauty. In the middle, concentric circles rippled out

legends often deemed it

on 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 for

away the arms and legs they were carrying, they drilled into the

ground, but he didn’t feel any pain, which was a result of intense sleepiness assaulting him.

up with blue eyeshadow and blush, walked out of

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

second count in order to

her, Leonard Mitchell walked out. He looked at Daly Simone in surprise and

you a poet? Why don’t you write poems?” Daly snapped