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.

In it were indescribable eyes that

of squirming and strange objects that were still unrecognizable surged wildly from the

saw a

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

strength as the mysterious bronze door

Unit 13, Soest, who was already a Spirit Warlock, was floating in midair thanks to an invisible

raised above Soest’s head, its resplendent glow flowed out and quickly

to appear in midair, directing all the light and heat at 13 Canine

penetrated through the building and landed above the bronze door, enveloping Ulika who was standing

as the pale and nearly translucent girl let out a shrill

quickly evaporated, producing wisps of black gases that dissipated into the sea

spot inside the building that remained

already vanished. On the ground was a black swollen corpse that was effusing pale

as a thin,

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 had sticky pus

the staircase with a ludicrous speed. Burrowing into the cellar, he opened a secret

just ten seconds, the miniaturized black version

his guard as he gently clenched his right

abomination that fused the characteristics of humans, plants, and certain animals. Some held Ulika’s arm, others lifted his feet

Gears started rotating as the exit door flung

were

the secret passage and disappear into the other districts of Kolain

the middle, concentric circles rippled out

of spirit. Human legends

time, the strength of a Spirit Guide depended on the deceased or a natural spirit they found and controlled. It was the same with Spirit Warlocks. However, the inclination for Spirit

the strange transparent figures around Ulika uttered a monotonous sound of horror. Throwing away the arms

didn’t feel any pain, which was a result of intense sleepiness assaulting him. It made him fall asleep without

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

with is very strange. If it doesn’t use a

make every second count in order

Simone in surprise and said, “Aren’t you

poet? Why don’t