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 the

objects that were still unrecognizable surged wildly from

behind him to descend upon Canine Street when he suddenly saw a pair of pale, translucent

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

strength as the mysterious bronze door stopped moving. It neither closed

midair thanks to

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

midair, directing all the light and

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

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

wisps of black gases that dissipated into the

inside the building that

the ground was a black

tore apart as a thin, tiny figure

though it was stained in ink. The surface of

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

miniaturized black version of Ulika saw the

didn’t lower his guard as he gently clenched his right fist, producing about eight transparent illusory figures from his

an abomination that fused the characteristics of humans, plants, and certain animals. Some held Ulika’s arm, others lifted his feet as they took off in

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

on lower ground, and on the two sides of the streets were rows of houses. They appeared like the sea

about to use the help of spirits to fly out of the secret passage and disappear into

a tranquil beauty. In the middle, concentric

a powerful type of 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

away

feel any pain, which was a result of intense sleepiness assaulting him. It made him

up with blue eyeshadow and blush, walked out of some unknown location. Looking at the

is very strange. If it doesn’t use a living human’s

need to make every second

out. He looked at Daly Simone in surprise and said, “Aren’t

Why don’t you write poems?”