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

and strange objects that were still unrecognizable surged wildly

when he suddenly saw

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

mysterious bronze door stopped moving. It neither closed or

to an invisible force. His hands

its resplendent glow flowed out and

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

landed above the bronze door, enveloping Ulika

translucent girl let out a

evaporated, producing wisps of black gases that dissipated into

spot inside the building that remained

“sunlight” faded, the indescribable bronze door had already vanished. On the ground was a black swollen corpse that

the corpse tore apart as a thin,

was raven-black as though it was stained in ink. The surface of its body that stood

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

black version

clenched his right fist, producing about eight transparent illusory figures from

of all kinds of shapes and sizes, as though they were an abomination that fused the characteristics of humans, plants, and certain animals.

the heels of that, a mechanical switch was shifted. Gears started rotating as

on lower ground, and on the two sides of the streets were rows of houses. They appeared like the sea that churned with the light of the crimson

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

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

type 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 Guides were the deceased, while for Spirit Warlocks, they were better

of horror. Throwing away the arms and legs they were carrying, they

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

made up with blue eyeshadow and blush, walked

deceased spirit he fused with is very strange. If it doesn’t use

every second count in

walked out. He looked at Daly Simone in surprise and said, “Aren’t you a Spirit Guide? How do you control

Why don’t you