Lord of the Mysteries

The ice-cold potion slid down his throat, bringing Klein numbness, one that reached deep into his soul.

He had already stopped dancing. His mind seemed to be lifted as though he was high in the air, looking down at the ruined Revival Square, at Cookawa City which had been left in shambles by the repeated lightning strikes.

At this moment, he felt his emotions rouse up for some baffling reason as all the pedestrians below seemed to be connected to him by some invisible threads. They could be happy, angry, or sad, making all kinds of actions based on his directions.

Klein often had such feelings recently. He knew that this was the vision of a “director.” By viewing all participants as marionettes or actors, he attempted to control or guide them into putting on a grand performance.

Using that hint of familiarity, Klein hurriedly adjusted his state of mind, completely separating his emotions from it, and viewing everything in a cold, aloof manner, so as to prevent himself from being affected by the play.

As a “director,” he followed the script, referred to reality, and rationally made an analysis to choose according to the circumstances. He allowed emotions to build up, allowing himself to push matters forward and use the clues that had developed.

Once his state of mind settled, he felt the potion’s power spread across his body, like a sharp threaded net.

Suddenly, Klein felt that his Soul Body was connected to his physical body. They were split into countless parts, and without being able to hold it in any longer, he let out a cry from deep within his soul.

“No!”

His thoughts were diced apart, turning into fragments as they fused with different pieces of flesh as he gained his own sentience.

These included Klein with pain, Klein with arrogance, Klein with coldness, Klein with gentleness, Klein who could amusement himself, as well as Zhou Mingrui, Sherlock Moriarty, Gehrman Sparrow, and Dwayne Dantès!

His entire Spirit Body seemed to be thrown into a grinding machine.

Not far away, Leonard, whose cheeks were streaming with unconscious tears, first saw Captain Dunn, who was embracing Daly Simone, transform back into Klein Moretti. Following that, he noticed his face, neck, and the back of his hands. Pale-colored tendrils protruded out as though they had a life of their own. They kept growing outwards, turning into a transparent maggot. And beneath his clothes, there were also signs of squirming.

This made Leonard have the feeling that Klein would collapse into a cluster of transparent maggots the next second as they raced in different directions!

Just as he wanted to do something, he felt dizzy. He instinctively closed his eyes and didn’t dare to keep watching

The transparent maggots that grew out of Klein’s body shimmered under the sunlight, producing three-dimensional layers of mysterious symbols. They connected to higher and lower levels, directly presenting the abstract concepts of bizarreness, madness, change, strength, and wisdom.

Amidst howling cold winds, black illusory threads rose up around Klein as they bonded together, forming strange “tentacles.”

The tentacles flailed as his Soul Body, Astral Projection, Body of Heart and Mind, and Ether Body were reduced to fragments as they fused with the different maggots that represented Klein’s various thoughts, turmoil, and dilemmas. As they wafted between them gently, they seemed to fly up to an infinite height where there were countless illusions hugging huge distorted buildings. They were either playing wind instruments, giving speeches, growling, or raving.

Amidst Klein’s countless chaotic senses, everything around him stacked together as though they turned into the spirit world. However, there were living people coming and going with the stars shining upon them.

At this moment, the fragments filled with thoughts had similar memories appear-fresh memories:

It was of King of Angels Adam praying with his eyes closed. It was the scene of his shocking appearance;

Death Knell against Ince Zangwill as he pulled the trigger to

he revealed his Clown’s smile, saying in a

Adam used an extremely clear and innocent eye to take in the

was of him turning into Dunn Smith, inviting Daly

gaze of a Spectator. There was a seemingly corporeal feedback that felt like a magnetic force. It made Klein gradually discover

I…

Who am I?

he was still a Faceless. He didn’t need to think too much about it as he quickly understood his

who had been reconstructed

whose experience as a

danger, but was able to persist

and a miserable

or Soul Body were extracted bit by bit from the fragments, condensing Klein’s new thoughts—coldness, calmness, spectating, and overlooking. They were thoughts that allowed him

possibly be godhood. Without putting up any resistance, he chained the original

he realized the purpose of the advancement

pathways, the Bizarro Sorcerer, who

the support of any faith. On the contrary, faith was a numerous and jumbled affair with too many personal feelings involved. During the fragmentation during this ritual, it easily wiped away the

performance under the watch of countless spectators

number, as the pinnacle existence of the Spectator pathway, Adam could

from the depths of his demigod Spirit Body, embroiling Klein’s mind and giving him an indescribable impact. It felt as though

view this in a detached manner and

his clothes returned into his body, turning back

in his embrace and slowly turning cold, he lifted her up and walked to Leonard Mitchell. He

had pitch-black scales or white feathers. She had been restored to normal and her eyes were closed. The corners of her

and looked at Leonard, who had opened his eyes again, and said heavily, “She has returned to the Goddess’s

reverse Daly’s mutation, allowing her to die

smile as he whimpered a sound of acknowledgment. Tears

gently nodded

human to the embrace

right hand and tapped his chest four times

instinctively drew the sign of the crimson moon. He was

Ma’am Daly back with you to East Balam. Make it known that she died due to Ince Zangwill’s attack and

you can take this opportunity to leave

the Church,”

his hat and

took a card that had a chariot and a

the face of Roselle

he suddenly asked, “A-aren’t you returning to

turn around as he wore his silk top hat and