Lord of the Mysteries

The cloth doll turned its lifeless eyes before its body stood up straight. It looked towards the area that the crimson moonlight failed to illuminate. There, the man with the lumpy cheek and the other cultists had been standing quietly, but at this moment, they bowed their heads, raising their arms as though they were praying, piously listening to the “revelation.”

About two to three seconds later, the cloth doll finally stood up straight. Just as it was about to open its tongueless mouth and produce a voice that didn’t belong to the “body” it was in, all its movements suddenly turned sluggish, as though it was a highly-rusted robot.

Hidden amongst the cultists, Klein had seen a strange spirituality thread extend from the cloth doll. Without any hesitation, he began controlling it!

Inside the wall lamp-illuminated room, the lights dimmed instantly. The doll with curved eyes and mouth instantly lost the support that seemed to arise from having a skeleton before slumping to the table, motionless.

Amidst the flickering street lights that were more than a thousand meters away, Klein lost control over the blob of Spirit Body Threads. The power that descended with the help of the doll took less than two seconds to escape out of his range!

Whoosh!

A biting-cold wind swept up inside the room as the rug with tables and chairs above was suddenly tugged, sending the man with the lumpy cheek and most of the other cultists tumbling. Only the disguised Klein had jumped up in time to avoid the accident.

Of course, Winner Enzo stood perfectly fine at the border of the rug, completely unaffected.

Whoosh!

Amidst the cold wind, the rug rolled up and bound the few cultists and covered their noses and mouth tightly, gripping their throats.

Meanwhile, the fountain pens on the table had their caps removed autonomously before shooting forward, stabbing into the neck of the man with the lumpy cheek. They left no gaps in the dense array of pens.

A wooden chair exploded as its splinters swept over without sparing any of the remaining cultists.

Near the wall, the pipe of a wall lamp cracked, causing the gas inside to whistle out.

The cloth that draped the sofa rose up, tied itself into a robe, and wrapped around the train conductor’s throat. A few of the floor tiles flew up, stabbing a few cultists from below.

Instantly, all the items in the room were filled with offensive capability as though they were attempting to kill all signs of life inside.

Klein tried to dodge, but his shirt, pants, belt, coat, and hat seemed to have a life of their own. They forcefully locked him down on the spot.

He hurriedly opened his mouth and let out a sound: “Pa!”

He had mimicked the sound of snapping fingers.

surged out from his clothes, instantly blanketing his

on another sofa rose up

he trembled and turned stiff.

soared up from before hadn’t extinguished. They were burning away his clothes and flesh, only to reduce him to a pitch-black paper

covered with feathers. It was a

figurine that had been

only two situations that were possible for the doll to mutate. One was that the entity disguising as a god was nearby and had sensed the deaths of the cultists; hence, preparations were made via a deliberate descent, laying a trap for the antagonist. Another was that the

it was, it

of a descent or the possession of the doll, he had already placed the paper figurine, which had mutated because of the corruption of Artificial Death’s aura, in the iron cigar case. He had also maintained

the “god” that the cultists worshiped had gone from Klein to the Death Paper Figurine! As the scarlet flames swept about,

sounded as a transparent afterimage flashed across

to the ground, returning to their lifeless state. As for Enzo, flames

the Southern Continent, the residents were enjoying the comfort and warmth of their home and family at night. They didn’t notice that their glass windows and the surfaces of

dimming environment, the flames in the fireplace either intensified or dwindled. The remnants in the kitchen were ignited and

in that room dimmed the most, and the fluctuations in the flames kept happening. However, the believers in the room

unknown period of time, the crimson moonlight brightened a little,

to normal as a scarlet red flame flared up on a silver candle on a dining

his body and face rapidly

the instant when the crimson moon brightened, he had lost

they can also borrow the power of the crimson moon… Regarding these two aspects, one of them is only possible with

by the Death Paper Figurine, he had believed that he had the chance to take his opponent down. To his surprise, the enemy’s strength and means available to them were more varied and potent than

confirm was that it wasn’t an

the dining room and entered the activity room. There were a few believers

they knew who they were praying to, as though they were

the room in an unhurried

power of a Bizarro Sorcerer, they treated Gehrman Sparrow as an oracle that had descended upon them.

plopped to their knees in

as he asked in a deep

one of the believers was puzzled, he still respectfully answered, “Oracle, it was Shaman

alive in a time over a millennium ago. Saints of non-special pathways have no way of living that long… He joined the Rose School of Thought but still believes in

by the pier as the faint moonlight illuminated the

a mirror. He wore a back robe with crimson patterns. He had wrinkles that were neither too deep or shallow on his

he exposed, such as the back of his hand, his pores had expanded, producing white feathers that