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.

out from his clothes, instantly blanketing his body

rose up as though it was draped

trembled and turned stiff. He had been possessed by

They were burning away his clothes and flesh, only to reduce him to a pitch-black paper

this paper figurine was a pattern covered with feathers. It was a surreal and

paper figurine that had been

were 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

it was, it meant danger. Therefore, how

on the characteristics 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 level of his marionette at

the “god” that the cultists worshiped had gone from Klein to the Death Paper Figurine! As the

rather painful grunt sounded as a transparent afterimage

came “alive” inside the room fell to the ground, returning

were enjoying the comfort and warmth of their home and family at

flames in the fireplace either intensified or dwindled. The remnants in the kitchen were ignited

happening. However, the believers in the room were praying to the Primordial Moon, paying no notice to what was

crimson moonlight brightened a

red flame flared up on a silver

as his body and

moments ago, at the instant when the crimson moon brightened, he had lost

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

believed that he had the chance to

wasn’t an angel, as the

room and entered the activity room. There were a few believers praying to

they knew who they were praying to, as though they were more formal members

room in an unhurried

an oracle that

to their knees in

the bush as he asked in

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

dead? He was 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 the Primordial Moon. Through some means, he has extended his life? Or

pier as the faint moonlight illuminated the

robe with crimson patterns.

as the back of his hand, his pores had expanded, producing white feathers that were