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

on another sofa rose up as though

strange scene reflected in Klein’s eyes immediately as he trembled and turned stiff. He had been possessed by an

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

with feathers. It was a surreal

mutated paper figurine that had been tainted with Artificial Death’s

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

of which situation it was, it meant danger. Therefore, how could Klein perform

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 level of an ordinary person in order to lure

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

rather painful grunt sounded as a transparent afterimage flashed across

the items that came “alive” inside the room fell to the ground, returning to their lifeless state. As for Enzo, flames were swirling

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

this dimming environment, the flames in the fireplace either intensified or dwindled. The remnants in the kitchen

most, and the fluctuations in the flames kept happening. However, the believers in the room were praying to the Primordial Moon, paying no

brightened a little, as though

returned to normal as a scarlet red flame flared

body and face rapidly changed

at the instant when the crimson moon brightened, he had lost his

of the crimson moon… Regarding these two aspects, one of them is only possible with a Sealed Artifact or mystical

the demigod who possessed the doll had been corrupted by the Death Paper Figurine, he had believed that he had the chance to take his opponent down. To his

wasn’t an angel, as the strength and level were far inferior to

mind, Klein left the dining room and entered

knew who they were

an

as an oracle that had descended upon

to their knees in

in a deep voice, “Who was

one of the believers was puzzled, he still

King Klarman… That’s a familiar name… Ah right, the author of that Book of Secrets… Isn’t he long 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

docked by the pier as the faint

in them walked out of a mirror. He wore a back robe with crimson patterns. He

his hand, his pores had expanded, producing