Lord of the Mysteries

Most of the areas in the Forsaken Land of the Gods didn’t have paths that one would consider normal, but it wasn’t that difficult to walk through them. This was because large swaths of the land were barren. Everything was mostly black in color.

On the moors, there were occasional sightings of plants that stubbornly grew. They were of a variety of strange shapes and distorted sizes. Klein had no way to tell what they originally were.

Around them, in the areas that the lantern couldn’t illuminate, the darkness seemed to have a life of its own. It seemed to move silently, as though it wanted to devour everything that they could blanket.

As a Scholar of Yore, Klein just needed one glance from the corner of his eye to see the Spirit Body Threads extending out from the darkness around him. They were illusory, dense, and countless. This meant that there were many monsters lurking in the darkness.

These monsters were extremely silent. They stared at Amon, who was dressed as an ancient mage, as well as Klein, who looked like a present-day gentleman. Under the dim yellow light, they walked through the wilderness.

With his eyes fixed ahead, Klein casually held the animal hide lantern in his hand, not worried about when it would be extinguished.

Just as the two of them were about to leave this barren wilderness and enter a hilly region, a deformed monster of mangled flesh with two heads and five arms suddenly trembled in the darkness behind them.

It had become Klein’s marionette.

Controlling Spirit Body Threads was silent to begin with, and it wasn’t more than 500 meters away.

In the next second, the monster collapsed silently, losing its life.

Walking to Klein’s left, Amon, who was wearing a pointed hat, smiled. “He” raised “His” right arm and opened “His” palm, revealing something.

It was a transparent maggot with three-dimensional patterns.

A Worm of Spirit!

This was stolen from the marionette, along with the Spirit Body Threads.

Without waiting for Klein to speak, Amon easily crushed the transparent maggot with “His” fingers.

Klein immediately felt a pain that came from deep within his soul. His head felt like it was about to split open.

Thankfully, he had gotten used to this feeling from him repeated creating Yesterday Once More charms and Control Spirit Bullets. He only grimaced without losing his composure.

Amon maintained “His” smile and threw down “His” palm.

“You’re too reserved. You can be more daring.”

his hand to rub his temples, feeling exhausted. Every Worm of Spirit was calling

spirituality that he borrowed from his past self had been mostly expended. There was

he had planned on going above the gray fog to check on his surroundings before entering a deep sleep and replenish his energy. Alas, he ended up suffering an ambush from Amon, which resulted in him being parasitized. He had been tormented all the way to the Forsaken Land of the Gods. If he wasn’t in a

rest now,” Klein put down his right hand and

escaping despite trying his best,

place there. We’ll arrive soon. Of course, I don’t mind if you want to

lantern to complete a Flaming Jump,

asking more questions, he said to Amon, “Why don’t you ‘steal’ the distance to immediately arrive at

monocled right eye. The corners of “His” lips

the one who wants to

mouth and

Amon

“We’re here.”

out from the ground, reaching only the height of Klein’s knees. A few strands of wild grass grew out from the crevices, their blade-like tips were dark red like

living here?” Klein rubbed

monocle with “His” right index finger’s second joint, Amon smiled and said, “This place used to be a very large city. When the Cataclysm happened, the land cracked open and devoured the entire city, leaving behind only these structures to prove

popped up in Klein’s mind. He sped up his pace and arrived at the destination where

half-collapsed building, Klein instinctively looked around and observed the

that had cracked open had murals that had been washed away by thousands of years. They were already indiscernible, and he could tell that

hand. Leaning against a thick stone pillar, he

dangers of sleeping in such

the danger come strike harder! Before he fell asleep, Klein shouted

glanced at him before casually sitting down

in the lantern stopped melting, but the

a few more minutes, it seemed to be

error that violated the laws of

of feeling groggy, Klein finally recovered his energy and

was temporarily unable to respond to this. He closed his eyes and pretended that he

level, I don’t think Amon can monitor my thoughts. “He” can only tell if my thoughts are harmful to “Him”… With a

the Historical Void, a

when Hvin Rambis invaded his

attempt wasn’t

and the fact that he was able to maintain his lucidity in dreams and the mind world regardless of any intrusions, he split a portion of his self-awareness and stayed in the spiritual sky, calmly looking down at

abnormalities in his mind and thoughts that were

comparisons, he confirmed that

a Worm of Time in his body, it was still considered being parasitized at a superficial level. It was impossible to monitor