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.”

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

Zaratul, the spirituality that he borrowed from his past self had been mostly expended. There was still the continuous

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

rest now,” Klein put down his right hand and

at escaping despite trying his best, the more he could satisfy this God

turned slightly as “He” said while facing the hillside, “There’s a resting place there. We’ll arrive soon. Of course, I don’t mind if you want to camp out in the wilderness.

control the flame of the lantern to complete a Flaming Jump, but his drained spirituality stopped him. He could only follow

with a mind of asking more questions, he said to Amon, “Why don’t you

turned “His” head and glanced at Klein with “His” monocled right eye. The corners

not the one who wants

Klein shut his mouth and

about ten bolts of lightning flashes, Amon

“We’re here.”

a few buildings that looked like half-steeples. More than ten giant stone pillars protruded 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

be people living here?” Klein rubbed

place used to be a very large city. When the Cataclysm happened, the

civilization… This thought suddenly popped up in Klein’s mind. He sped up his pace and arrived at the destination where

half-collapsed building, Klein instinctively looked

had murals that had been washed away by thousands of years. They were already

regulating his breathing, Klein threw away the animal hide lantern in his hand. Leaning against a thick stone pillar, he barely managed

the dangers of sleeping in such an

strike harder! Before he fell asleep, Klein

Amon glanced at him before casually sitting down beside him and snapping “His”

the lantern stopped melting, but the dim

few more minutes, it seemed to be able

was like an error that violated

period of time of feeling groggy, Klein finally recovered his energy

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

I don’t think Amon can monitor my thoughts. “He” can only

borrowed a state from his past self through the Historical Void, a state that

Rambis invaded his island

attempt wasn’t stopped or

was able to maintain his lucidity in dreams and the mind world regardless of any intrusions,

examine if there were any abnormalities in his mind and thoughts that

strict comparisons, he confirmed that there was nothing wrong with his mind

of Time in his body, it was still considered