Lord of the Mysteries

The initial preparations for building a marionette town were rather boring and tedious. At the very least, Klein believed so.

In the ancient palace, Klein sat on the high-back chair belonging to The Fool, holding a fountain pen. There were ordinary pieces of paper with the name, age, and the fate of every marionette. As he made the Worms of Spirit emerge from his body, they formed avatars beside him.

Some Kleins sat on the ground, while others occupied the twenty-one seats other than The Fool’s. Some conjured beds and lay on them…

Then, they summoned different books from the junk pile and started reading them seriously.

The books included but were not limited to:

“How to Brew Wine”

“Train Dispatching”

“Desert Making Compendium”

“A Clergyman Prepares”

“Gas Wall Lamps, Gas Meters, and All Kinds of Family Machinery Repair”

“DESI-licacy”

“Harbor Management”

“Foundations of Law”

“Ladies Aesthetic” magazines…

These were specialist knowledge that different marionettes needed to grasp. Only by doing so would they be able to act their roles well, allowing him to be realistic in every aspect. Even if they were to engage in a deep conversation with outsiders, they wouldn’t expose any problems.

It wouldn’t be difficult for Klein if he just needed to simply memorize the knowledge, but he had to truly grasp and apply it. Furthermore, he couldn’t confuse his characters. He couldn’t let a burly and strong switchman with a low income be talking about the wonders of a particular particular skincare product, or which silk cloth was flawed.

If such a situation were to happen in novels, plays, and operas, it might create a strange attraction, but putting it in the real world was clearly uncanny and not beneficial to the advancement of the ritual.

To avoid such a problem, Klein could only work harder in the early stages. He hoped that every character in a marionette town would be real, whole, and appropriate.

Fortunately, there weren’t many people in a city who needed to deeply understand the corresponding specialist knowledge. Most of the residents were half-illiterate, or really illiterate. They relied on experience to live their lives that they repeated via motions. For these characters, the knowledge that Klein needed to grasp was relatively little, just like workers who had gone through simple training—or even without any training—to be sent to the assembly line.

After an unknown period of time, Klein put down his fountain pen and rubbed his temples, letting out a long sigh of relief.

about nearly five thousand residents in the marionette town, and his corresponding knowledge preparation

movie directed by a director, and with me being the scriptwriter. Same for the lighting engineer, the makeup artist, and all the actors… For this ritual, I’m really on the verge of losing control. If I’m not careful, my personality will dissociate and I’ll fall into the abyss of madness… Luckily, I have a

most of the residents in town have low socioeconomic status. Be it speaking or acting, they’re more inclined towards being vulgar… I can’t make a mistake during the acting and become set back by my

one “Klein,” who

Klein returned to the real world and took out Creeping Hunger from the

located in the Berserk Sea but

“stage” he had

from the storms all year round. There were no signs of

his left chest and prayed sincerely, “I wish that there’s a city

that, Klein raised his

extremely flat. The surrounding forest also

time, buildings rose up from the ground. They took form with stone and wood. The highest wasn’t more than four stories high. The style was closer

buildings, a library, a police station, a telegraph office, a city hall, a small hospital, a candy factory, a water plant, a gas

middle of the town, a pointed-tip cathedral emerged from the ground and

Goddess, as it was in line with the

hope this island has a deep-sea harbor.” Klein didn’t stop as he

Pa!

fingers again, fulfilling his

town, a small-scale harbor quickly took shape. There were two docks, five warehouses, a port hotel, a simple restaurant, a police station branch, a bar, a lighthouse, and a naval

and town to have convenient transportation.” Klein made

raised his right hand

road and a cargo rail instantly appeared between the town and the

portion of the harbor was prepared for visitors by sea. The town was mainly

the empty city with admiration, Klein pressed his top hat and “Teleported” to the municipal square. He walked step by step into

open,

a 30-year-old gentleman in a formal suit with a tie, an ordinary-looking and

neck. Then, she smiled and reached out

his face. As he allowed the lady to lean on him, he

boy was skipping about, appearing

a little rough at first, but the more they walked, the smoother they became as they walked through

Cathedral. They consisted of the police, repair workers, gas company employees, restaurant

streets and went to different places,

out had exceeded the limits of the cathedral’s capacity, but there seemed to be no

fell silent. However, there were rats,

cathedral opened. White pigeons flew out and landed

completely. Some teased the pigeons, others looked for hawkers, while some played a seven-string guitar, and

square. He came to the other