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.

nearly five thousand residents

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

with manners, 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 psychological barriers… Klein sighed silently as the avatars around him disintegrated into Worms of Spirit

one “Klein,” who maintained his

the real world and took out Creeping Hunger from the

to an island that was located in the Berserk Sea but

“stage”

place was isolated from the storms all year round. There were no signs

around and chose an open area. He pressed his right hand to his left chest and prayed sincerely, “I wish that there’s a city suitable for five

he said that, Klein raised

area became extremely flat. The surrounding forest also “receded” greatly, providing large amounts

form with stone and wood. The highest wasn’t more than four stories high. The

hall, a small hospital, a candy factory, a water plant, a gas company, a steam locomotive station, parallel train tracks,

the end, on the square in the middle of the town, a pointed-tip cathedral emerged from the ground

to the Evernight Goddess, as it was in line with

deep-sea harbor.” Klein didn’t stop as he made a

Pa!

snapped his fingers again, fulfilling

quickly took shape. There were two docks, five warehouses, a port hotel, a simple restaurant, a police

town to have convenient transportation.” Klein made

his right hand and

and a cargo rail instantly

Klein’s plan, a portion of the harbor was prepared for visitors by sea. The town was mainly for outsiders from

his top hat and “Teleported” to

cathedral’s door was open, and it was dark

in a formal suit with a tie, an

few steps with difficulty before stretching her neck. Then, she smiled and reached out her hands to hold

had a faint smile on his face. As he allowed the lady to lean on him, he reached out

skipping about, appearing very

but the more they walked, the smoother they became

walked out of Saint Arianna Cathedral. They consisted of the police, repair workers, gas company employees, restaurant chefs, white-haired old men, and

came out of the Evernight cathedral. They either turned to different streets

this process, the number of people that came out had exceeded the limits of the cathedral’s capacity, but there seemed to be no end to the people, as though the interior was

Arianna Cathedral finally fell silent. However, there were rats, cockroaches, moths, ants, flies, and

of the cathedral opened. White pigeons flew out and

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

square. He came to the other