The Lord Of Mysteries
Chapter 1: The Old Red

It's painful!

How painful!

My head hurts so much!

The flashy and dazzling dream world filled with murmurs instantly shattered. The sound asleep Zhou Mingrui felt an abnormal throbbing pain in his head as if someone had ruthlessly beaten him with a stick again and again. No, it was more like a sharp object piercing through his temple followed by a twist!

In his stupor, Zhou Mingrui attempted to turn around, look up, and sit down; however, he was completely unable to move his limbs as if he had lost control of his body.

From the looks of it, I still haven't woken up. Who knows, maybe the next scene I think I'm awake, but in fact I'm still asleep

Zhou Mingrui, who was no stranger to similar encounters, tried his best to focus on avoiding the shackles placed on him by the darkness and confusion.

However, while still in his daydream, whatever he was about to summon was as smooth as a fleeting mist. He found his mind difficult to control and introspect. No matter how much he tried, he still lost focus when random thoughts popped into his mind.

Why did I suddenly have such an excruciating headache in the middle of the night?

And it really hurts!

Could it be something like a brain hemorrhage?

F**k, don't tell me I'm going to die young?

I have to get up! Now!

Eh? Why doesn't it hurt like before? But why does it still feel like a dull knife slicing my brain

From the looks of it, sleep is impossible. How do I come to work tomorrow?

Why am I still thinking about work? These are some authentic headaches. Of course I have to take a leave of absence! I don't have to worry about my manager's nagging!

Hey, look, it doesn't seem too bad. Hehe, I can finally get some free time for myself!

A throbbing pain flooded Zhou Mingrui, making him slowly gather immaterial strength until he could finally move his back and open his eyes. He finally broke away from his daydream.

His vision was first blurred before being filtered by a faint red color. All he could see was a study table made of burly wood in front of him. Right in the middle was an open notebook with a rough yellow page. The title is written with an interesting pitch black letter.

To the left of the notebook was a neatly arranged stack of books, numbering around eight. The wall to their right was overgrown with a grayish-white pipe with a wall lamp connected to it.

The lamp has a classic Western style. It was about half the size of an adult head with an inner layer of transparent glass and the outside was coated with black metal.

Diagonally below the lamp was a black ink bottle shrouded in a pale red light. Its raised surface forms an opaque angel pattern.

In front of the ink bottle and to the right of the notebook sat a dark colored pen with a fully circular body. Its tip glittered with a faint glint while its hat was placed right beside the brass revolver.

A weapon? A handgun? Zhou Mingrui was completely shocked. The things laid before him were foreign to him. It doesn't look like his room!

While feeling shocked and confused, he finds that the table, notebook, ink bottle, and revolver are covered in a layer of red ‘hood’, due to the light shining from the window.

Unknowingly, he looked up and averted his gaze bit by bit.

In the air, the red moon hangs high above the background of ‘black velvet curtain’, shining in silence.

This ... Zhou Mingrui felt inexplicable horror as he stood up abruptly. However, before his legs were straightened out completely, his brain protested with a throbbing pain. It made him temporarily lose his strength as he fell uncontrollably. His butt slammed hard into the sturdy wooden chair.

Pa!

The pain is not much. Zhou Mingrui stood up again by supporting himself. He turned around in bewilderment as he began to measure the environment he was in.

The room was not very large, with brown doors on each side of the room. Near the opposite wall was a low wooden bed.

Between the bed and the left door was a closet. Both doors were open and underneath were five drawers.

On the side of the closet, there was the same grayish-white pipe on the wall as tall as someone. However, it was connected to a strange mechanical device with open gears and bearings in some places.

Items resembling coal stoves sit in the right corner of the room near the table, along with soup pans, iron pans, and other kitchen utensils.

Across the right door was a vanity mirror with two cracks. The bottom is made of wood and the pattern is simple and plain.

With a sweep of his gaze, Zhou Mingrui looked at himself in the mirror the moment he was.

Black hair, brown pupils, linen shirts, thin stature, average-looking features and rather deep lines

Revolver in the style of ancient Europe and a red moon that looked different from Earth's moon could only mean one thing!

W-can I move? Zhou Mingrui slightly widened his mouth.

She grew up reading web novels and often fantasized about such scenes. However, he momentarily found it hard to accept the situation when he found himself in that situation.

What does it mean to love fantasy 1  ? Within a minute, Zhou Mingrui had cursed himself while trying to make the best of his bad situation.

If not for the still throbbing headache that made his mind drift high but clear, he would definitely suspect that he was dreaming.

Calm, calm, calm .. After taking a few deep breaths, Zhou Mingrui worked hard to stop panicking.

At that moment, as his mind and body became calm, memories began to flood over him as it slowly appeared in his mind!

Klein Moretti, citizen of Loen Kingdom of the Northern Continent, Awwa County, Tingen City. He is also a recent graduate of the Department of History at Khoy University

His father was a Royal Army sergeant who had sacrificed himself during the colonial conflict with the Southern Continent. The mourning allowance gave Klein the opportunity to study at a private language school and laid the groundwork for his admission to university …

His mother was a devotee of the Goddess of the Night. He died the year Klein passed the entrance exam to Khoy University …

He also has an older brother and a younger sister. They live in a two-bedroom apartment together

Their families were not wealthy and the situation could even be described as something lacking. Currently, the family is only supported by an older brother who works in an import and export company as a clerk

As a history graduate, Klein acquired knowledge of the ancient Feysac language considered to be the origin of all languages on the North Continent as well as the Hermes language that often appeared in ancient tombs as well as texts on sacrificial rituals and prayers

hermes language? Zhou Mingrui's mind moved as he reached out to rub his throbbing temple. He directed his gaze to the table in the open notebook. He noticed that the text on the yellowing paper went from strange to foreign, before changing from foreign to something familiar. It then turned into something that could be read.

It was a text written in the Hermes language!

Dark ink wrote as follows:

"Everyone will die, including me."

Hissing! Zhou Mingrui felt an inexplicable horror. He instinctively leaned back in an attempt to widen the distance between him and the notebook, as well as the text on it.

Being so weak, he nearly fell down but managed to extend his hand in a daze to hold on to the edge of the table. He felt that the air around him was turbulent as if there was a faint murmur echoing within it. The feeling was similar to hearing the horror stories told by the old man when he was young.

He shook his head, believing that everything was an illusion. Zhou Mingrui found his balance and turned his gaze away from the notebook while taking a breath.

This time, his gaze landed on the glittering brass revolver. He suddenly had a question that popped up within him.

With the situation of the Klein family, how could they have the money or means to buy a revolver?

Zhou Mingrui could not help but frown.

While thinking hard, he suddenly found a red fingerprint on the side of the table. The color is deeper than moonlight and thicker than ‘hood’.

It was a bloody fingerprint!

"Bloody fingerprints?" Zhou Mingrui involuntarily flipped his right hand that was holding the end of the table. Looking down, he saw his palms and fingers covered in blood.

At the same time, the throbbing pain in his head continued. Although it weakened slightly, it continued.

Did I break my head?

Zhou Mingrui guessed as she turned around and walked towards the cracked makeup mirror.

A few steps later, a black-haired figure with a medium body and brown eyes appeared clearly in front of him. That person had a different scientific aura to him.

Is this me now? Klein Moretti's?

Zhou Mingrui was stunned for a moment. Since there was not enough illumination at night, he failed to see anything clearly. He continued forward until he was only a step away from colliding with the mirror.

Using the moonlight like a red veil as illumination, he turned his head and examined the corner of his forehead.

A clear reflection appeared in the mirror. His temples had strange wounds with burn scars along their edges. Blood stained around the wound and there was a grayish-white brain fluid slowly writhing in it.

This was actually a saying that described Lord Ye. In ancient times, Mr. Ye was very fond of dragons, decorating his entire palace—beams, pillars, doors, windows, and walls— with his drawings and carvings. When a real dragon in heaven heard this, he was deeply moved by his madness and visited him. When Lord Ye saw the real dragon thrust its head through the window of his study and its tail moving in his palace, he was terrified out of the house for his life. Clearly, what Lord Ye loved was not a real dragon.