The Truth Of The Mysteries
A different world

It hurts!

So sick!

It's so painful!

My head really hurts!

The dazzling and flashy dream world filled with murmurs shattered. Zhoui Farren was sound asleep feeling the abnormal throbbing pain in his head, feeling pain in his head, like having been hit with a steel stick many times without stopping. No it was like a sharp object like a knife was stabbed into his head.

Auch.... Half-conscious, Zhoui Farren tried to open his eyes, look up, and sat down but failed. Zhoui Farren was completely unable to control his body, his body felt extremely limp and numb.

What's the matter? My head hurts so much! What the hell is going on? What happened to me after coming back from the reunion party? Did I not sleep in my room?..... Many thoughts and questions flashed through his head, yet Zhoui Farren could not get a suitable answer despite already thinking hard enough.

Wait, where is this? Uuhh, it looks like I'm still sleeping.... Am I dreaming? Could it be that after this I would dream of waking up but actually still dream and like that repeatedly?.....

Zhoui Farren who was unfamiliar with similar encounters, tried to focus on avoiding the shackles she had placed on her by the darkness and confusion.

But while still in his daydream, anything he could summon was as smooth as the light from the shadows present in the thin fog that passed for a while. He found his mind hard to control and tried introspection. No matter how hard he tried, he still lost focus when random thoughts re-emerged in his mind.

Wait, why did I suddenly have such an excruciating headache in the middle of the night? And it hurts so much!

Could it be like a brain hemorrhage or something?

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

I need to get up! Now!

Eh? Wait, why doesn't it hurt like before? But why does it still feel a bit like a knife stabbing and cutting my brain ...

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

Wait, why am I still thinking about work? These are some very authentic types of headaches. Of course I have to take a leave of absence! No need to worry too much about the manager's nagging!

Hey, like this doesn't seem too bad. Hehe, I can get some extra free time for myself!

The throbbing pain continued to overwhelm Zhoui Farren, allowing him to slowly gather strength until he was finally able to move his back and open his eyes. He finally freed himself from his daydreams.

His vision was first blurred before being filtered by a somewhat reddish glow. All he could see was a study table of solid wood in front of him. Right in the middle was an open notebook with a rough yellow page. The title was written with a strange black eye with confusing black lines.

To the left of the notebook was a stack of books totaling about nine. The wall on the right is an inset with grayish-white pipes with lights connected to them.

The lamp has a classic western style. It was about half an adult's head with a transparent glass inner layer and a black metal-coated exterior.

Diagonal under the lamp was a black ink bottle shrouded in a pale red light. The surface of the emergence forms a pattern like an opaque angel.

In front of the ink bottle to the right of the notebook was a dark-colored pen with a fully rounded body. Its tip sparkled with a faint glint, while its hat was located right beside the Brass revolver.

For a moment his vision slowly turned red from the reddish light that entered through the window of the room.

A weapon? Revolvers? Zhoui Farren was completely shocked. The things lying right in front of him looked very foreign to him, it didn'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 hoods', the result of the light shining from the window

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

In the air, the red moon hung high above the background of the 'black velvet curtain', which shone in silence.

This ... Didn't it seem like the moon was colored as usual? Why is it blood red now?... Zhoui Farren was horrified as he stood up suddenly. However, before his legs were fully erect, his brain protested with a throbbing pain. It made him lose strength for a while as he fell uncontrollably. His ass slammed hard into the wooden chair.

Pa!

The pain is not too much. Zhoui Farren got up again, then stood up supporting himself. He turned around nervously as he scanned the environment he was in right now.

The room was not too big, there was a brownish door. Near the wall next to the window was a low wooden bed.

Between the bed and the door on the right was a closet. Two doors open and at the bottom there are 4 drawers.

Next to the cabinet, there was a grayish-white pipe like before. But this time the pipe was as tall as a person was connected to a strange mechanical device with gears and open pads that were black and metal.

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

In the right corner of the room near the table were items that resembled a coal stove, along with soup pans, iron pots and other kitchen utensils.

With a sweep of his eyes, Zhoui Farren watched himself in the mirror.

Black hair, almost black dark brown pupils, linen shirts, thin shapes, a body with an average shape and a rather deep outline.

This….Zhoui Farren took a breath back, as many helpless and puzzling guesses flashed through his mind.

An ancient European-style revolver and a red moon that hangs high above the sky are like nothing from the earth.

She grew up reading novels, comics, and movies and she fantasized about it as well. But he had a hard time accepting the reality of his current state.

Is this what it means to love fantasy? In a few moments Zhoui Farren cursed himself while trying his best for the worst about his current situation.

If it were not for the throbbing headache that still afflicted him he would have thought suspiciously that this was a dream.

Easy, easy…. After taking a deep breath, Zhoui Farren struggled hard not to panic.

As he began to calm down, memories began to flood him and slowly surfaced in his mind!

Laville Maurly, an ordinary citizen of the kingdom of Leon Eastern Continent, Ewwis Regency, Brecklund City. Besides that she is a recent graduate of the Department of History and also the Department of Psychology at Vhey University

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His father was the commander of the Royal Army who managed to help the kingdom to achieve victory and sacrificed himself to save hundreds of hostages during the conflict with the Western Continent.

The mourning allowance gave Laville a chance to study in a private school and lay the foundation for admission to university.

His mother, a devotee of the God of Mysteries, died one day before Laville's graduation from Vhey University.

He also has an older brother and a younger sister. They live together in a two-story and 3-bedroom apartment together …

Their families were not actually rich, but only wanted. Their families can only be called Sufficient Families. His family was only supported by his older brother after his only relative, his uncle died a year ago …

Her brother was a civil servant who worked in the company of receiving and shipping goods that came and went to other cities…

As a graduate of the Department of History, Laville has a wealth of knowledge and knowledge of ancient languages and several other languages. Ancient Birtish is the language that was the beginning of the Northern and Eastern Continents.

There are also two other ancient languages, Hermes and Areses…

The hermes?Areses? His mind raced and made him feel dizzy so he raised his hand to rub his temples.

Then he turned his gaze towards the table where there was an open notebook. He was silent for a moment trying to read on the yellowish paper that had been the word as above became strange, before it could then be read into a sentence.

The text was written in Areses!

The text with dark ink reads:

“All who know the truth of the world will die, including me”

Hissing! Suddenly Zhoui Farren was horrified. He reflexively leaned against the wall next to him.

Because her body was so weak, she almost fell down but she managed to hold her body by holding on to the table. He suddenly felt the air around him turbulent producing a faint sound. The feeling is similar to that in a horror movie.

After a while he became calm, then he swept his gaze towards the revolver on the table.

Wait a minute, with the condition of this family it is impossible to have the means to buy this weapon, even if 1 family is trying to buy a revolver!

Then Zhoui Farren began to frown.

While thinking aloud, he suddenly saw a red fingerprint on the side of the table, it was darker than moonlight and thicker than ‘hood’ .

That's a bloody fingerprint!

Bloody fingerprints? Then Zhoui Farren looked towards his hand that was touching the table. Looking down, he found his right palm and fingers covered in blood.

Then the throbbing headache returned turbulent, although slightly weakened it continued.

Did I just try to smash my own head?

The guess came when Zhoui Farren walked quickly towards the slightly cracked makeup mirror.

After a few steps, he looked at the black-haired man and the dark-brown eyes with a medium body that exuded a scientific aura clearly, in contrast to his true self.

Then he kind of muttered!

Is this me now? Laville Maurly's?

Zhoui Farren was stunned for a moment. Due to the insufficient nightly illumination, he could not see anything clearly.

Using moonlight as illumination, he looked at and examined the right angle of his forehead.

After that in the mirror looks strange wounds quite clearly. Around the temple there is a bloody hole-shaped wound which is a dark red and slightly stained pale white liquid wriggling inside.

Zhoui Farren was stunned and became somewhat dazed.

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