Lord of Mysteries: S Chapter 996: Klein Removes His Mask

Chapter 996: Klein Removes His Mask

"The Key of Death already has an owner?"

Holding the diary in his hand, Ebner skimd through most of the contents, but his gaze lingered on that one line.

That ans my earlier suspicion was probably correct—the current "Artificial Death" has most likely changed surnas... I just don’t know whether it’s Liu or Amon...

The reason the Goddess has kept this matter "hidden" is probably because, at that ti, the apocalypse was still far off. If a divine war were triggered imdiately, there would be one fewer true god to plug the "cracks" in the Earth’s barrier.

And besides, that wouldn’t fit Adam’s "script."

As his thoughts turned, Ebner put down the diary and looked at Klein, who seed hesitant to speak. Smiling, he said, "If you’ve got sothing to say, just say it."

Compared to the Roselle in the diary—who was filled with suspicion and caution toward the "Calamity Seal"—Klein’s habit of "removing his mask" in front of him made Ebner feel truly comfortable. He decided that whatever Klein wanted, he’d try his best to help.

"It’s like this... I’d like to make a trade with you," Klein said carefully. "Specifically, for that item in your possession—the ’Silent Disciple’ characteristic you obtained from the Rose School demigod."

The Silent Disciple characteristic? Ebner recalled for a mont, then rembered. Yes—he had obtained it as spoils from the first layer of the "Dream Labyrinth Tower," after fighting a Rose School demigod’s spirit.

"And what do you plan to exchange for it?" Ebner asked after so thought. He didn’t really have much use for that characteristic. If the price was good, selling it to Klein to help him "please" Miss Sharon wouldn’t be a bad deal.

Hearing the question, Klein took a deep breath, then retrieved the Seed of Fire gloves from his pile of miscellaneous items. He launched into a persuasive pitch, describing the item—and the "True Creator" corruption it carried—with such eloquence that he nearly made flowers bloom in the underworld.

It wasn’t entirely exaggeration—when he demonstrated the "True Creator’s" corruptive power, the gray fog itself seed to stir and ripple faintly.

Finally, Klein concluded with hopeful eyes: "In your hands, this item could unleash its full potential—far beyond that of an ordinary demigod’s might. So, what do you think?"

Ebner was silent for several seconds. Then, as if trying to re-evaluate the man before him, he looked Klein up and down for half a minute—until Klein began to fidget—before saying slowly,

"Tell ... is it possible that what you’re trying to do is convince

that a Sequence 6 extraordinary item is equal in value to a Sequence 3 characteristic?"

Klein froze, speechless. Though a bit embarrassed, he nodded in agreent. "You’ve got a point... Hmm, how about this—if I add this blood-red crystal, would that make up the difference?"

As he spoke, he took out the long, slender blood crystal extracted from Slaughterer Gilchies’ body and placed it before Ebner.

"What’s this..." Ebner frowned slightly, feeling that it looked familiar. It resembled the soul stones ford from the deaths of those special beings tied to the Primordial—like the "chanical Emperor" or the "Elf King"—but it was inferior, sohow incomplete.

It was more like an early prototype or a low-grade version of a soul stone.

"It ca from the ’Slaughterer’ Gilchies. Essentially, it was the dium through which the ’Death Announcer’ controlled him," Klein explained briefly. He then projected the scene he had divined through the crystal for Ebner to see.

In the vision, a gray, misty world appeared, filled with blood-stained altars inscribed with foul symbols and words. They seed to chant sothing blasphemous... Then, a handso man over three ters tall placed the condensed blood crystal and a soul onto one of the altars, performing a ritual that turned the soul into an "egg."

"It really works..." the man murmured to himself.

The vision ended there.

"This was what I saw when I divined the crystal’s use," Klein explained.

That handso man performing the ritual... that’s the God of Luck—no, that’s