The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 355's

In a gripping silence, Derrick Berg's first thought when he came to his senses was to save the man.

However, the two guards holding him in the middle did not show any reaction, as if everything that had just happened was just his imagination.

"Someone called for help," the young Derrick told the two Dawn Paladins.

On his left, a tall knight wearing silver armor calmly replied, "Don't be fooled.

"That's just normal behavior from Beyonders who are on the verge of losing control."

Did ya? Maybe he was screaming for help because he didn't want to give up and lose control and become a monster.

Following the change in his mood, the illusion, the buzzing sound in his ears became clearer.

After quietly taking a few steps forward, the Dawn Paladin from earlier pointed to a door on the left and said, "You will stay here for a while. We'll get you food and medicine on time."

As he spoke, he took out an iron-black bottle.

This bottle was made from the remains of a straw-like object left over from the staple food of the Silver City, Black-Faced Grass. After meeting the liquid, it will produce thin film, so as to achieve the waterproof and sealing effect.

Derrick took the bottle and gulped it down, feeling a cold sensation slide down his esophagus and into his stomach.

His entire existence quickly became silent. The swaying scene before his eyes was stable, and the auditory hallucinations in his ears gradually weakened.

Crunch!

Hearing the sound of the iron door closing and locking, Derrick entered his own room.

The first thing he saw was a candle flickering with a dim yellow light, and then he made a low bed, a chair, and a square table.

Besides, there's nothing else. However, its walls, including its doors, were all carved with intricate and mysterious symbols and labels. They seemed to form a complete seal.

Derrick's emotions are also suppressed by medication. He sat on the bed without the slightest bit of curiosity before lying down.

After an unknown period of time, he suddenly heard the sound of someone banging on his door. However, this did not come from outside his room, but from his neighboring cell.

Derrick sat down and listened. He heard a sharp, high-pitched roar from that knock.

His hair stood upright as he suddenly stood up, taking an extremely defensive stance.

At this moment, the sound of a bang spread to the metal wall separated by two rooms, slowly destroying the bulge.

Derrick was about to pray for a holy light when the scene before his eyes suddenly lit up. It seemed like the entire space around him had been moved to the outside world, right at the moment the lightning struck.

The sound of the wall being smashed beside him had disappeared, and the bottom of the spire was silent again.

It was not absolute silence. Instead, the sound of light footsteps resounded for a long distance. It only became silent after the echo continued for a long time.

Derrick wondered what happened to the Beyonder in the neighboring cell when someone knocked on the metal wall on the other side.

Nah! Nah! Nah!

It was as if someone had bent their fingers and tapped lightly.

"Who is this?" Derrick asked, raising his voice with a little caution.

The knocking immediately stopped, and after a few seconds, a deep yet somewhat old voice sounded faintly.

"So it turns out he's a young boy."

"You are?" Seeing that others could communicate rationally, Derrick leaned against the wall and stuck his ear to the cold metal.

The old voice chuckled and said, "The person next to you almost lost control a few times. He finally couldn't be saved today."

He really lost control? Derrick asked through the metal wall, "So he's becoming a monster now?"

"No, not a monster, but a corpse. He was finished off by an item sealed here." The old voice sighed, "i've been here for forty-two years. Yeah, those guards told me that they had seen too many similar incidents."

Derrick was surprised and returned with the question, "You've been here for forty-two years?"

Usually, loss of control can be divided into three stages. The first stage is warning signs, such as auditory and visual hallucinations. In the second stage, the person's body and mind are already out of control, and from time to time, they will display frightening or strange circumstances. As for the third stage, it was total damage, turning the Rampager into a terrifying monster.

The time it took from the second stage to the third stage was rather fast. Perhaps after discovering the symptoms, one would witness a seemingly ordinary Beyonder turning into a monster that could be found deep in the darkness.

In other words, after the second stage Beyonder was sent to the bottom of the spire, they would be treated with medicines, rituals, and other methods, he said, slowly stabilize themselves and let them go within eighteen months. Otherwise, they would quickly lose control and be cleaned up. It was impossible for anyone to be locked up for forty-two years.

As first stage Beyonder, they only take between a few days to less than twenty days to eliminate all symptoms and go away, being treated completely.

The old voice immediately chuckled and said, "Right, I also did not expect to stay here for forty-two years.

Derrick frowned slightly and asked curiously, "What happened forty-two years ago?"

At the time, both of his parents were not yet born.

The old voice went silent for a moment before saying, "i was once the captain of the exploration team.

“We found the destroyed city about half a month from Silver City. Heh, this is calculated based on our speed.

"The city is similar to our Silver City. It clearly has traces that the city was ruled by giants, and it also believed in the God who created everything, the almighty and omniscient God.

"Unfortunately, they were destroyed; destroyed countless years ago."

Derrick is no stranger to such things. He immediately guessed, "Since you had some strange incidents there, you are determined to risk losing control?"

"More or less." The old voice laughed. "After we explored the core area, we found that the city was trying to change trust. They created a god they imagined would save them. However, it was useless; even the statues of the gods were destroyed and spilled throughout the land. "

At this point, his tone suddenly became heavy.

"However, we met someone there.

"This is the first time in the last 2000 years our Silver City has met someone who does not belong to our city!

"Beyond the Silver City, in the endless depths of darkness, there really is someone still alive!"

Derrick subconsciously asked, "You brought him back to the Silver City?"

The old voice said after two seconds, "Didn't you feel surprised?

"The reason why our Silver City works so hard to explore the surroundings is to find humans like us. We finally found them 42 years ago!"

This is indeed quite shocking news, but I often see Miss Justice, Mr. Hanged Man, and others.I often hear about the Loen Kingdom and the seven orthodox gods. Wasn't it very clear that there were people outside of Silver City, with cities and countries? Derrick scratched his head, and without much experience, he pretended to be surprised.

"I didn't notice this.

"It's really unbelievable. Other than the residents of Silver City, there was actually someone else!"

"…" The old voice went silent for a moment before saying, "Has the education of the Silver City become so bad?"

Without waiting for Derrick to speak, he sighed and said to himself, "We very carefully invited that person to the Silver City as a guest. After some consideration, he agreed.

"We monitored and escorted him all the way back, but when we were about to arrive in Silver City, he suddenly disappeared …

"We searched everywhere, but we couldn't find it. After we returned to Silver City, my team members went crazy, one by one. They're losing control. All of them! None of them survived!

"The six-member council suspected that we were contaminated by something and that person was not at all human, but an evil spirit, a monster. So, they locked me up here, and many times, they came to confirm my condition, but they would never tell me what the problem was, nor would they let me out."

Derrick let out a heavy sigh and asked, "Do you remember what the man looked like?"

"… He looks very ordinary, and nothing stands out from him. He dresses like us, and unless I remember that he is a man, I cannot remember what he is like, the elders should be able to use Beyonder means to instantly see it from my faint and forgotten memories," the old voice recalled for almost a minute and said with a hint of pain.

Derrick urged him, casually, "Did he say what his name was? Did he tell you about his origins?"

The old voice acknowledged briefly.

"He told us his name was …"

He paused for a moment before saying, "Amon."

…

Sunday morning, at the factory.

In the past two days, Klein and Mike have "visited" many places in the East Borough under Kohler's old guidance.

As a result, Mike watched as five or six people huddled together in one room, and it was not the worst case he had seen.

In the poorest area of the East Borough, an ordinary bedroom can accommodate ten people. Distribution of rights to use the floor and the exact time of use—siang or malam—surprise the reporter.

Moreover, poverty does not discriminate between men and women. In those places, people of different genders are sandwiched in a cramped space without being able to adhere to social norms. Certain incidents that deserve time in court happen all the time. Both men and women, all of whom always face the threat of violence.

“... Dirty, crowded, bau—that's the most objective impression.I suspect that every one of them has a serious problem with parasites, they're not connected to the sewers. Stools, urine, vomiting, and others can be found everywhere. Each house here has only one public bathroom, or worse, each street has only one public toilet…

“They are very busy every day, but they can only fill their stomachs without any savings. As long as they are unemployed for a few days, they will fall into an unredeemable abyss.Fear of death if given a little hope.” wrote Mike in his investigative script.

In addition, reporters were impressed by the bums who roamed the streets in the middle of the night, the girls who stood stiff on the side of the road or in bars, he said, as well as the drinkers who really loose with their drinks. They do not refrain from using violence and do not consider the future. All of this left a deep impression on this reporter.

He's getting quiet.