Chapter 1
"The Country in Disorder"
Chapter 1 "The Country in Disorder"
Hobert Jeffrey was clearly aware that he had entered a dream again. In the distance, there was a crooked castle that was almost covered by vegetation, and a beautiful but abandoned ancient town.
Strangely, there were sun, clouds, and stars on the ground in the distance.
In the sky, there was a vast forest, with huge trees hanging upside down like stalactites in a cave.
Between the sky and the ground, there are also towering mountains and a huge clock tower, as if someone had hung these scenes on a huge wall.
Everything before my eyes felt as if the world were inside a box.
For the past month, Hobart has frequently appeared in this dream, but the dream is so vivid that he remembers everything he saw in it clearly after waking up.
There was no one here... No, it's not that there was no one here. Hobert looked back and sure enough, the blurry figure was not far behind him.
Every time Hobert encountered this figure in his dreams, it was so blurry that he couldn't make out its appearance. He could only see that it was opening its mouth, as if it were screaming something.
Sometimes I can hear his screams in my dreams, sometimes I can't.
If he couldn't hear it, that would be a real blessing, because his screams would make Hobart's entire brain feel like it was boiling, and at the same time, a surge of madness seemed to be surging out of his body.
At these times, Hobart would wake up from his dream and struggle against the madness within him.
Hobart had speculated that the figure might be a resident of the area and had tried to communicate with it effectively, but all his attempts failed.
So when Hobert saw the figure, he had no choice but to run away quickly.
The figure moved faster than Hobart could run, and quickly caught up. Hobart smiled wryly; the other's roar still reached his ears.
The throbbing pain returned, and just as Hobert gritted his teeth, bracing himself for the moment he would wake up, he suddenly understood the other person's scream:
"A country in disorder...a country in disorder..."
The other side kept shouting "a country in chaos"?
Memories long buried deep in Hobart's mind are awakened; the "Land of Chaos" is one of the "Source Matter".
Hobert stared in astonishment at everything around him. Was this the "Land of Chaos"? Shouldn't it be on the Western Continent?
hiss~
Hobert woke up from his dream and sat up abruptly in bed. A red moon hung in the night sky outside the window, and he could hear the chirping of insects and the sound of the breeze rustling through the leaves. It seemed like a peaceful night.
Panting heavily, Hobert realized he was covered in a cold sweat. Then he discovered that he seemed to have lost a very important memory. In the dream, he seemed to understand where the dream world was, but why couldn't he remember it?
This wasn't the first time he'd had this feeling; Hobert had been transported to this world a month ago.
Before transmigrating, he was an ordinary working man in China who enjoyed reading novels in his spare time. So after transmigrating, he quickly discovered that he was in the world of "Lord of Mysteries".
His kingdom is called Rune, his city is the capital Backlund, and the current king is George III.
Of course, more importantly, after Hobart traveled through time, he discovered that he had acquired certain characteristics of extraordinary individuals. For example, his eloquence seemed to have improved a lot, and his family and friends became easier to persuade.
Strangely, Hobert inherited almost all of the original owner's memories, but the original owner had never taken any magic potions or come into contact with any items that had obvious extraordinary properties.
Ever since Hobart transmigrated here, he has had a dream with that strange scene every two or three days, and now he has a similar dream almost every day.
This matter has been troubling Hobart, who simply cannot understand where the extraordinary characteristics that have suddenly appeared in him come from.
This was the first strange thing after the time travel; the second strange thing was Hobart's amnesia.
He had read Lord of Mysteries several times and knew the plot of the first few volumes by heart, but he only had a vague idea of the plot of the later volumes.
Hobart probably realized that these missing memories were a form of self-protection, and he also probably remembered that if he were at a lower level, some occult knowledge would be corrupted simply by knowing it.
However, what he couldn't understand was why he had lost these memories.
These thoughts that Hobart had after waking up were fleeting, followed by a severe headache that felt like someone was churning his brain with a knife.
At the same time, Hobert felt a mad beast inside him, about to tear his body apart and burst out.
This madness was more intense than ever before. Hobert collapsed to the ground, trembling violently, wanting to scream, smash everything in the room, and kill everyone in the house.
The last vestiges of reason stopped Hobart's mad thoughts. He struggled to suppress the pain and madness, trying his best to pronounce clearly in Hermes, the language the original owner had learned at grammar school:
"A fool who does not belong to this era; "
"You are the mysterious ruler of the gray fog;"
"You are the king of yellow and black who holds the key to good fortune."
I beg for your help.
"I pray for your favor."
"I beg you to help me suppress my endless madness."
This was the only solution Hobart could think of. Although he suspected that his adoptive father was an extraordinary being, the other party had never shown any extraordinary abilities or revealed any knowledge about mysticism, so Hobart dared not expose his own state.
Hobart preferred to believe Klein, a fellow time traveler, rather than his adoptive father, at least he knew that this "fool" was compassionate and kind-hearted.
The current date is early July 1349. Hobert vaguely remembers that Klein should have already traveled here by now, and has already started a tarot gathering in... I forget where, but it was in a magical gray fog.
This was not the first time he had recited the name of "The Fool," and he had not received a response before. Theoretically, Cthulhu should have already examined him.
He hoped this would get Klein's attention; if things continued like this, he felt he would really go crazy.
Hobert recited the name of "The Fool" seven or eight times. His reason could no longer suppress the madness in his heart. Just when this madness was about to completely get out of control, he suddenly felt as if he was being pulled by something, passing through a layer of gray-white mist, and arriving in a magnificent hall.
The madness vanished instantly, and Hobert breathed a long sigh of relief.
At this moment, Hobert was sitting at an ancient and mottled bronze table, at the far end of which sat a mysterious and powerful, dazed figure.
Hobert thought to himself, "King, you've finally made your move."
Many readers found it unusual for Klein to bring up a stranger at this point, given that Klein is generally a very cautious person.
(End of this chapter)