Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 7 The True Creator

Secret prayer?
Literally, it means someone who prays to a hidden being.

It seems to fit the image of a cult member.
Lu Ze pondered the meaning of the name for a moment, then continued to ask, "So, what are the abilities of the 'Mystic Prayer'?"

"The Mystic Prayer can sense certain mysterious and terrifying beings, possess some knowledge of rituals and a small amount of ritual magic, and will more or less have distorted perceptions. But apart from that, their physical strength is no different from that of ordinary people, and because of their higher intuition, they are more likely to lose control than ordinary extraordinary beings."

".ah?"

Easier to lose control? What kind of characteristic is that! And his physical strength is no different from that of an ordinary person. No wonder he could knock down Sirius with a candlestick. He seems to be no match for the diviner or the sleepless.

Lu Ze couldn't help but click his tongue.

“Don’t underestimate them. The Sequence 9 Mystics are indeed not strong. Their main threat comes from their tendency to go out of control. However, their higher-sequence abilities are quite terrifying. They are known for their evil, madness, and omnipotence,” Dunn continued. “However, I cannot tell you their specific information for reasons of secrecy.”

"alright, thank you very much."

Luze nodded, half disappointed and half uneasy. He was disappointed because he couldn't get more information, and uneasy because, after Dunn's explanation, he could vaguely see the hopeless future of this sequence.

"Speaking of which, if you really want to understand the abilities of the Mystic People, shouldn't you ask yourself the most questions?"

Just then, the green-eyed night watchman, who had been observing Lu Ze without saying a word, interrupted with a smile. He was good-looking, dressed unconventionally, and had a poetic, romantic, and frivolous air about him.

He's not as handsome as me.

Lu Ze muttered to himself, then nodded to the other person, "Excuse me, sir, night watchman?"

"My name is Leonard Mitchell."

"Mr. Leonard, what do you mean by that?"

“No need to be so formal, just call me Leonard. I mean, potions come with their own information. The relevant knowledge was already imprinted in your mind the moment you became a Mystic.” The green-eyed Night Watcher who called himself Leonard tapped his forehead with his knuckles and chuckled, “Why don’t you try meditating? Maybe you’ll find out what your abilities are.”

Is it that simple?
Lu Ze found it somewhat unbelievable, but decided to give it a try anyway. "How exactly do you do meditation?"

Leonard then taught him meditation techniques. Following his instructions, Luzer closed his eyes, relaxed his mind, and tried to communicate with his inner self.

The streets were very quiet at night, and the other two people in the carriage also fell silent; for a moment, only the sound of the carriage moving along the road could be heard. Soon, Lu Ze cleared his mind and indeed discovered some things that didn't originally belong to him.

"I sensed it; it seemed to be some kind of knowledge about rituals."

He muttered, his expression shifting slightly, his face filled with disgust, "This is insane."

It turns out that most of this sacrificial knowledge was extremely distorted and evil, providing detailed instructions on how to please evil gods, including sacrificing flesh and blood, people's lives, and even their desperate and extreme emotions before death.
"Other than that?"

Dunn pressed on, saying that being able to learn about the Secret Prayer people from a first-person perspective was also a novel experience for him.

"And some ritual magic."

Lu Ze frowned, pondering carefully, "But many rituals are insane, built on pleasing evil gods, and the effects they produce are extremely distorted."

"It's almost identical to what's written in internal documents."

Dunn nodded, noticing that the other person's condition was somewhat poor, and said, "That's enough, Luze, let's end the meditation."

"it is good."

Lu Ze responded, but did not stop.

Huh? I should have stopped, so why am I still looking deeper?
Lu Ze was somewhat puzzled, but he continued. In the deepest part, something seemed to be pushing him, an unstoppable force propelling him deeper into his consciousness.

Who is the object of the Secret Prayer's sacrifice?
Who are those beings that those rituals pray to?

Driven by a frenzied, surging thought, he relentlessly pursued the name of that colossal entity etched deep within the potion's core. Like forcing his flesh into a narrow cave, even with shattered bones, he still mobilized his muscles, wriggling like worms deeper. Finally, he saw clearly, heard clearly, remembered clearly. Beneath the inverted cross, in the blood-red sky, on Sirius's broken corpse, piled up, carved, and overflowing with praise for the Lord! That was the Lord's name—

"The True Creator."

Luze trembled with fear, and involuntarily chanted in a foreign language he had never learned, with immense joy and despair:
"The Creator of all things."

"stop!"

A loud shout suddenly rang out, startling Lu Ze from his hallucination.

Opening his eyes, he saw Dunn pressing on his shoulder, his other hand already drawing a revolver, while Leonard stood up, hunched over, as if ready for battle.

Dunn gazed at him with his deep eyes, and only when he saw that he had regained consciousness did he breathe a sigh of relief and slowly sit back down.

"What were you doing just now?"

he questioned.

"Check the knowledge carried by the potion, huh?" Lu Ze said innocently.

"You are trying to invoke the name of the true Creator in Hermes!"

Dunn said seriously.

"What is that? Is it serious?"

Lu Ze felt his head buzzing, throbbing with pain and dizziness. During his meditation, he had gained a wealth of mystical knowledge from the potion, which filled his mind. Out of the corner of his eye, he once again saw irregular black lines and illusory limbs appearing in the corner of the carriage, peering at Lu Ze and uttering inexplicable murmurs.

"serious?"

Leonard scoffed, "If you had been lucky enough to recite all the honorifics just now, you would already be a madman like Sirius!"

Lu Ze couldn't help but swallow, glancing subconsciously at the revolver in Dunn's hand.

In other words, they would open fire immediately.
Dunn put away his revolver and said:
"The true creator is the evil god worshipped by the Aurora Society, the 'Lord' that Sirius refers to. You mentioned before that when you're in a hallucination, you see an upside-down giant, right?"

"Yes."

Lu Ze nodded, then suddenly paused.

Could it be that.
"The upside-down giant is the most classic image of that evil god."

Dunn said calmly.

"hiss"

Lu Ze took a deep breath, startled and shocked.

A chill ran up his spine from the soles of his feet, finally exploding in his brain.

No wonder Sirius said he had the aura of "the Lord" on him.
"Why is this happening?"

He murmured unconsciously.

Why did Lu Ze see such hallucinations before he traveled through time?
How does this relate to his time travel?

"I was really just checking my knowledge of potions. This name is something that comes with the potion itself, and I couldn't help but say it out loud the moment I saw it," he said, trying to prove his innocence. "I didn't know what the consequences would be if I said it out loud."

Upon careful recollection, besides the true creator, there seems to be another revered name in the potion, but given the current situation, it's best not to mention it for now.

"I believe you, but don't do it again next time."

Dunn gave him a deep look and said.

Lu Ze nodded hurriedly.

After that, the atmosphere in the carriage became eerily quiet. None of the three spoke again until the four-wheeled carriage carried them to their destination.

The sign bearing the words "Blackthorn Security Company" was illuminated by the gas streetlights. The entire building stood silently in the deep night, guarding the city's slumber. The carriage door was pushed open, and a cool night breeze brushed against his face. Lu Ze's spirits lifted, and he suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, Mr. Dunn."

He said, "My sister was a little rude when she spoke to you just now. She's young and doesn't know any better, so please forgive her."

Dunn had already stepped one foot out of the carriage, but upon hearing this, he stopped and turned around.

Do you think I would mind?

he asked calmly.

You probably won't mind, but I still have to say something.

Lu Ze thought to himself.

When Dunn saw that he didn't answer, he suddenly smiled and said something unrelated.

"Your sister is taking good care of you."

"what?"

Lu Ze was a little confused when he saw Dunn pointing to his fingernails, hair, clothes, and other places.

“You used to be in a state of hallucination and half-madness, unable to take care of yourself. But your nails and hair were carefully trimmed, and your clothes, though worn, were clean—this shows that your sister has been taking good care of you. And when facing a male police officer like me, whose strength far surpasses hers, she dared to talk back even when she was afraid, just to protect her brother.”

Dunn pulled his police cap up over his head, turned and left the carriage. His last words disappeared into the night wind: "How could I possibly mind such a noble lady's slight rudeness?"

(End of this chapter)