"Country of Disorder"

"Country of Disorder"

Hobart Jeffrey clearly realized that he had entered the dream again. Not far away stood an Ancient Castle, crooked and nearly covered by vegetation, and an Ancient Town with beautiful scenery that had long since been abandoned.

Strangely, the distant ground held the sun, clouds, and stars.

A vast forest hung in the sky, its enormous Trees dangling upside down like stalactites in a cave.

Between the sky and the ground was another stretch of land, with vertical mountains and an enormous Clock Tower, as if someone had hung those scenes upon a giant wall.

Everything before his eyes seemed as though, as though this world were inside a box.

Over the past month, Hobart had often appeared in this dream. It was simply far too vivid; after waking, he remembered everything he had seen in it with perfect clarity.

There was no one here... No, that was not quite right. Hobart turned around, and that blurry figure was indeed not far Behind him.

Every time Hobart dreamed, he encountered that figure. It was so indistinct that he could not make out its features. He could only tell that its mouth was open, as though it were screaming something.

Sometimes he could hear its screams in the dream, and sometimes he could not.

If he could not hear them, that was truly something to be thankful for, because its screams made Hobart's entire brain feel as though it were boiling, while a surging madness seemed ready to burst out from within him.

Whenever that happened, Hobart would wake from the dream and have to struggle against the madness inside him.

Hobart had once wondered whether the figure might be one of this place's residents, and he had tried to communicate with it effectively. Yet without exception, every attempt had failed.

So whenever Hobart saw that figure, he could only choose to flee quickly.

The figure drifted faster than Hobart could run and soon caught up to him. Hobart gave a bitter smile as its scream once again pierced his eardrums.

The churning pain in his brain returned. Just as Hobart gritted his teeth and prepared for the moment he woke up, he actually understood the other party's scream: "Country of Disorder... Country of Disorder..."

It had been screaming "Country of Disorder" all along? A memory buried deep in Hobart's mind was awakened. "Country of Disorder" was one of the Sephirot.

Hobart stared at everything around him in astonishment. This was the Country of Disorder? Shouldn't it have been on the Western Continent?

Hiss... Hobart woke from the dream and abruptly sat up in bed. A Red Moon hung in the Night Sky outside his window. He could hear insects chirping and the breeze rustling through leaves. No matter how he looked at it, it was a peaceful night.

Panting heavily, Hobart realized that he was drenched in cold sweat. Then he discovered that he seemed to have lost an important memory. In the dream, he seemed to have understood where that dream world was, but why could he no longer remember?

This was not the first time he had felt this way. Hobart had transmigrated into this world a month ago.

Before transmigrating, he had been an ordinary office drone in China. He liked reading novels in his spare time, so after arriving here, he quickly realized that this was the world of "Lord of the Mysteries."

The kingdom he was in was called Loen, the city was its capital, Backlund, and the current king was George III.

More importantly, after transmigrating, Hobart discovered that he possessed certain traits of a Beyonder. For example, his eloquence seemed to have improved greatly, and his family and friends had become easier to persuade.

Yet strangely, Hobart had inherited almost all of the original owner's memories, but the original owner had never consumed a Potion or come into contact with any item possessing obvious Extraordinary Characteristics.

Ever since Hobart had transmigrated, he had dreamed of that bizarre scene once every two or three days. Now, he was having almost the same dream once a day.

This matter had plagued Hobart constantly. He truly could not understand where the Extraordinary Characteristics that had suddenly appeared on him came from. This was the first strange thing after his transmigration; the second was Hobart's memory loss.

He had read "Lord of the Mysteries" several times and knew the plots of the earlier volumes by heart, but he had only a vague impression of the plots in the later volumes.

Hobart could roughly understand that these missing memories were a form of protection for himself. He also vaguely remembered that if one's level was too low, merely knowing certain Mysticism Knowledge would result in contamination.

What he could not understand, however, was why he had lost those memories.

These thoughts that came to Hobart after waking lasted only an instant. Then a violent headache swept over him, as though someone were stirring his brain with a knife.

At the same time, Hobart felt as though a crazed beast inside him was about to tear open his body and burst out.

This wave of madness was more severe than any before. Hobart collapsed to the floor, trembling all over. He wanted to scream madly, smash everything in the room, and kill every person in the house.

The last remnants of reason stopped Hobart's mad thoughts. He struggled to suppress the pain and madness, then used the Hermes he had learned from the original owner at Grammar School, trying to pronounce every word clearly: "The Fool that doesn't belong to this era;

"You are the Mysterious Ruler above the Gray Fog; you are the King of Yellow and Black who holds dominion over good fortune.

"I beseech Your help.

"I beseech Your favor.

"I beseech You to help me suppress this endless madness."

This was the only solution Hobart could think of. Although he suspected that his adoptive father was a Beyonder, the man had never displayed any Beyonder abilities or revealed any Mysticism Knowledge, so Hobart did not dare expose his condition.

Compared with his adoptive father, Hobart was more willing to trust Klein, another transmigrator. At the very least, he knew that this "The Fool" was compassionate and kindhearted.

It was now early July, 1349. Hobart vaguely remembered that Klein should already have transmigrated by this point and should already be in... He had forgotten where. In any case, Klein had started the Tarot Club above a Magical Gray Fog.

This was not the first time he had recited The Fool's Honorific Name. He had received no response before, and theoretically, Klein should already have investigated him.

He hoped this time would catch Klein's attention. If this continued, he felt that he would truly go mad.

Hobart recited The Fool's Honorific Name seven or eight times. His reason gradually failed to suppress the madness in his heart. Just as the madness in his body was about to completely spiral into Loss of Control, he suddenly felt as though something had pulled him. He passed through a layer of grayish-white mist and arrived in a grand hall.

The madness vanished without a trace in an instant, and Hobart let out a long sigh of relief.

Hobart was seated beside an ancient, mottled Bronze Long Table. At the far end of the Bronze Long Table sat a mysterious and powerful blurry figure.

Hobart thought, Klein, you finally made a move.

Many readers felt that Klein pulling in a stranger here was rather abnormal, after all, Klein was a very cautious person,