Lord Of The Mysteries モ横映

Chapter 2:Shin Everhart

This is Tingen City, a medium-sized city belonging to the Kingdom of Loen in the northern continent,

Shin didn't know what to say anymore. Everything in front of her defied her understanding of reality.

"This is not the world of modern technology anymore," she murmured, her voice a blend of disbelief and resignation. Her eyes swept over the scene, taking in the blood-red moon and the archaic surroundings. With a shaky breath, she reached for the pistol at her side, her fingers trembling slightly. The cold metal was a stark contrast to the warmth of her fear.

"This style... Victorian era?" Shin frowned, turning the pistol over in her hands. "Ugh, it's terrible." The design was unfamiliar, archaic in its craftsmanship. She toyed with the pistol, her hands moving with practiced ease as she disassembled it in a matter of seconds. Each part clicked into place with a sense of finality. She studied the components, her brow furrowing in concentration. The ammunition, in particular, drew her attention. There were strange markings on it, symbols she didn't recognize.

Interesting, she thought, her mind racing to make sense of it all. She carefully reassembled the pistol, her movements deliberate and precise, despite the turmoil inside her. As she finished, her gaze returned to the dead body on the ground. It was a stark reminder of the grim reality she was now a part of.

Her gaze fell once more on the lifeless body sprawled on the ground. The sight was grim, but Shin's expression remained cold. The man had been one of their targets, an assassin whose actions had led to a trail of bloodshed in Tingen City. As a Sequence 8: Melee Scholar of the Night Watchers Squad, Shin was no stranger to violence and death, but this situation was different.

The recent wave of murders in the city was tied to this man and his counterpart. Their presence had caused untold suffering, and the deaths they had orchestrated they killed so many people because of role-playing. Despite the man's death, Shin felt no remorse. He was a malevolent force, and his end was, in her view, a necessary step towards restoring some semblance of order.

"Shit, hah..." she muttered bitterly. She was well aware of the dangers and madness that lurked in this world. Her training had prepared her for many things, but this new reality was pushing her to her limits.

Steam engines, magic potions, gods, curses... This is a world where the level of technology is roughly between the two industrial revolutions, but there are also extraordinary powers. Mortals can possess various special powers through "magic potions", but they also face crazy erosion and the risk of getting out of control at any time.

In this world, failure to get promoted often means losing control or death. Relatively speaking, death may be a more fortunate outcome.

Her thoughts turned to the world she had left behind. "But then again," she reflected, "although there was no mystical power in the modern world, it was still dangerous—nuclear missiles and all that. It was still dangerous..." The thought brought a wry smile to her lips, a grim acknowledgment that danger was a constant, no matter the era.

After settling down, I will try to find a way to go back. This is also a world with extraordinary abilities, so the possibility of returning to my hometown is still very high.

Shin was jolted from her thoughts by the sound of approaching footsteps. She instinctively tightened her grip on the pistol at her waist and turned her head towards the source of the noise.

Through the dim, blood-red light of the moon, she saw a figure coming into view. The man's presence was immediately recognizable. With his black sideburns and piercing green pupils, he exuded a strikingly romantic and poetic demeanor. Leonard Mitchell. He was one of her colleagues, assigned to this mission alongside her.