Lord of Mysteries: My Identities Echoes Across Time

Lynn felt like he was splitting apart.

He could still feel his main consciousness, but besides that, Lynn discovered that his spirit seemed to have extended, simultaneously controlling another body in a different time and space.

That body of his was sitting on top of a huge monster's corpse, and the scene was very surreal.

'Am I dreaming?'

Lynn blinked his eyes. He found that his main consciousness was lying in a cold pit, with the sound of sparse rain mixed with the "clang, clang, clang" sound of what seemed like a shovel digging soil. The rain mixed with the dirt on his face, bringing a sticky and disgusting feeling.

Lynn looked up in confusion, only to see a blood-red crescent moon hanging in the sky. Although most of the moon was covered by dark clouds, he could still see a few edges.

The moon... why is it red?

Where is he?

His hazy consciousness finally fully awakened at this moment. Lynn suddenly realized that his spirit had indeed split into two, simultaneously controlling two bodies, and his main consciousness body... was being buried?!

'Damn it! What kind of murder and burial scene is this?!'

Lynn was startled, his first reaction was not that he had transmigrated, but that Conan's reaper's aura had finally affected him, an innocent childhood friend. But then Lynn realized this was impossible. Rather than simply being affected by the reaper's aura, this seemed more like he had transmigrated again, and into two people at the same time.

'Damn it! The brewery I just destroyed yesterday, all for nothing!'

Lynn felt his vision go black, and he started cursing in his mind. Just then, he felt a gust of wind coming towards his face. Lynn instinctively supported himself with his elbow and, with a skillful twist and roll, dodged the shovel that was coming down on his head and saw his attacker clearly.

It was a tall, thin man who didn't look very strong, dressed in a retro-style high-collared coat. His hair was graying at the temples, and he looked to be around 40, staring at him with a mix of shock and terror.

'Is this the murderer this time? No need to choose from three... wait, no!'

Lynn suppressed his wandering thoughts, quickly and deftly got up from the ground, and noticed that he was in a desolate forest, seemingly a perfect place for murder and body disposal.

The tall, thin man dropped the shovel and seemed to be reaching for something in his coat.

Lynn was familiar with this move. He immediately lunged forward, elbowing the man in the abdomen and snatching the half-drawn gun from his hand. He then kicked the man, sending him flying three or four meters before he crashed into a tree with a "bang."

The man's body slid down the tree and lay limp on the ground, unmoving.

Lynn wasn't surprised. He skillfully checked to see if the man was pretending to be unconscious. After confirming that the man was indeed out cold, Lynn raised his hand, planning to strike the back of his neck again, but hesitated.

"Wait, this isn't the Conan world. If I hit him like this, will I kill him?" Lynn pondered. Although he didn't have a no-kill principle, killing someone just after transmigrating, and possibly failing to dispose of the body properly, could lead to jail time if discovered by a detective.

He wasn't sure about the self-defense laws in this world.

After hesitating for a second, Lynn decided to use a safer method. He improvised a rope from the man's clothes and tied him up.

After resolving the immediate crisis, Lynn's gaze fell on the gun he had taken from the man. It was clearly a revolver, but an old-fashioned one.

"This design, Victorian era? Damn." Lynn fiddled with the gun and within a few seconds, he had disassembled it into parts.

As he examined the parts, he also focused part of his attention on the other body he was now controlling.

Though he didn't understand how it happened, it was clear he now had a doppelgänger... or a "Smurf Account?"

With Lynn's mindset, it was difficult but not impossible to control two bodies simultaneously. So his consciousness immediately spread to the Smurf Account.

On the monster's corpse, the originally empty eyes of a child about seven or eight years old gained a bit of liveliness, which was quickly covered by indifference and madness.

Lynn looked down and saw a tear in his foot, surrounded by blood and black-red flesh chunks, some still wriggling and growing twisted tentacles.

Honestly, it was a scene that could drive any intelligent being insane, terrifying and grotesque. But strangely, Lynn didn't feel any discomfort, as if it was nothing to him and couldn't shake him at all.

Lynn could even calmly analyze the situation, concluding that he had crawled out of the monster's stomach.

This was his "mother."

But this monster didn't die because of him, as Lynn could see the wounds on its body that he definitely couldn't have inflicted.

The "mother" had died before he broke out of the stomach.

Moreover, Lynn could see another bulge in the monster's stomach, indicating another creature inside.

What could it be?

Lynn thought, his gaze indifferent. Suddenly, he heard muffled crying, seemingly coming from under the bulging stomach.

So, it's a child...

Lynn looked at the bulge, hearing the crying getting weaker, but had no intention of rescuing the other.

Even though the other seemed close to death.

...

'No, wait, what am I doing? Why am I just watching?'

Lynn blinked, his consciousness suddenly clear, suppressing the indifference and madness that seemed to coexist with the body.

Lynn frowned, not bothering to figure out the situation, and directly lunged towards the bulge, tearing at the existing wound. Only then did he realize his current body was very small, looking like a seven or eight-year-old child.

But it seemed very strong.

Just as Lynn managed to tear the wound open a bit to check on the child's condition, a flame suddenly burst from the tear. Lynn was startled, instinctively stepping back, and saw the flame cut the tear open like a blade. A child, larger than a typical baby, crawled out.

The child, after crawling out, scanned the surroundings with lively red eyes before finally fixing on Lynn with a thoughtful expression.

Then, Lynn watched in shock as the child's form turned into a flame, which quickly rose and condensed into a seven or eight-year-old child.

This child looked like a normal human, with blood-red hair and eyes to match. Though still young, it was clear he had good features and would be handsome when older. But his expression was very arrogant, making it clear he was a troublemaker.

TN: Comment if you find any contradicting and hard-to-understand sentences, I'll fix it. And thanks for reading this novel in advance.

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