Lord of the Mysteries: Anchor

“Everyone will die, including me.”

This prophecy, etched into the Historical Void, became a curse Su Zhe had to break the moment he transmigrated.

When he woke, Su Zhe found himself in a broken “mysterious” world.

There was no bustling Backlund here, only steel ruins shrouded in black fog;

There was no Fool protecting the world, only the “Celestial Worthy,” enthroned Above the Gray Fog and on the verge of fully awakening;

The Tarot Club had fallen apart, Justice and Hanged Man were nowhere to be found, and the world was heading toward its end amid mad whispers.

Fortunately, he had bound himself to the one and only “anchor.”

In a world where madness spread unchecked, he was the only one still sane.

On this desolate land of despair, he would gather the scattered fragments of the soul left behind by that “Great Old Dominator.”

“Klein, don't sleep. This time, let me be your anchor.”