r/MysteriesFolk

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It's Curly-haired Baboon leader

Same as my last post,treat it as my real time commentary of the novel.

What is the best sequence to have fun. just casual fun no beyonder battle.

2 rules only

lowest sequence and most Fun.

just 2

For this one the hard thing is not to find a fitting magicsystem, but THE best. Because the White Tower pathway being all about knowledge and spells puts the magic into magicsystem

Basically any magicsystem that follows the idea of a wizard instead of other mage types like sorcerers, druids, cleric, etc you know the caster who is a scholar of magic, fits this pathway

Last time Cult of the lamp narrowly won Hanged man.

For the next time I also want to ask, what do you guys think of a discussion heavy version of this style of post? Like were instead of a mix of comments, text and upvotes its mandatory to like explain how your choice fits?

Because it feels like I discouraged a bunch of people to make an argument while also seeing people who really like discussing these things

So that's why there's so many mpreg pics and fanfics,surely no other reasons,I'm glad to see a fandom that sticks to the lore and adds to it,it makes my hope in humanity rise once more,before it drops because of said fanfics,and that they're not canon.Added NSFW tag just to be safe.

Can't blame him for doubting

Who is going to tell them that we are the first pillars of this foundation they are standing on😭👏

Flash

*Thunder roars*

I jolted awake.

'yawn… 🥱 is it raining…?'

Still half-asleep, I dragged myself out of bed and shuffled toward the bathroom. But instead of reaching the door—

thud

“Ow(⁠ᗒ⁠ᗩ⁠ᗕ⁠)- huh…? Did I take the wrong turn…?”

I slowly forced my eyes open.(⁠*⁠￣⁠(⁠ｴ⁠)⁠￣⁠*⁠)

What greeted me wasn’t my familiar wall… but an old, cracked surface, stained with time.

'…What? Σ⁠(⁠ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ⁠) '

In an instant, all the sleep vanished.

I looked around.

This… wasn’t my room.

/Flash/

*Thunder*

A chill ran down my spine.(⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

The house was ancient—worn down, with parts of the ceiling leaking. Water dripped somewhere in the darkness. The only light came from brief flashes of lightning slicing through the void.

'Okay… okay… stay calm…'

I carefully scanned the room and spotted a dusty lamp hanging on the wall. Rushing over, I lit it with trembling hands.

A faint glow spread through the room.

'… that’s better…'(⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

Even though it was still dim, the presence of light alone felt comforting. For the first time, I truly understood how important light is to humans.

After calming down a little, I tried to think logically.

'Did I get kidnapped…?'

But… by who? And why?

'For money? Or… is it Grandpa enemy…?'

“Sigh… what is goin— huh??”

I froze.

My voice…

It sounded younger.

“…What the?”

Slowly, I raised my hand toward my throat—but stopped midway.

My arm.

It was smaller. Pale. Completely different from mine.

“…”

A bad feeling crept in.

Quickly, I checked the rest of my body.

And my heart dropped.

“This… isn’t my body…!”

My thoughts spiraled into chaos.(⁠@⁠_⁠@⁠)

‘W-what is going on?!’

My brain struggled to process everything at once. Panic began to rise.(⁠@⁠_⁠@⁠)

“No… calm down… breathe…”

Inhale

Exhale

I forced myself to think.

Let’s analyze the situation:

I woke up in a completely unfamiliar house.

The house looks old—almost like something from the industrial age.

My body is not my own.

“…Wait…”

A terrifying realization hit me.

“Did I… get transmigrated?” (⁠ᗒ⁠ᗩ⁠ᗕ⁠)

Otherwise… none of this makes sense.

And as if the world itself wanted to confirm my thoughts—

The storm clouds suddenly parted.

A crimson moon revealed itself, glowing ominously in the sky.

I stared at it, frozen.

Only one thought echoed in my mind—

“…I’m cooked(⁠ ⁠≧⁠Д⁠≦⁠).”

Welcome to the world of mysteries.