"Two months..." He whispered to himself, his breath instantly shredded by the cold wind. He had been thrown into this familiar yet unfamiliar world a full sixty days later than his "kindred," Klein Moretti. It felt familiar because he had read the thick epic that depicted this world; it felt unfamiliar because when the words transformed into icy reality, and every breath carried the frantic whispers of Beyonder characteristics, the experience was completely different.

A fanfiction about Lord of Mysteries. "Mr. A, look over there, there's a living Extraordinary Ability. Let's capture him and offer him to the Lord." "Hey, Mr. Beastmaster about to be promoted, this is excellent promotion material. You'll definitely need it at Sequence 7. How about a discount, 700 gold pounds?" "Mr. Fool, don't be so stingy. Drink this Faceless Man Potion and put on your half-high silk hat." "The 'Grim Reaper' of the Tarot Society, Mr. M of the Aurora Society, one of the thirty-two mentors of the Morse Penitentiary, and a special bishop of the Steam Church—these are all nicknames I often use. Call me whatever you like," Tzel said very politely.