Lord of Mysteries: Return of the Stars!

Moreover, when they were rejected and disliked by mainstream society, they would naturally be called Barbarians.

Hastur patiently summarized the key points of role-playing a Barbarian, even if not entirely correct, it was roughly in that direction.

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Barbarian Acting Method:

Rule One: When faced with problems, act more and think less; rely on brute force to solve issues.

Rule Two: When confronted with publicly accepted rules, order, and common sense, sometimes try to break them in a barbaric way.

Rule Three: Barbarism is reflected not only in actions but also in mentality; barbarism represents an unrestrained, self-willed, egoistic personality.

Rule Four: Don't send yourself to prison!

The fourth rule is the most important because he is playing a barbarian, not being an actual barbarian. If he keeps solving problems with brute force, he will definitely end up imprisoned for harming others.

After listing the four rules of playing a barbarian, Hastur felt his path ahead become much clearer.

But clarity is one thing, and truly putting it into practice is another.

He was not an impulsive or reckless person by nature, and with the noble image he had to maintain, he needed to grasp the proper balance.

Otherwise, by the time he digested the barbarian potion, his reputation as Baron Campbell would already be ruined, which would not help his future promotion in nobility.

He even considered maintaining a graceful noble image during the day and secretly acting as a barbarian at night.

But such behavior was undoubtedly self-deception, not only hindering potion digestion but also leading to a split personality.

Besides, what kind of barbarian skulks and hides?

People who behave like that are called thieves or thugs.

In his view, the best people to play the role of a barbarian are those low-morality, impulsive gang thugs.

Their behavior is always barbaric and rude, accustomed to solving problems with violence.

Unfortunately, he was not that kind of person.

It wasn't until lunchtime that Hastur came out of the study.

He walked downstairs, glanced at the busy maid, then at Butler Neil, and paused in thought.

He tugged open the first button of his white shirt, suppressed his smile, replaced it with an unrestrained gaze, and let his elegant descent down the stairs become casual and relaxed.

"..."

Butler Neil looked up, stunned in place, his eyes slightly dazed and confused.

Hasn't it been less than half a day? Why has his baron changed so much, was he stimulated by something?

"My lord, even in private you should maintain proper attire and elegant demeanor," Neil felt obliged to remind him.

Hastur chuckled lightly as he descended, "Proper attire and elegance are just external appearances. A true noble dares to be loyal to his own heart."

"..."

Butler Neil was even more confused.

Loyal to his own heart? Dressing like this, speaking like this, behaving like this, unrestrained by noble status, is this your heart?

"No need to worry so much; this is just a necessary stage in life. I will still be Baron Campbell."

"…Have you entered your rebellious youth phase, my lord?" Neil whispered.

"..."

This time Hastur was silent, but soon he smiled.

"Butler Neil, you truly deserve to be chosen personally by me, you always see through the essence beneath my flamboyant behavior so easily."

So it is a rebellious youth phase!

Most of Neil's confusion disappeared. His grandson, at the baron's age, often contradicted his father, refusing to be bound by rules, shouting daily about freedom and resisting authority.

With their family status, what right did they have to chase freedom or rebel against authority? Were they trying to commit insubordination?

For youths showing such symptoms, Neil's experience told him to ignore them. After hitting a few walls in society, they would calm down.

The two maids passing by Hastur glanced at the open shirt button exposing fair skin, their faces slightly flushed. They stole a couple of extra glances before quickening their pace to leave.

Hastur ignored such looks and strode proudly to the dining table.

Today's lunch was seafood fried rice with pan-fried veal steak, plus two desserts.

Hastur abandoned his usual elegant dining style, eating more wildly.

If he hadn't worried about startling Butler Neil with too drastic a change, he would have picked up the steak directly instead of cutting it into small pieces with a knife and fork.

Neil just glanced at him, remaining silent.

In his eyes, Hastur was still young and probably yearning for the bold and unrestrained lives of adult nobles, like children who drink and smoke just to prove they've grown up, not realizing that such behavior actually makes them look more childish.

Thinking of this, Neil smiled slightly, feeling like he was watching his own child grow up.

After lunch, Hastur returned to the study.

He already had many insights about playing a barbarian; now he needed to figure out how to create the second new rule.

The first new rule already gave him some security for long-term development, so he didn't need a similar one.

He had considered strengthening his current combat power or making a rule specifically for the Hall of Stars.

Since he was about to invite the Son of Chaos into the Hall of Stars, he thought it necessary to enhance the Hall's rule power, as preparation for future meetings with outer deities.

The rule could be something like: Within the Hall of Stars, Hastur Campbell reigns supreme; no attendee may offend his majesty, and any who dare to provoke him shall face severe punishment.

He had to ensure absolute control of the Hall of Stars and prevent the outer deities from targeting or disrupting him.

Essentially, it meant one thing: Within the Hall of Stars, he, Hastur Campbell, is unmatched by any outer god or eldritch being!

It sounded arrogant, but it was the right direction.

For now, he was weak, but who knew what the future would bring?

The rule needed to grow with him, not something like invincible below Sequence 8, which would be wasted once he reached Sequence 7.

According to the structure of the Hall of Stars and sequence hierarchy, he could set at most ten or eleven rules.

Each one was precious and could not be wasted, they were his greatest trump cards.

After much thought, Hastur began writing:

"Under the gaze of the stars, Hastur Campbell, traveler from another world and last heir of the Campbell family, is the master of the Hall of Stars. Any being who dares offend him within the Hall shall be severely punished! This rule is fair and reasonable, not altered by any external factors."

He read it several times, finding no problem with the start or end, but the middle still lacked refinement.

"Hmm, I need to polish it to avoid loopholes."

The Hall of Stars was his greatest cheat, and nothing could be allowed to go wrong.

After two hours of revisions, Hastur was satisfied and burned the discarded drafts to ash.

"Master of chaos and order!"

"Origin of all cosmic rules!"

"Restorer of the stars!"

Chanting in Ancient Hermes, his astral form entered the Hall of Stars.

With his previous experience, he sat on the high chair, summoned the second chain of order, and engraved the rule using his will as a blade:

"Under the gaze of the stars, Hastur Campbell,

traveler from another world and last heir of the Campbell family,

the Hall of Stars is His divine kingdom, the Chain of Order His weapon;

any who harbor malice or offend Him shall be pierced by the Chain of Order and forever suppressed under the stars!

This rule is fair and reasonable, not altered by any external factors."

He willed it, but the Chain of Order did not respond.

He tried again in Ancient Hermes, but still no response.

Was this rule exceeding the Hall's limit? Or could he only make one rule and no second or third?

Hastur paused, puzzled, then muttered in shock: "Could it be this rule is already built into the Hall of Stars?"

"This place is my divine kingdom, the Chain of Order is my weapon, and I am the master of this Hall!"

He remembered the flash of insight when he first sat in that seat, though he had doubted it at the time and delayed inviting the Son of Chaos or Mother Goddess of Depravity for meetings.

"Is that really the case?"

Hastur closed his eyes, leaning back, quietly sensing the Hall of Stars.

When he opened them again, he had his answer: the Hall's own rules and order were enough to protect its new master.

Even when he had just advanced to Sequence 9 Lawyer, the Son of Chaos and Mother Goddess of Depravity attending meetings would pose no danger.

Tapping his fingers on the desk, Hastur smiled wryly. "Looks like I was being overly cautious."

Indeed, if the Hall couldn't ensure his safety, it wouldn't have manifested stars linked to the Son of Chaos and Mother Goddess of Depravity or given him authority to summon them.

Perhaps the way the Hall gathered outer deities was different from what he imagined.

Otherwise, even with the Hall's high status, his Sequence 8 self couldn't possibly suppress someone like the Mother Goddess of Depravity.

Either way, one worry was resolved.

Relaxed and smiling, he planned to summon the Son of Chaos tonight to test it out.

He wondered what kind of mood the Son of Chaos would have when meeting the mysterious figure who had been pulling it for over a month.

"Before that, I need to change my appearance."

He certainly couldn't face the Son of Chaos with his slightly youthful face, it would give him away instantly.

"Hastur, King in Yellow… Hastur, King in Yellow…"

Should he directly adopt the King in Yellow's image?

After thinking for a while, he decided not to involve the King in Yellow again.

"And I can't use a human face and identity; I need an appearance similar to the outer deities…a divine form."

Like the starry gate of Mr. Door's star, or the evil great tree of the Mother Tree of Desire's star.

"As master of the Hall of Stars, what kind of image should I have?"