Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 1017

After surviving such a perilous ordeal, Jenkins felt it was a shame that he had been ejected from the Mysterious Realm. Though the greedy man had certainly gotten what he deserved, Jenkins had come away with no Spirit and no Bestowals.

On reflection, however, since the ring that sealed the calamitous black stone had been reclaimed before the realm’s stasis, he hadn’t actually lost anything. In fact, he had acquired an umbilical cord of unknown origin, some intelligence about the apocalypse, and had even learned of a new, other world.

“I suppose it was still a gain,” he mused. “Not a waste of time.”

Thinking this way, Jenkins felt his mood lighten considerably. Official source ıs novèlfire.net

Using the excuse that something felt wrong in the woods, Jenkins and the unsuspecting professor went back to inspect the area. The entrance to the Mysterious Realm was, of course, gone, but the shattered trees and splintered stumps remained as evidence.

As for the portly chef who had knocked them into the realm, he was lying face-up in the middle of a clearing. He was still breathing, but nothing could wake him.

“His soul is gone,” the professor declared, his expression grim after a brief examination. He hastily urged Jenkins to leave, convinced that something truly horrifying had transpired there.

In truth, he wasn’t wrong.

After the delay, the two men resumed their moonlit walk toward the abandoned hospital, their destination unchanged. Jenkins walked with his head down, lost in thought and not wanting to speak. He was still mulling over the Mysterious Realm. Even though he had consoled himself that breaking even was a good outcome, a part of him felt a nagging sense of injustice, because he had, in fact, won the gamble with the scales.

“Twelve Rings of Misfortune!”

His complaints vanished instantly, replaced by a surge of delight that made his steps feel much lighter. The gloom that had settled over him was swept away entirely. If the professor hadn’t been right beside him, Jenkins might have let out a quiet chuckle.

The cat tucked inside his coat stirred, trying to wriggle down from his chest toward his stomach, but Jenkins’s hand gently prodded it back into place.

“I should count this as my winnings from A-05-1-4490. Actually, it’s probably for the best that the scales and the Cursed Items were taken away. If that pile of them really belonged to me, I wouldn’t have a clue how to contain them.”

Just as he thought this, he felt something else drop into his pocket. He reached in again and his fingers brushed against a smooth, rounded object.

It was small, cool to the touch, and had distinct edges. As he carefully traced its surface with his fingertips, he realized it was a twenty-sided shape. It dawned on him then that it was likely a twenty-sided die.

A jolt of surprise went through Jenkins. He glanced around furtively, then decided against any further wild speculation and hurried to catch up with the professor, heading toward the derelict hospital shrouded in deep darkness.

As they walked, he subtly tested the professor, who showed no awareness of the time skip, nor did he remember their shared journey into a dangerous place. The strange roadside encounter thus concluded with Jenkins making a fortune while the other participants were either dead or had lost their memories.

The umbilical cord was still in his possession, and he was well aware that it could attract a great deal of trouble. But he had no intention of giving it to anyone. As he pursued the path to godhood, Jenkins needed all the information he could get to help him navigate the way forward, and this cord would undoubtedly prove useful.

The abandoned hospital occupied by the Corpse Gentleman was as desolate as it had been every other time he had visited over the past six months. A cold mist filled the complex, making the already chilly night feel even more frigid.

With the Skull Sword incident resolved, the attendees now understood that the Corpse Gentleman had no connection to the necromancer, and they had returned to the gathering in droves. Compared to last month’s sparse attendance, the small underground morgue was now positively bustling.

As was customary, the Corpse Gentleman began the gathering by handling his commissions and answering questions. This time, however, the crowd standing by the mildew-stained walls remained silent, each person waiting for someone else to speak first. The Corpse Gentleman offered no particular advice, merely repeating his standing warning not to venture too close to the bizarre, dense fog.

During the trading session, Jenkins put out a request to purchase a thousand-year-old wood heart, since he already possessed two. But perhaps he had used up all his luck for the night, for this time he received no favor from the Hermit of Fate.

The Corpse Gentleman, however, seemed quite interested in the request, but Jenkins was too wary to engage with him directly.

Once again, someone purchased the rights to use B-01-2-8100, [Elements' Blood], an Extraordinary item capable of causing an ability to mutate and evolve. At the same time, the Corpse Gentleman announced that he was seeking information related to the pirate king Femishue, and he offered a very tempting price.

“This bounty will remain active until Femishue is dead,” he stated, his voice utterly devoid of inflection. It was his usual style, but this time Jenkins thought he understood the motive.

“The Corpse Gentleman is also interested in the Heart of the Ocean!”

Half a month had passed since the end of the Skull Sword incident. For the most part, Nolan had been quiet, save for the occasional small-scale epidemic.

But beneath this fleeting peace, most Enchanters could sense a new storm gathering on the horizon. No one believed the city would remain calm for long, and consequently, the prices for all sorts of materials remained sky-high.

Of course, this was also partly due to the season. In winter, the sea around Nolan froze over, and most of the illegal materials used by non-Church Enchanters were smuggled in by ship. Late winter and early spring had always been the time of year with the highest prices—a rule that applied equally to the Enchanter’s black market and the vegetable stalls in the countryside.

The exorbitant prices killed any desire Jenkins had to hunt for a bargain, and he reached the end of the gathering without finding anything he wanted. The professor, on the other hand, acquired a batch of scarab shells. Jenkins knew he had recently been researching ancient, eerie tombs, and scarabs were the most common creatures found in such dangerous places.

All sorts of strange things turned up in the trades between Enchanters. Sometimes the materials themselves were just bizarre, like an infant’s fingernails. Other times, the owners had no idea what they possessed and would put the items up for trade, hoping for a lucky break.

For both buyer and seller, purchasing these unidentified items was a true test of discernment. Jenkins, with his extraordinary insight, was eager to take advantage of such opportunities to snag a deal, but unfortunately, in the six months he had been coming here, he hadn’t had a single chance to do so.