Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 1031

"A follower of the God of Lies!"

Under the moonlight, Captain Bincy watched the mysterious figure leap down from an awning, the words escaping his lips without hesitation.

Though Jenkins had exposed nothing of his true self, Captain Bincy identified him from his unnerving, almost terrifying presence and the clean, brutal efficiency of his actions.

With every use of his divine power, Jenkins's deific nature grew more complete. He could pass as an ordinary person well enough, but the moment he adopted a false identity, one free of mortal constraints, his otherworldly presence became impossible to hide.

"What are you planning to do?"

Captain Bincy called out from a distance. The leader of the Nightwatch Squad, seeing that he had already spoken, deferred to him to handle the strange man.

Jenkins remained silent. He knew Captain Bincy too well—any interaction increased the risk of exposure. Still, he needed a plausible reason for his presence. He bent down to examine the corpse at his feet and produced a yellowed sheet of paper from it.

The paper was so brittle that despite Jenkins's care, the page—faintly shimmering with a black spiritual aura—crumbled to dust the moment he retrieved it.

He only had time to glimpse words from the novel he'd been reading earlier that night before he understood. It was this ruined page, together with that small piece of umbilical cord, that had been used to ensnare him.

Shortly after, the Scribes returned to the antique shop to find Jenkins. They weren't there out of suspicion, but to ask for his healing abilities.

The battle had occurred not far from Pops Antique Shop, and since Jenkins was nearby, there was no point in waiting to return to the church for treatment from their "less-than-stellar" medics.

And so, the chaotic battle concluded. Jenkins had eliminated the one who set a trap for him and successfully acquired the second piece of the umbilical cord. According to Captain Bincy, the man slain by the follower of the God of Lies was a member of a cult currently under investigation: the Dead Man's Whip. Newest update provıded by novel·fire·net

The Church knew the cult was in Nolan, planning a ritual to master the "Exotic Tide." However, they seemed unaware of the Heretical God's Scion's umbilical cord; at least, Captain Bincy showed no sign of noticing an item missing from the corpse.

"Still, this is the first we've heard of a follower of the God of Lies being proficient in necromancy... and summoning those unnatural, exotic-like creatures..."

Captain Bincy was clearly pondering many things, but since it had nothing to do with him, Jenkins didn't press for more details.

After the Scribes had gone, Jenkins, under his cat's watchful gaze, took out the two small vials containing the umbilical cords. The second vial was one he had found in the shop, its contents plain water. Yet, in just half an hour, the liquid had turned a murky, grayish-yellow. Bloody, tapeworm-like filaments now writhed within, making it identical to the fluid that held the first piece of the cord.

His cat had always been picky about its meat, disdaining anything unappetizing, so it naturally showed no interest in the two small pieces of cord. Jenkins considered his options for a long while under the gas lamp before finally uncorking both vials. He sterilized a pair of tweezers in an open flame, then carefully used them to transfer one piece of the cord into the other vial.

The moment the two pieces of cord met in the murky liquid, something strange happened. For the first time, the black strips of flesh, previously inert, displayed signs of life. They tumbled and writhed on their own inside the vial, churning up the sediment from the bottom until the fluid became utterly opaque.

Jenkins couldn't see what was happening inside the vial, but he did notice that the tips of the tweezers, which had touched the liquid, had already corroded halfway through.

He casually summoned a flame, melting the ruined tweezers, then used Psychography to draw a new pair and return them to their place.

He stroked his curious cat to calm it, then focused on the vial, his eyes taking on a faint purple glow. Jenkins remained unaware that ever since he'd reached the fourth level of Enchanter, his eyes had begun to shine. Now, after his recent promotion to the fifth level, the effect was even more pronounced. It was a natural part of the Eye of Reality's evolution, but since Jenkins never looked in a mirror while using the ability, he had yet to notice.

The world seen through the Eye of Reality was not the same as the physical one. Jenkins now saw two identical, miniature infants inside the vial, locked in a vicious struggle to devour each other. They weren't normal babies; besides their pitch-black skin, their bodies were covered in unsettling compound eyes.

The brutal, sickening battle ended with one infant victorious. As the liquid in the vial swirled and then settled, only a single, slightly longer black umbilical cord remained floating within, visible in both his normal sight and through the Eye of Reality.

An immediate, primal urge to devour it surged through Jenkins. The impulse wasn't overwhelming, however, and knowing full well what the object was, he remained perfectly still.

He focused on the feeling for a moment and realized it wasn't a physical instinct. It was the cord itself, calling out to him. He screwed the cap back on the vial, gave it two sharp shakes, and tucked it away into the upper inside pocket of his coat.

"Something isn't for eating."

He issued the warning out of concern that his gluttonous cat might also be tempted.

Chocolate completely ignored him.

Jenkins had anticipated that the two pieces of the cord would merge into one. What concerned him more was whether the complete cord held the secrets of a god. According to the information he'd just gathered, the original had been split into four pieces. He now possessed only half.

"The Dead Man's Whip..."

He muttered the cult's name, wondering if he could buy information on them in the black market. Even though the man's intel suggested the other two pieces were no longer in the cult's possession due to a "betrayal," they would surely still have leads.

"I hope it's not too expensive," he thought. "I don't have much cash on me right now..."

The thought made him yawn. A glance at the grandfather clock in the corner revealed it was only half-past eight.

"Huh. Why have the nights never felt this long before?"

He slumped forward over the counter, wondering if he should find some other way to amuse himself for the next three hours.

The book from Pops had been burned, but it wasn't anything important. He could just blame it on his mischievous cat; Pops wouldn't be too cross. Returning to the second-floor study, Jenkins pulled out the fifth volume of the "Detective Knight Biography," deciding to reread it with his own eyes instead of just relying on memory.