Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 1070

If it weren't for Miss Bevanna's combat lessons, Jenkins couldn't have pulled off a move like that, even with the aid of [Cat's Grace]. The light of life and death converged on his right foot, a truth that only the cat could perceive.

A gale swirled with shimmering motes of green and black light, erupting from Jenkins in all directions.

The earth beneath his right foot spiderwebbed with startling cracks, and as he swung his leg out, the ground disintegrated completely. The kick, imbued with fury and power, left a perfect, luminous arc in its wake. With its full force, kinetic energy, the spirit of death, and the spirit of life surged into the headless corpse.

The disintegration of flesh and blood began the instant of contact. As Jenkins's kick landed and he spun to dissipate the momentum, the corpse erupted. Flesh and gore splattered in every direction with a wet thump, leaving behind only a clean footprint on the ground, surrounded by a spray of red blood and black filth. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ NovєlFіre.net

The entire attack took less than a second. To the onlookers, it was just a brilliant flash of light, followed by the corpse's head suddenly tumbling to the ground. Then, amidst a raging wind, Jenkins's kick detonated the body. No one could fathom what had truly transpired in that instant.

But Chocolate, eyes narrowed to slits, knew. It stood majestically atop the alley wall, gazing down at Jenkins as he gasped for breath. For a fleeting moment, the cat thought it saw the World Tree of old. No, this was something far more interesting.

After catching his breath, Jenkins turned and saw the severed head rolling in a pool of gore. Though most of the curse had dissipated with the destruction of its physical vessel, and Jenkins had obliterated the body, the head itself had not yet "died."

Thankfully, this world of magic wasn't home to things like flying heads. No matter how much the severed head loathed Jenkins, it couldn't take to the air and bite him.

Golden lines of energy formed a perfect cube around the head, enveloping it completely. The black smoke hissed and sputtered as it collided with the divine power. With only the head left, Miss Bevanna could seal it on her own. It was no longer a threat.

"Jenkins, are you alright?"

Unsure if the plague could still spread through the pulpy remains and gore, Miss Bevanna didn't immediately order anyone to clean up the scene.

"I'm alright, but I think I pulled my back. Let me just rest a moment. Otherwise, I'm fine. Oh, that kick... that was truly a blessing from the Sage. I doubt I could ever pull off something like that again."

Jenkins muttered, then let out an exaggerated groan for effect.

The demigod from the Church of Death and End, the one who carried a coffin on his back, didn't arrive for another ten minutes. By then, it was all over. Once the still-living head was sealed, the Gravedigger squad confirmed that the primary source of the plague had been completely eliminated. Jenkins, too, could see with his own eyes that the Cursed Item A-03-1-0027, [Pestilence Evil], had vanished.

But no one could understand why a Cursed Item that normally only manifested during major, uncontrolled epidemics had suddenly appeared in Nolan. Later, a Keeper of Secrets brought in the dead woman's husband for questioning. Jenkins, nursing his "pulled back," lay nearby to listen in. They soon learned that the woman had been suffering from another illness before she contracted the Corpse Plague.

"What illness did she have?"

The Keeper of Secrets inquired, pen poised to take notes. Jenkins pricked up his ears, eavesdropping while Miss Bevanna examined his back to see how severe the strain was.

The middle-aged man, his face etched with grief, answered with certainty. Noticing the Keeper of Secrets still looked doubtful, he elaborated:

"She came down with the cold last weekend. Picked it up at the textile factory. To be honest, it wasn't very serious—just a runny nose, really. The symptoms were a lot like the winter flu. There were some differences, but it was just as hard to treat..."

Jenkins frowned, his head turning at the man's words. He had been the one to cause the winter flu; it was a side effect of a curse he had placed on a vampire. But that flu seemed to be over. This time...

He remembered now. He had used [Disease Curse] a few weeks ago. It was after he followed a directive from the future and raided a pirate stronghold with Magic Miss. The intended target had vanished from their room, forcing him to use a strand of hair he found there to cast the curse.

He had realized long ago that the colds created by his curses, though similar to this world's common colds, were an entirely different illness. Following that line of reasoning, it made perfect sense that [Pestilence Evil] would be drawn to the combination of this "strange flu" and the [Corpse Plague].

"So, the flu outbreak at the factory is connected to the person I cursed," he thought. "Which means I can use this to find... Wait. Is everything that happened today my fault?"

As this confusing thought crossed his mind, he was about to speak when he heard Miss Bevanna give an order:

"Investigate that textile factory from top to bottom. Find the source of this flu. We must prevent [Pestilence Evil] from reappearing. The carrier of this strange flu must not, under any circumstances, come into contact with the Corpse Plague again!"

The "gravely injured" Jenkins was then taken by carriage to the church for a medical examination. The results showed he was so healthy it was practically unnatural.

Miss Bevanna returned around dinnertime and informed Jenkins that the textile factory where the deceased had worked was now under quarantine. Finding the source of the strange flu, she said, was only a matter of time.

"Are you really alright, Jenkins?"

Miss Bevanna asked again, her voice laced with concern. She seemed to take it for granted that Jenkins could dispatch a corpse possessing both [Necrotic] and [Plague] attributes in a single blow, but she was still worried about his well-being:

"Even if your Soul Trait Ability protects you from the effects of the plague curse, you were still dealing with a Cursed Item, after all."

"I'm fine, really. I'm perfectly healthy."

Jenkins assured her again, scooping up his cat.

"See? Chocolate is still willing to get close to me. And from what I know of this fastidious, bath-hating cat, if I really had any sort of 'filth' on me, it wouldn't come anywhere near me."

Though the man had a firm grip on its middle, the cat could still wriggle its little paws and scratch at Jenkins.

It wasn't that it disliked baths, of course. It just hated water.