Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 1079

"I understand now. Although all those bizarre humanoid beings can collect Sin Coins, only those who are not crushed by mortal sin—those who can truly bear its weight—can take the final step. In other words, the greater one's sanity and the gentler one's actions, the greater the chance of achieving godhood... So that's why the gods detest Cursed Items but never issue decrees to actively destroy them. I see..."

It was a moment of epiphany for Jenkins. The mist before his eyes seemed to dissipate, and it felt as though the sun had finally broken through a sky long shrouded in dark clouds.

"So that's how it is. It's not just about collecting Sin Coins; the key is to successfully bear the weight of sin. I knew it. How could those mad, grotesque things ever become gods!"

The smile on his face grew brighter, and much of the gloom that had weighed on his heart lifted.

He looked at Viscount Augustus with gratitude. The viscount offered him a gentle smile in return, as if he knew the profound significance his words held for Jenkins.

"You may leave whenever you are ready."

The viscount swung his scythe. With the grating sound of shattering glass, a rift appeared in the space cleaved by the blade. The fissure gradually widened until it was large enough for a grown man to pass through—Jenkins's door back to his world.

"But I must ask you one more time. Are you truly certain you wish to refuse our Lord's gift?"

As their time together drew to a close, Viscount Augustus’s expression turned solemn once more as he posed the question.

He answered apologetically, but to his surprise, Viscount Augustus smiled.

"Just as I thought. Were I in your position, I imagine I would make the same decision. But Viscount Williamette, what I mean to ask is whether you are willing to accept the greater power that death can grant you. You are one who has truly drawn close to death, who has embraced it. Across the entire material world and even in the realms of the great ones, it would be difficult to find another as unique as you... You need not worry about any impact on your soul, nor fear any scheme from the great ones. A favored one of death should continue down this path. Since you possess such a gift, death will, of course, shelter you."

It was tantamount to saying, "I have a power for you that is safe, harmless, and comes with no strings attached." Yet instead of feeling joy, a sense of dread washed over Jenkins.

"Forgive me, Viscount Augustus. May I be so bold as to ask... were those your words, or..." The source of thɪs content is novel·fıre·net

He didn't dare speak the master's name aloud, instead gesturing toward the sky.

Viscount Augustus smiled faintly, raising his right hand and placing a finger to his lips as he gently shook his head.

"You understand, of course."

"No, no, I have accomplished nothing to merit such a gift. I cannot accept what is not mine."

Jenkins shook his head again. He had always firmly believed that all gifts bestowed by fate came with a hidden price. Besides, he had no desire to get entangled with the major deities; the power of life was already more than he could have hoped for.

"This is not a gift with ulterior motives, Mr. Williamette. I believe you are being overly tense. But since you do not wish to possess it, I will not insist. You must remember, however, that your connection to death is perplexingly strong. The power of death will find its way into your hands sooner or later. That is already destined, just as you possess the power of life."

He took a step back, clearing the way to the portal and making a gesture of invitation.

Jenkins watched him for a long moment, then softly said, "One moment," and turned back. The battle between his vines and the undead had largely concluded. With the black-robed figure in the ruined house completely absorbed, the resurrected undead of this world had once again fallen silent.

Stepping over the dry bones scattered across the ground and treading on the viscous mixture of dried blood and tree sap, Jenkins walked into the house. He bent down and picked up the two round coins that lay on the tree stump.

Unfortunately, the black robe had also vanished. Jenkins had wanted to see if his own robe could consume it.

He walked out of the house and bid farewell to Viscount Augustus, who bowed politely in return. Before leaving, Jenkins offered him one of the Blasphemy Seeds from his hand.

Viscount Augustus initially intended to refuse, as evidenced by the motion of his hand. But for some reason, he ultimately accepted the coin. As Jenkins walked past him, he whispered:

"For you, the boundary between life and death is not so clear."

Judging by his demeanor, the statement held considerable weight. Unfortunately, Jenkins had no idea what it meant and could only commit it to memory, hoping to find an answer in the future.

He stepped into the rift carved by the scythe. His vision went black, and when light returned, he was back in the room at the church. Chocolate, who had been sniffing around the altar in search of him, was startled. The cat shot up from the floor, landed on the altar as if taking flight, and then used it as a springboard to leap toward Jenkins.

"I'm fine, I'm fine. Don't be so worked up."

He murmured, comforting his cat, and realized he must have been gone for some time.

He had indeed vanished from the room, but only for a few dozen seconds—not even long enough for the others to reach the altar and investigate what had happened.

And with Jenkins's reappearance, the chilling wind that had swirled through the air from the Shard of Death's Cloak abruptly ceased.

As if sensing something, Jenkins looked again at the box on the altar. Inside, the neatly folded black, tattered cloth disintegrated as if ravaged by the forces of time, turning into a small pile of black dust that coated the bottom of the box.

It no longer held a supernatural aura. The spirit that flowed into Jenkins's body confirmed that he had indeed destroyed another Cursed Item.

Naturally, everyone was curious about where he had gone, but Miss Bevanna insisted that Jenkins undergo a physical examination before reporting on the incident.

This gave Jenkins ample time to weave his story. He had no intention of mentioning the great deity or Mr. Augustus, so he would have to conceal part of what had transpired.

While destroying a Cursed Item was a good thing, this particular one had not been contained by the Sage Church. Therefore, when Jenkins gave his report, the captain of the Gravekeeper squad that had escorted it was also present. As Jenkins mentioned the black-robed figure in the graveyard, the captain's brow furrowed, though it was impossible to tell what he had surmised.

Jenkins's brief disappearance and the Cursed Item's abrupt neutralization certainly caused a considerable stir that morning. Even though the incident resulted in no loss or injury, the members of the Church treated it with the utmost gravity.