Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 1105

Most of the dockworkers knew about the explosion last week that had sent an entire ship sky-high. A week had passed, and the bombed-out dock still hadn't been cleared.

So when the sound of Jenkins's [Twin Demons] ability detonated within the ship's hold, there was no hesitation. People scrambled over one another, fleeing away from the coast as fast as they could, not a single one daring to look back at what was happening behind them.

And so, these ordinary people weren't fortunate enough to witness the miraculous scene that unfolded next.

The ripples on the water surrounding the hull grew denser and stronger. The slight rocking of the ship sent the fish below fleeing desperately toward the open sea.

With a tremendous boom, a gleaming gear-pipe burst through the flat deck, sparkling in the sunlight. Then, vine-like timbers slithered like snakes from all over the deck, wrapping around the spear-like pipe.

The timbers seemed to possess a life of their own. Though their grain was clearly visible, they moved with the lithe grace of a fox.

A continuous, dull roar rumbled from within the ship's hull. More and more massive metal pipes and wooden beams pierced through the vessel, exposing themselves to the seaside air, making the poor freighter look as if it had been impaled by dozens of steel spikes.

The metal pipes themselves were also alive. When the timbers clung to them, gears shifted and reshaped them into thinner metal tubes, which then grappled with the vine-like wood.

More and more metal gear-pipes and wooden vines bored their way out of the hull. Seen from above, it was as if the entire ship was turning itself inside out.

The writhing metal and wood twisted together, resembling a mass of mating copper and brown snakes, or perhaps the slithering, squirming tentacles of some unnamable, horrifying creature.

The metal and wooden tentacles spread out across the sea's surface, continuing their battle. The hull steadily grew shorter and wider until it had transformed into a massive, ship-shaped raft floating on the water. And at the center of that terrifying "nest of snakes" stood a young man, grasping his cane with both hands, and a middle-aged pirate positioned behind a steam boiler.

The former held his pose, exposed to the sea breeze and mist, the floorboards beneath his feet churning as if concealing giant worms. The latter held a metal gear high in his hands, radiating a black spiritual aura, invisible to mortals, in all directions.

A black figure materialized behind Jenkins, leaving only the furiously churning steam boiler between him and Diwo. Jenkins, nearly exhausted from keeping the entire ship animated, knew he might only get one chance. Tensing his mind, he poured the purest of his spirit into the shadow behind him, and its roar instantly grew more ferocious.

At his command, the black demonic shadow streaked across the battlefield of metal pipes and timbers, leaving a dark afterimage. It smashed into the front of the steam boiler without a moment's pause, and a terrifying explosion threatened to engulf the entire docklands.

Jenkins didn't shut his eyes against the flash of the explosion. On the contrary, he stared intently in Diwo's direction, refusing even to blink. Amid the fiery blast, the gravely ill pirate tossed the gear in his hand forward without hesitation and spun around, leaping into the sea.

Jenkins frowned and started to give chase, but he immediately realized something was wrong. He saw the metal gear had been thrown into the furnace of the nearly demolished steam boiler.

A silent bolt of black lightning split the sky as storm clouds, carrying wind and rain, drifted in from the depths of the ocean. Unplaceable whispers and murmurs echoed in his ears, and a pillar of black spiritual light shot toward the heavens. Right before Jenkins's eyes, a brand new Cursed Item was born.

"Dammit, what in the world has the Gear Artisans' Association created?"

The gear Diwo had just used to control the animated steam boiler and pipes also possessed a black spiritual aura, but its intensity suggested it wasn't a permanently effective item—merely a man-made Extraordinary item.

But as Diwo threw the gear into the steam boiler, the black spiritual aura already clinging to the animated boiler instantly merged with the aura from the gear.

The phantom sound of clattering gears—click-clack, click-clack—rang in Jenkins's ears. In a daze, he seemed to witness the birth of something utterly terrifying, a creature of the steam and industrial age. But it was all an illusion. When he came to his senses, his vision was still obscured by the billowing steam erupting from all sides.

And behind that cloud of white steam, a bizarre, colossal shadow was slowly rising. Judging by its height, it was already taller than the ship had been.

With no time to think, the immobilized Jenkins raised his cane and struck the wooden planks beneath him once more. Beside him, the surging wooden tentacles and tendrils rose up like a tidal wave, twisting into a massive sphere the size of a ship's figurehead and hurtling it toward the shadow behind the steam.

A strange humming sound vibrated through the air. Jenkins felt a sharp pain in his head, and blood trickled from his ears. Above him, the enormous wooden sphere he had just launched split in two with a deafening crack, then flew toward the beach behind the battlefield, engulfed in flames like a meteor.

Fortunately, the people had already fled far away. For the moment, only Jenkins could hear the tremors shaking the sea and land, and the crackling of the furiously burning flames.

He finally saw what was behind the white steam.

It was a monster constructed entirely from interlocking gears. Small gears formed medium-sized ones, which in turn formed larger ones. Gears of copper, bronze, and black were fitted tightly together, large and small driving each other in sequence, while jets of white steam spewed from the gaps between them.

A clear, unidentified oil flowed among the rust-stained cogs. Its massive form was like a behemoth blotting out the sky. The shape formed by the gears was still humanoid, but it had no torso; a giant face connected directly to its arms, and its legs were enormous wheels built for mobility.

Its energy core, radiating light and heat, was the steam boiler from before. It was the heart of the entire Cursed Item, located right in the center of the gear giant's chest. Even with the naked eye, one could see the fiery red glow of the furnace through the gaps in the gears and bearings.

Even Jenkins, a stranger from another land, could never have imagined such a creation of profound mechanical beauty. He had never known that gears and bearings, assembled in such a chaotic fashion, could display such mesmerizing charm.

It was harmony. It was creation. It was everything. It was transcendence. Uncontrollably, Jenkins opened his mouth and said, New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on NoveIꜰire.net