Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 1108

Strolling through the dense fog, Jenkins had to slow his pace to avoid bumping into anyone while lost in thought. Since he knew the monster at the docks had been dealt with, he was in no hurry to get anywhere.

Chocolate perched on Jenkins’s shoulder, its head tilted down toward the paper bag he was carrying. It had been Jenkins’s excuse for leaving the church at noon, but the cat had to admit, the bread smelled absolutely incredible.

His eyes seemed to be fixed on the thick fog ahead, but he was actually observing the points of light that represented his abilities. The significance of [Embrace of Death] remained a mystery, but the [White Bone Holy Sword] had clearly provided him with the details of [White Bone Body].

The ability sounded like it would transform the user's body into a skeleton, but it was actually a spell for constructing a golem of bone.

As Jenkins understood it, this was simply an enhanced version of a 'Summon Skeleton' spell. The difference was, given enough materials, the summoned bone golem could be as powerful as some of the most terrifying sealed entities from other realms.

But the sheer number of bones required... you'd have to empty every graveyard in the world.

Even with its strict limitations, it was an undeniably useful ability. The material cost depended on the summon's power: a human-sized bone golem required a single bone as large as a leg bone, a golem twice that size needed half a skeleton, and one five times as large required an entire skeleton.

As for summoning the bone giant he'd created earlier, Jenkins felt he had probably exhausted every last bone buried along the coastline.

Why overthink it? At the very least, this ability is genuinely useful. Thank you, Skryu Pompey. Your death had value.

"You are destined to embrace death..."

"But my soul origin abilities are Destiny and Life. I am destined to embrace my fate, blessed by life itself."

He told himself, refusing to let the thought affect him.

Sure enough, the moment he stepped into the church, he sensed something was wrong. His suspicions were confirmed when he saw the recovering Captain Bincy, who told him about the incident at the coast.

"What? I had no idea," Jenkins said. "I heard a few loud noises from the street, but that's all. What happened?"

He played his part convincingly.

Confined to his bed, Captain Bincy didn't have many details. He did know that Miss Bevanna had left, and that the giant gear-like monster by the sea hadn't been destroyed, but merely sealed away for the time being.

The city-wide search had been called off. Three of the five demigods stationed in Nolan had gone to the coast to seal the Cursed Item.

The creature was absurdly massive and possessed incredible regenerative powers. What's more, the Church had no idea how it had appeared or even what it was, only speculating that it might be connected to the long-vanished Gear Artisans' Association.

"But we had a sighting of a follower of the God of Lies—the same one suspected of wielding the Skull Sword. There's clear evidence he was fighting someone right before that animated gear monster appeared, but we have no idea who he was fighting."

Captain Bincy sighed, lamenting Nolan's run of bad luck.

If Jenkins kept quiet, no one would ever guess it was the work of Diwo, the pirate king known as "The Thief." Throughout their confrontation, Diwo hadn't used any of his own abilities, only manipulating gears that had no apparent connection to him before making his escape.

But Jenkins had no intention of letting him go. Since the [Disease Curse] had proven effective, he would use the remaining strands of Diwo's hair to redouble his efforts, casting the spell relentlessly.

It might trigger another flu outbreak in Nolan, but compared to a pirate king in possession of several Cursed Items, a highly contagious but rarely fatal illness was the lesser of two evils.

"That was my reasoning. So after I left the church, I cast the curse again. According to historical records and experiments, an ability like [Disease Curse] is most effective when cast on the same target every three days. I figure if I can hit him with a full five casts, and he hasn't found a way to lift it, he'll be completely incapacitated, even if he's not dead." Follow current novels on novelꞁire.net

Jenkins explained this to Alexia in Ruen, a confident smile on his face as their carriage made its way to the banquet manor. He looked nothing like a man discussing the finer points of unleashing a plague upon a city.

Across from him sat Alexia, dressed in a stunning gown, listening quietly as Jenkins recounted the day's events. The cat sat beside Jenkins, still stubbornly refusing to wear the pink bow or the tiny, custom-made pet outfit he had procured.

It was Saturday evening, and as arranged, Jenkins had dressed for the banquet in Ruen. He was attending as Alexia's companion, which was why they were now in a carriage, traveling from the city proper to an estate on its outskirts.

The hosts, Princess Dolores and her maid Julia, had gone on ahead to the estate to oversee the final preparations. According to Alexia, the manor was Dolores’s private property, a gift from her mother that was not part of the royal assets and would one day be included in her dowry.

"Must be nice, being rich."

Jenkins remarked, gazing through the carriage window at the distant, brightly lit manor nestled in the darkness. He seemed to have completely forgotten that he, too, was a wealthy man with shares in a mining company.

Tonight’s guests were all important figures from Dolores's faction, so there was no fear of an attack. As for the classic, must-have transmigrator experience of being provoked by some arrogant fool—something Jenkins had been secretly looking forward to—that was definitely not going to happen here.

He chatted with Alexia as a servant showed them inside. The guards at the door looked as if they were about to object to the cat, but a maid hurried over and promptly escorted both of them, cat included, into the manor. They bypassed the main banquet hall, heading straight for the second floor.

Dolores was waiting for them in the study on the second floor. She looked somewhat weary, but her eyes shone with excitement. Jenkins sometimes found it hard to decide whether he should treat the princess as an adult or a child. She possessed both a mature and a youthful side, and the two coexisted within her seamlessly.