Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 1135

Although The Unknown Path guided Jenkins to take out the metal block sealing his divinity, he didn't understand the significance of the act.

"Do I need to use my divinity now to resurrect Louise? But if so, how am I supposed to deal with the angel?"

He wondered, puzzled, but ultimately decided to trust The Unknown Path, which had helped him so many times before.

He patted his cat to reassure it, then turned to face Louise's body. In one hand, he held the silver metal block that pulsed with a golden glow; in the other, he held the rigid card radiating pure white light.

As his mortal body slumped heavily to the side, the one now sitting in the chair was the new God of Lies.

The god arrived in this world without a sound, for he had been here all along. A resounding hymn and a pillar of pure white light swirled around him, yet this celestial vision was visible only within the confines of the room.

Jenkins didn't act immediately. Instead, he carefully savored the sensation of his divinity-infused self. When he had promised Finney he would resurrect Louise and received her declaration, he had felt as if something new had been added to his soul.

And now, returning to his deified state, he finally understood the miracle he had acquired—the Divine Domain: Protector of Flower Girls.

The domains of the gods were often related to concepts, races, or professions, all of which were quite common. For instance, the Legacy Sage, whom Jenkins worshipped, held domains that included being the guardian of writers, teachers, and librarians. Similarly, the Righteous God known as the Storm Lord had the domain "Protector of Sailors," which was inextricably linked to his core domains of Storm and Ocean.

But a narrow scope did not mean it was useless. Unlike the Divine Domain of Lies, the Protector of Flower Girls was a domain Jenkins had forged himself, a miracle that belonged to him alone. Because of this, even in his mortal state, Jenkins now possessed a list of extraordinary divine abilities:

Greatly enhanced affinity with flower girls.

Automatically learn the prices of all bouquets held by flower girls within a three-thousand-mile radius of his location each day.

Track the location of any bouquet sold by any flower girl within the past week.

Bouquets stay fresh forever.

The list went on. And since these abilities were derived from a divine domain—just like his abilities to know if something was a lie and to tell two lies a week that would be believed—they consumed no Spirit. For Jenkins, using them was as instinctual as lifting his hand or opening his mouth, placing no burden whatsoever on his mortal body.

"But... what's the use of this? And... where did this domain even come from?" Follow current novels on n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net

Receiving the information about the domain took only an instant. Jenkins also understood that it had formed the moment his conversation with Finney had concluded. Because he was in his mortal state at the time, the nascent divine abilities hadn't manifested until he deified himself just now.

He was, of course, delighted to have a new domain, especially one of his own creation. It meant he was another step closer to becoming a true god.

It was just that the domain's area of influence was a bit narrow, and its origin...

He carefully replayed his conversation with Finney. The more he recalled it, the more he felt there was something unusual about that exchange.

"That couldn't have been..."

He was no fool. Though he hadn't realized it at the time, working backward from the result made it clear: Finney had been swearing an oath to become his believer.

He, a believer of the Sage, was now cultivating his own believer to be raised within the Church of the Sage. No matter how he looked at it, the situation felt... off.

Of course, Jenkins had no intention of telling Finney to renounce her faith in him. She was his very first believer and had directly contributed to the emergence of the "Protector of Flower Girls" domain. If he lost her, Jenkins worried the domain itself might collapse.

"But this domain is a bit hard to admit to. If others find out, will they think I have an interest in little girls? That would really damage my image."

As the god considered this, he finally understood what the guidance from The Unknown Path had meant.

He raised a hand and pointed at Louise's corpse. The girl immediately floated into the air, her arms outstretched, facing him. Bathed in divine power, she looked as enchanting as a sleeping princess, and now the god had to awaken her.

"Louise, are you willing to believe in me, to become my eternal servant, to share in my glory, and to receive my grace?"

The god asked softly. A transparent figure—Louise's soul—appeared beside the floating body. She curtsied slightly, bowing gently to her god.

The god smiled and nodded. Though the scene felt a little strange, he followed the guidance, raising the All-Seeing Card and slowly pushing it into the heart of Louise's soul.

A single drop of divinity was certainly not enough to perform a miracle like transforming a believer into an angel. But with the power of the All-Seeing Card - Angel, it was more than sufficient.

The power of divinity and the power of fate acted upon the girl's body in unison. Her soul, lost to death, began to radiate a brilliant, pure white light.

Rings of golden, purple, and white light appeared at the ordinary girl's feet, ascending in a spiral around her. As the circles of light passed over her, her mortal soul was sublimated, piece by piece. It was a metamorphosis mortals could only dream of, a fundamental transformation of the very essence of life and soul.

Even with the power of the card, Jenkins had to burn through two-thirds of his divinity to complete the final transformation. Naturally, his first angel was incredibly weak, a reflection of the god's own limited power.

But even so, because her god was present in the material world and she existed in her true form rather than as a projection, she was strong enough to rival most enemies.

The light dissipated. Pure white wings unfurled in the bedroom, scattering motes of white light into the world with every gentle flap. Dressed in a white ceremonial robe, barefoot, with long hair cascading down to her waist and a crown of olive branches on her head, Louise opened her dazed eyes.

Her left eye was golden, her right eye purple. Her lovely, sacred face was just as youthful as it had been before, yet it now possessed a unique charm that no other woman in the world could ever hope to match.