Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 1222

Having not slept since his return from the far north, Jenkins had stood by the window until the break of dawn. He felt that the true significance of his northern adventure wasn't the defeat of the Snowman Legion or the restoration of elemental order, but rather the deeper insight he had gained into the End of the Epoch.

His thoughts were currently on the Sovereign. While in his divine state investigating the origins of the Snowman Legion, he hadn't dared to probe the precise relationship between the "Lord of Winter" and the army.

Yet, even so, the subtle clues suggested that before ascending to the status of Sovereign, the "Lord of Winter" had once been a god—and an incredibly influential one at that, with a faith that spanned the entire northern continent.

"So, when the calamity of the Epoch's end descends once more," he mused, "will the gods and those Sovereigns from beyond this world be able to offer mortals the same protection and aid they did today?"

He didn't have an answer, but he resolved that it was better to solve the problem himself than to hope for the protection of others.

Jenkins had already made his decision. Once he returned to Nolan, he had to find a way to forge his own divinity. He could no longer rely on power from external sources.

The cat, sprawled alone on the pillow, let out another soft, gentle meow, its eyes half-closed and its whiskers twitching. But Jenkins paid it no mind, his attention focused entirely on the chess piece he was turning over in his hand.

"And the situation here in Ruen isn't truly over. The elemental imbalance may have been a natural phenomenon, but the disaster truly began when the Tree House backed Lack Stuart's bid for power. Thıs text ıs hosted at novel•fire.net

That made the whole thing incredibly strange. The Tree House wasn't the root cause of the disaster, but they were certainly a direct catalyst. And yet, in the end, they barely made an appearance, content to simply pull strings from behind the curtain.

Jenkins muttered. The cat opened one large eye to watch his back, then wriggled on the pillow with an air of frustration, clearly displeased.

"Then what role did the Stuart family truly play in history? For one of their ancestors to have acquired such a Bestowal... It might have looked easy when I passed the trials of those chess pieces, but my case was an exception..."

For now, he could only be certain that the Stuarts, unlike the Augustus family, had no blood ties to a Sovereign. The family must have played a crucial role in some forgotten chapter of history to have earned their unique standing. But now, no one could say for sure what it was they had done.

He glanced down at the chess piece in his hand again. The ice archer seemed to smile at him. Even with his collection of Bestowals, he had to admit that apart from that sword with its extraordinary origins, this was perhaps the most powerful C-class Bestowal he had ever come across.

"I never intended to keep this one, since it belongs to Dolores. But the other four... I acquired those myself. It's a real shame."

He lamented with another sigh, tapping the wall with the hand resting on the windowsill before pushing the window open.

A cool morning breeze immediately gusted into the room, prompting another cry from the already disgruntled Chocolate. The wind wasn't particularly cold, however. Despite the snow last night, the temperature had begun to climb a few hours ago. Now, in the pre-dawn quiet, it was already approaching the normal temperature for early spring.

Gazing at the darkness on the distant horizon, he couldn't help but reflect aloud:

"Last night, I accomplished so much with just a single drop of divinity. I remember, six months ago, that first drop I got from the unknown, towering tree was completely consumed just letting me peer into the memory of that malevolent spirit... Does this mean my efficiency at utilizing divinity is improving? Hmm... I suppose that's a good thing."

Even without anyone pointing it out, Jenkins understood that as time passed, he was drawing ever closer to those great beings. This wasn't just reflected in his growing power, but in every aspect of his life.

Naturally, after using that drop of divinity last night, he had also acquired fragments of knowledge from its original owner. Based on the nature of its divine power, Jenkins suspected it had come directly from a Sovereign, or perhaps from a pseudo-god who held the [Ice and Snow] domain and was connected to the Sovereign, the "Lord of Winter."

Ever since learning that the great beings could exist in two or more places at once through avatars, Jenkins found himself subconsciously wondering whenever he encountered a god if they were merely a guise for someone else.

"[Memory of Snow (Yellow Spell)]. It lets you communicate with the snow in an area to learn what happened there over a certain period... It sounds like a form of divination, but it's not. It's a high-level application of communing with the spirit of the world. I have no use for it, but Dolores might find it interesting."

With a casual gesture, he used [Psychography] to conjure a thick sheet of parchment out of thin air. Then, with his incredibly potent [Ice Solidification] ability, he subtly altered the density of the water molecules in the air, causing them to support the parchment so it floated before him.

Letters began to appear on the parchment one after another as Jenkins recorded the details of the ability.

"[Call of the Snow Plague (Yellow Spell)]. Curses a tract of land, creating an extremely rare and highly contagious plague... I think I remember Papa Oliver muttering about a disease during the recent plague in Nolan. Its main symptom is an extreme craving for snow, a powerful addiction."

He hesitated for a moment before recording this curse as well. Who knew, maybe Dolores would be interested.

Behind him, the cat shook its head. It knew Dolores wouldn't be interested in the slightest.

"[Ice Edge (Red Martial)]. When attacking with any bladed weapon, the edge is imbued with the power of frost... Why does that sound like an enchantment-type ritual? Plenty of rituals can do that. I just wonder how powerful this version is."

He recorded this final ability as well, thinking he could discuss it with Alexia when he returned to Ruen. The petite woman always enjoyed investigating such matters.

His gaze drifted from the parchment, now nearly full, to the world outside. The young man stood with one hand behind his back, the other resting on the windowsill, and let out another sigh. Though he always seemed to profit from every disaster, Jenkins still wished the world could be a more peaceful place.

He didn't understand how it had all begun, but he knew it would fall to him, the "Savior," to end it. The ultimate direction of this turbulent, epic era might very well rest on a single one of his thoughts.

The room was dark, so when the first ray of dawn pierced the night and illuminated his silhouette, the cat behind him saw it with perfect clarity. A moment ago, the cat had been lying there, bored. But now, as it gazed upon Jenkins's form standing before the window, it felt, inexplicably, that he stood much taller now.