Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 528

The word escaped his lips instinctively, and only then did he realize, with a jolt of astonishment, what he had just said.

While checking his belongings a moment ago, Jenkins had found the necessary items right beside him, leaving no time for second thoughts. He quickly wrapped the golden droplet of liquid in the metal片.

He pricked his finger with the silver knife and smeared a streak of blood across one of the hexahedron’s faces.

The metal block, which had been on the verge of falling apart, sealed itself shut again, though he could feel the divinity struggling fiercely against its confinement.

He turned the hexahedron over and pressed the medal symbolizing his baronial rank against the second face.

The junction between the different metals began to show signs of melting, and the divinity's resistance weakened.

A heavy, golden radiance spilled from the metal's surface.

Turning the block once more, he smeared it with the spiritual powder left behind by the resentful spirit that had entangled Mr. Nelly.

All six faces simultaneously contracted inward, gradually becoming smooth. The divinity had fallen completely still.

He rotated the hexahedron, momentarily unsure of what to grab next. Following his instincts, he snatched Chocolate, who had been watching the spectacle from the side, and pressed the fifth face against its belly.

Amidst the cat's protesting meow, the metal block in his hand began to vibrate violently, as if in celebration.

He turned the hexahedron a final time and used psychography to brand the golden holy emblem onto its black surface.

All auras vanished. A palm-sized, standard black hexahedron now hovered before Jenkins.

While the complete destruction of the Ouija board was heartbreaking, compared to divinity, no special item was worth mentioning. He couldn't suppress a laugh. Chocolate wriggled free from his grasp and nudged the metal block with its little nose.

"But where did the divinity come from?"

He managed to prevent the unexpected joy from overwhelming his reason, still remembering this crucial question.

Outside the window, dark clouds had drifted in, obscuring the moon. A fierce wind kicked up without warning, shaking the withered tree in the Goodmans' yard next door.

A low, oppressive aura enveloped the neighborhood. The more sensitive ordinary people, though unable to comprehend what was happening, subconsciously curled up in their beds.

"Could it be that a spirit containing divinity is lingering nearby?"

Jenkins scratched his head.

A violent and frigid presence prowled outside the window, but a god's residence was not a place just anyone could enter.

"Have I stumbled into another major incident?"

As he pondered, he glanced to the side. In the dim light, half of a chain was visible hanging from the pocket of the overcoat in the hall. It was vibrating at an incredible speed.

"Oh, I have a bad feeling about this. Chocolate, get ready to run."

Sand and grit battered the glass. At the same time, black smoke seeped from Mrs. Margaret's house, creeping along the ground toward the building next door.

Jenkins summoned his ability light orbs and activated The Unknown Path. A straight purple beam shot out, pointing directly at the window—toward the widow's house next door.

After a moment of thought, connecting his own experiences with the information he had gathered, Jenkins pieced together a rough idea of what was happening:

"The child Mrs. Margaret was pregnant with... could it be the Evil God Scion that escaped from New Truman City?"

With a sharp crack, a stone carried by the gale shattered the window. The wind surged into the room, sending paintings, scattered books, and decorative vases crashing to the floor. The gas lamp went out without a sound, and even the fire in the hearth flickered precariously.

Amidst the gale, Jenkins sat quietly on the sofa with his back to the window, one hand resting on the metal block. The shadow cast by the fireplace flames danced on the opposite wall.

He could already feel it. A furious being was in the house across the way. Though forced into this world prematurely, its power was still immense.

It was a creature that "occupied" a part of the world. In Jenkins's perception, the darkness beyond the window seemed to hide a colossal, maddening monster. The mere portion he could sense was enough to nearly drive a person insane.

This was a primal biological instinct, and Jenkins, not yet fully shed of his mortal coil, was inevitably affected.

On the coffee table before him, books flipped wildly through their pages, and something resembling the shadow of a curtain danced about. Chocolate lay flat on the table, its tail stretched out ramrod straight, clearly affected by the thing outside.

But the creature could also sense Jenkins. The higher a being's level, the sooner it could perceive danger.

Just as Jenkins believed a gargantuan beast was crouching in the darkness outside, the creature outside also believed that an incredibly dangerous monster was sitting inside the house. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ NoveI-Fire.ɴet

The howling wind showed no sign of stopping. Jenkins squinted, his body feeling somewhat numb.

The broken window separated Scion from Saint. The furious infant was on the verge of madness, its poor mother's abdomen torn open as she lay dead on her small bed. Its followers clutched bowls of a concoction brewed in the building's basement, cowering in a corner.

No one could have predicted that a neighbor's idle whim would cause such a major disruption to a plan nearly a century in the making.

The night was deep. The flickering hearth fire reflected in the writer's eyes, and the hand clutching the metal block trembled subconsciously.

A deep, resounding roar—

The monsters, one inside and one outside the wall, faced each other in silence for a few seconds before an earth-shattering bellow seemed to travel from the farthest reaches of the sky. This sound caused not the air, but space itself, to vibrate.

Blood trickled from Jenkins's ears, but he didn't use the drop of divinity. He had no idea how long a potential battle might last, so this trump card had to be saved for the very end.

Even for a naturally superior being, the form of a newborn infant still impaired its intellect. It couldn't judge the monster in the darkness, but its premature birth had filled it with a rage that urged it to kill that thing at any cost.

It let out that horrifying cry once more from its mouth, and it moved—

Dozens of pitch-black cat paw prints materialized on the wall before it, writhing and converging in an unnatural manner.

It was a manifestation of power that was more restrained, yet far more terrifying. Even in its inherited knowledge, there was incomplete information about such a force.

Its transcendent intellect suppressed its primal instincts. It recoiled, its rage forcibly driven away.

"There will be another chance."

A hoarse voice emerged from its mouth. The premature birth had disrupted some of the plan, but a scion was still a scion.

It floated backward to the bedroom doorway, and a black mist enveloped everything within the room.

A short while later, the dark clouds dispersed and the gale died down. The light of the red and blue twin moons once again shone through the small window, illuminating what was left inside: only the poor widow with her abdomen torn open.