Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 538

Jenkins felt like he was going mad.

The phrase, a simple adjective and noun, struck his very soul. Memories of his past and present lives intertwined, creating a profound sense of the absurd.

The moon in his distant homeland had also been described as yellow.

"Could it be that I never came to a strange new world? That this is all just some ridiculous dream?"

He was sure the expression on his face must be terrifying.

"Could this world truly be just an ancient god's dream, and my memories of home merely something arranged by that same god?"

The bishop didn't turn, and so he failed to notice Jenkins's distress.

"Or maybe... the moment I transmigrated, both the old Jenkins and the new one went mad from the sight of that octopus's eye. Maybe I'm just a madman?"

He shook his head as if warding off a chill and straightened up before the bishop could notice.

"The color of the moon doesn't matter. Whether here or there is real... that doesn't matter either."

He emptied his mind and looked up at the moon.

"Wherever I am, that is reality. I am truth. Everything I see is truth. Everything I hear is truth. Everything I say is truth..."

He told himself this in his heart, nearly unable to resist shouting the words aloud.

A sense of satisfaction settled in his heart. The unsettling thoughts vanished, and he almost wanted to laugh at himself for his bizarre line of thinking.

The restless spirit within him calmed, washing over his soul and body like a tide. In the sky, the purple star of his destiny pulsed with an even more brilliant light.

His conversation with the bishop lasted only half an hour. Afterward, Jenkins returned to his room, dragging a reluctant Chocolate away from the flowerbeds.

He lay on his bed with his eyes closed for a long while but felt no hint of sleepiness. When he opened them, he saw Chocolate perched on the windowsill, gazing at the strange, crimson moon.

Tonight, its color was as red as fresh blood.

"I really hope everything will be alright."

With that thought, he summoned the motes of light representing his abilities and focused his mind on [The Unknown Path], but there was no response.

He breathed a small sigh of relief. Last time, it had pointed directly at the Evil God's Child. Jenkins suspected it was a warning that a divine presence was in that direction.

He stared at the ceiling for another long moment, his left hand tucked behind his head. He raised his right hand toward the sky, and with a thought, summoned the silver-blue sphere of starlight.

It floated quietly in his palm for a few seconds. Jenkins's expression was calm as he admired its wondrous colors.

The next second, it was as if a steam bomb had detonated in his palm. The silver-blue radiance instantly scattered in all directions before converging again, beginning to vibrate violently.

"Huh? The All-knowing Treasure Mirror is in the church?"

Jenkins shot up from the bed, staring at the trembling sphere in his hand with a mixture of shock and suspicion.

He tried walking a lap around the room and found the vibrations were strongest when he faced southeast.

Star Spirit Rakul's request was, of course, his top priority. He poked his head out the window; seeing no one outside, he turned back, grabbed the metal block sealing the new divinity, and activated Cat's Grace. He climbed onto the steam pipes running along the building's exterior. With the blood-red moonlight on his back, he closed the window behind him, then leaped onto a nearby leafless tree and shimmied down the trunk to the ground.

Beckoning for Chocolate to climb onto his shoulder, he held up his right hand and headed southeast. But by the time he reached the back gate of the church, the sphere was still vibrating, and he could feel the frequency weakening. That meant the mirror was moving away from his position.

"I'll go take a look. The mirror is important, and if there's any danger, I'll turn right back!"

He made up his mind. Activating his Eye of Reality, he identified the positions of the guards around the church. He then took a wide detour, climbed to the top floor of the Grand Library, and summoned a black mist to conceal himself. After a short running start, he launched himself into the air.

The supernatural defenses here were the weakest, and there was a gap of a few seconds in the guards' blind spot. It was risky, but Jenkins landed silently. He then slid along the ground in a rather undignified posture and slipped into a nearby alley.

When he emerged, he had transformed into a portly, middle-aged man with a calico cat.

With his right hand held inside his coat, cupping the sphere of starlight, he moved continuously through the city. The target holding the mirror had to be moving quickly, forcing Jenkins to constantly pay attention to his direction, lest he lose them in a moment of carelessness.

He crossed half the city. After traversing a large bridge, he even ducked onto a docked cargo ship for a few minutes to avoid a squad of hurrying Night Watchmen.

The red night was unsettling, making one's heart pound. Jenkins crouched behind a mailbox at an intersection, one hand resting on a low wall. The sphere of starlight in his palm was now vibrating at an unprecedented speed, proof that he was very close to his target. Fınd the newest release on NoveI~Fire.net

He stopped, opening his other sight. At the same time, he summoned his monocle. Near the edge of his vision, he saw exactly what he was looking for: a level 7 Enchanter, an aura in the shape of a mirror, and the auras of several other special items.

According to the information provided by Star Spirit Rakul, the All-knowing Treasure Mirror, designated B-04-4-4444, should be a Series B Extraordinary item, but what Jenkins saw was an aura of intermingled black, red, and yellow.

He had never seen such a complex combination of colors, and his sense of caution grew even sharper.

In the vicinity of the mirror's holder were dozens of humanoid creatures that, to Jenkins's eyes, were bathed in a blue light.

"Blue Aberrations... that light... are they infected humans? Could that level seven Enchanter be a vampire? And he has the mirror?"

He speculated internally, taking a step back to conceal himself deeper in the shadows, because he had also spotted Enchanters from the Orthodox Church several blocks away.

To the east was clearly a full combat squad, though Jenkins couldn't tell which great being they served. To the southeast were definitely Scribes from the Legacy Sage Church, as he recognized the point of light representing Captain Bincy. The squad to the northeast was the largest; besides members of the local church, it surprisingly included two other groups Jenkins had seen before.

One group consisted of the Enchanters from the Church of Creation and Machinery, who were in Nolan to investigate the damage to the Gifted Clock. The other two were the knights from the Church of Sun and Justice he had encountered in the story-type Mysterious Realm.

"What a coincidence. Why is everyone nearby?"