Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 595

"Then what about the vampire from the night before last? Has it woken up?"

Jenkins asked the Keeper of Secrets again.

"No. We've encountered people knocked unconscious by the New God Cultists before, but this one is completely different. Its soul has vanished, and we can't find a single trace of it."

Of course not, Jenkins thought. Its soul had been shattered into dust by that strange power.

Still, acquiring the body of an ancient exotic species was an unprecedented event in this epoch. Although Jenkins hadn't heard any specific news, he had gathered from Miss Bevanna's hints that the massive airship had visited Nolan City again last night.

"The Church will issue commendations for this. You and Bincy will both be rewarded. As for Bentz..."

He had no relatives, no friends in the secular world.

"He will receive the honor he is due, and his name will be passed down. We know the mysterious New God Cultists were the main force behind this, but we can't possibly reward them. Besides, we can't even find them."

"No, they've already been rewarded."

He had never stopped thinking about his identity as a so-called "Savior," especially after gleaning some information from the vampire last night. He was beginning to form a hazy new understanding.

Though no one had ever mentioned it, he was now convinced that even if one could become a Savior through a ritual, they first had to meet the literal requirements of the title. Saviors were born, not made. To become one later in life, one had to endure trials.

"Twin Demons, Undying Man..."

He mulled over the words, certain that not just anyone could successfully perform the ritual. He had just happened to fit the criteria by a stroke of luck.

"If the vampires' method of connecting with the [Real Illusion] is their shadowless nature, then the elusive New God Cultists also seem to fit the requirement. Heh, what is this? Destiny?"

At that thought, a feeling of utter clarity, as if he suddenly understood everything, flooded his mind and body. He stopped in his tracks.

The world before him was shrouded in a thin white mist, but in that instant, it suddenly dispersed, revealing countless colored threads running through the world. These threads wrapped around every person and every object; even Jenkins himself was entangled in them.

He coughed violently, and when he covered his mouth, he saw blood on his hand. At the same time, he noticed the colored threads writhing and changing. His mind was instantly captivated, and he felt an uncontrollable urge to observe their patterns, as if they held the very truth of the world.

A moment later, a hammer-like blow struck his head, and his consciousness vanished.

When he came to again, the headache and nausea hadn't subsided in the slightest. He didn't even have the energy to feign a gentle awakening, simply groaning as he forced his eyes open.

A noisy crowd of people stood outside the door, but by his bedside, there were only Miss Bevanna and Papa Oliver. Oh, and Chocolate. Jenkins was sure his face must be a frightful color, or they wouldn't look so worried.

"Don't talk just yet."

Papa Oliver carefully helped him sit up, then handed him a glass of pale green liquid. Jenkins took a sip with chapped lips. It was sweet; they must have added that expensive sugar.

"I've added some B-10-5-2885, the [Universal Potion], to this water. I hope it helps."

Jenkins felt a fresh wave of nausea.

After drinking the water and resting for a while, he finally told the two of them about his vision. Miss Bevanna looked perplexed, unsure of what had happened, but Papa Oliver's expression suddenly turned grave.

"What exactly has Audrey been teaching you?" he asked.

"An introduction to divination. I haven't even officially started yet."

Jenkins's voice was weak, and a throbbing pain pulsed in his temples.

"I see. Get some rest for now. If you need anything, just call out. Someone will be stationed outside the door to look after you."

Papa Oliver nodded at him. The three of them spoke a little longer before they let Jenkins lie down again.

The curtains were drawn tightly, blocking the view, but he could hear the wind and snow raging outside. He didn't know what time it was or what was wrong with him.

He heard the soft padding of Chocolate's paws on the mattress. The cat padded through the darkness to his head and settled down quietly. Papa Oliver and Miss Bevanna had closed the door when they left and hadn't lit the gas lamp, making the cat's eyes exceptionally bright in the gloom.

He whispered, and as if on cue, summoned the glowing points of his abilities. The single empty bubble was now filled with the purple that represented destiny:

[The Observer (Purple Destiny)]

"Oh, there goes the [Blessing of Books] again..."

That was his last thought before he fell asleep.

When he woke up again, he felt a distinct pang of hunger. Chocolate was still curled up in the same spot, watching its own tail twitch back and forth.

Feeling a little better, he sat up, stared blankly for a moment, then found his shoes under the bed. With the cat in tow, he pushed open the door.

It was only when he was eating that he learned the time was just past midnight. It was late Friday night, which meant he hadn't actually been unconscious for very long.

After his meal, he felt no drowsiness at all. His spirits were lifting, so he decided to take Chocolate out to the courtyard to watch the snow. He could feel his vitality returning. When he'd first woken up, he hadn't even had the energy to greet the cat, but now he could playfully circle his hand for it to chase.

At that moment, however, it felt more like Chocolate was playing with him, rather than the other way around. Jenkins chalked it up to the aftereffects of his collapse.

He didn't stay outside for long before a nun called him back to his room. Miss Audrey had rushed over to the Sage Church. She wore a white, fur-lined cape, her face etched with worry.

"When Mr. Oliver contacted me earlier, you have no idea how startled I was."

She reached out and placed a hand on Jenkins's forehead as if he were running a fever.

"Papa Oliver said you saw... some threads?" Read full story at novel⦿fire.net

The woman asked skeptically after they both sat down.

"Yes, some colored threads. And I gained a new destiny ability, [The Observer]. Have you heard of it?"

"Yes... colored threads... This is truly..."

She stared at Jenkins so intently that the hair on the back of his neck stood up. Finally, she rose and closed the door.