Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 605

The moment he swallowed, a paradoxical sensation—both icy and searing—erupted in his stomach and radiated through his body. At the same time, a series of bizarre and fantastical visions flooded his sight.

It was as if he could see thousands of gears hidden within the void, meshing together in silence, their movements both orderly and chaotic as they formed a colossal body.

But just as Jenkins tried to perceive the deeper details, the world before him shuddered. The terrifying collection of gears vanished, replaced by a single, simple silver-white gear floating in a pure white void.

This was not something that could exist in this era. The unique luster of its high-strength alloy and its exceptionally precise dimensions were things that existed only in Jenkins's memories.

It spun slowly, resolutely, as a hazy white mist gradually veiled his vision. When the mist cleared, countless metal levers, gears, bearings, and nuts of the same color materialized.

They assembled themselves, and as more structures emerged, a vast and dazzling metallic metropolis began to take shape. It was a city of steel and electricity, something only Jenkins could recognize—a miracle forged by mortal hands in a far more advanced civilization.

Towering skyscrapers pierced the clouds, four-wheeled cars raced by with incredible speed, and a high degree of automation drove the city to operate at an even faster pace. High above it all, a spectral image of Jenkins gazed down, taking in the scene.

But then, as if an earthquake had struck, the magnificent metallic structure began to shake and crumble, inch by inch. The rules of this world would not permit such a thing to exist in this era. In the end, the surviving metal components gathered densely before Jenkins's eyes, assembling themselves into a miner's lamp pieced together from brass-colored gears, bearings, and nuts.

Much like the Equal Exchange Vending Machine Jenkins had encountered before, this miner's lamp simultaneously embodied a deranged, chaotic structure and a complex mechanical order. It was difficult to imagine how such conflicting styles could merge so perfectly. Follow current novels on NovelHub(.)net

[Rakour's Starlight Illumination (Yellow Spell)] Evolved — [Mechanical Light (Yellow Spell)]

This was a product of the Star Spirit's light combined with the knowledge from Jenkins's cognition, a result specifically induced by the Gifted One's Song.

At that moment, the starry sky had not yet fully manifested in the material world, yet across the globe, learned stargazers and sensitive diviners all looked up. They felt it—an event that would influence the very destiny of the world was unfolding, but none knew exactly what it was.

Although Jenkins had witnessed a multitude of visions, in reality, not even a second had passed. To Magic Miss and Mr. Clark, the man had simply swallowed the two liquids, then appeared to pull a miner's lamp, pieced together from metal parts, from the very air.

Magic Miss stared, mesmerized, at the miner's lamp in Jenkins's hand. She cared little for its construction, but the pictographs on its surface seemed to be guiding her, pointing toward the path she had so long yearned to find.

"The orb of light became a miner's lamp..."

Jenkins had expected it to induce a powerful ability, something that could change the current situation.

"But what good is this?"

He glanced at Mr. Clark, who stood a short distance away. Clark hesitated to attack, utterly baffled by what this madman, who had just downed a vial of pathogenic fluid, was doing.

The woman behind him urged, desperate to know the truth represented by the miner's lamp.

"I don't know what to do," Jenkins said. "The spell ability mutated. I don't know the incantation."

The incantation for the starlight orb had simply been "Rakul," but this was clearly different.

"The incantation is already there!" she exclaimed. "This is an extremely rare phenomenon. Read it aloud, quickly!"

Jenkins froze for a second, then looked down at the miner's lamp. On its silver-white surface—a mix of interlocking parts that also looked like they'd been crudely glued together—were ancient runes of this world alongside ancient pictographs from his own.

"The light of wisdom illuminates the wilderness (ancient runic script),

The primal fire burns the barren land (ancient Huaxia script);

The power of machinery sweeps away ignorance (ancient runic script),

The lamp of civilization guides the future (ancient Huaxia script)."

Jenkins's knowledge of both ancient runes and ancient Huaxia script was clearly far from perfect. He stumbled and hesitated, but managed to recite all the words in a clockwise direction.

The silver-white light sealed within the miner's lamp erupted forward in a dazzling fan. Mr. Clark leaned back, trying to evade it, but he failed to notice Magic Miss slap the ground, causing his movements to falter for an instant.

The light completely enveloped him, and the lamp itself began to radiate an incredible amount of heat. When the light faded, the lamp in Jenkins's hand dissolved into motes of silver-white light and disappeared.

Mr. Clark remained standing, facing them.

His black pistol fell to the ground, rolled a couple of times, and came to rest against a nearby tombstone.

An ear fell to the ground. On closer inspection, it wasn't an ear at all, but hundreds of tiny, interlocking gears.

A gust of wind swept by, and a continuous metallic clattering arose from the man. His body, now composed entirely of metal parts, began to rattle and fall apart, until nothing remained but a disordered pile of components scattered on the ground.

"Mechanical... Light?"

Of all his abilities, this spell consumed the most Spirit by far. Just maintaining the lamp's existence wasn't too taxing, but projecting its light to completely mechanize an object, as he had just done, would drain him dry in a single second.

After Mr. Clark disintegrated, Magic Miss, guided by the cat, supported the limp Jenkins and helped him back to the underground chamber to rest. She also grabbed the gifted spear and brought along Mr. Dagger, who had been hovering at the edge of the battlefield.

Once she saw the cat trot down the stairs as well, she gave a light wave toward the entrance. A shimmering film, seemingly woven from the air itself, completely concealed the top of the stone steps.

Though clearly surprised by their surroundings, her priority was Jenkins. She helped him into a chair, then retrieved a delicate wooden box, no thicker than her finger, from a small pouch at her waist. Sliding back the lid, she plucked a single leaf from a stack of green ones nestled inside.

"Don't swallow it. Just keep chewing."

The woman instructed in a low voice.

Jenkins had never seen such a plant before, but its intensely bitter flavor was unforgettable. As he chewed, the juices trickled down his throat. Soon, his depleted Spirit began to recover at a rapid pace. A few minutes later, he was able to get back on his feet and perform some simple first aid on their wounds.