Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 612

The warmth and sweetness inside the candy shop lifted the spirits, so much so that even Jenkins, finding himself face-to-face with another numbered entity, didn't feel the tension he ought to have.

This humanoid extraordinary being seemed good-natured, and even if Jenkins didn't end up trading for a new ability, he had no intention of letting him slip away.

"Why don't you tell me," he began, "what these two Sin Coins of mine can get me?"

The cat's eyes followed the motion of the coin Jenkins was tossing. After watching for a moment, its gaze shifted to the pockets of the man conversing with him.

"I only have candy on hand," the man said, "but I occasionally add a few 'surprises' to the sweets I give out. I imagine you'll be interested in those."

As he spoke, he casually picked up a gray sack from the corner, where it had been tossed aside like rubbish. The bag was grimy and even sported a black velvet patch.

He gave the sack a little shake, letting Jenkins hear the rattle of candies colliding within.

"You can describe your needs, and I will do my best to find a suitable candy for you within the value of two Blasphemy Seeds. If you don't require a custom selection, one Sin Coin will allow you to draw a single candy from the sack at random. However, I will only reveal its effect after you have made your choice."

"Ah, and you needn't worry about being deceived," he added. "Beings like us must also abide by a strict set of rules."

Jenkins wasn't worried. He'd already deduced some of the limitations these entities operated under.

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"My apologies, but two Blasphemy Seeds might not be enough. However, if you happen to have two Joy Kernels, we could discuss it further."

Jenkins had no such thing.

"What else do I need?"

He asked himself, considering the challenges he would soon have to face.

"In that case, do you have a candy that I can eat so that even a Righteous God couldn't detect anything unusual about me?"

The man standing before Jenkins shot him a bewildered look.

"Sir, are you joking?"

Jenkins had to admit the request was a bit much. He glanced down at the coins in his hand, then picked one up with his left and offered it to the man holding the sack.

"In that case, I'll take a random candy. May the Hidden One of Fate smile upon me."

The man took the coin and shrugged, holding the sack open for Jenkins. The shop was brightly lit with gas lamps and candles to create a festive atmosphere, yet for some reason, Jenkins couldn't see what was inside the sack.

He leaned in and plunged his hand into the sack, his fingers sliding over what felt like hard candies in thin paper wrappers. He fumbled around for a moment before pulling out a rather large piece. It looked completely ordinary, and its wrapper felt coarse to the touch.

"Oh, so it's that one!"

The man broke into an exaggerated grin.

With that, he reached back into the sack, pulled out a party popper, and gave it a gentle tug. A flurry of colorful paper drifted down from the air like snowflakes.

Jenkins brushed the confetti from his hair. He really wasn't used to dealing with people .

"What does this candy do?"

"This is actually a rather amusing prank candy," the man chirped. "You see, doesn't it look a bit like a mouse?"

No, it didn't. It was just an irregularly shaped lump of sugar.

"Whoever eats it will be permanently transformed into a mouse. And believe me, it is quite permanent—unless a great deity decides to intervene in such a trivial matter."

He delivered this dangerous warning with a smile as warm and unwavering as a summer breeze, which Jenkins found deeply unsettling.

"Is it effective on all creatures?"

he asked, tucking the candy into a side pocket. He avoided his inner breast pocket, worried that Chocolate might accidentally eat it while hiding inside. He had no desire for his pet cat to become a large mouse.

"It's effective on most creatures. I know what you're thinking, but the divine beings over at the factory wouldn't be affected in the slightest, even if they ate it."

He wagged his right index finger at Jenkins, his other hand fluttering about like a butterfly flitting from flower to flower, dancing in every direction as it gifted sweets to the fortunate.

"Is it worth one Sin Coin?"

Jenkins wondered, but he didn't rush to a conclusion. The true worth of such an item could only be measured in its moment of use.

He still had one Sin Coin left. He didn't intend to keep it, but he wasn't going to try his luck on another candy, either. After a moment's thought, he tossed the small, round coin to the man across from him.

"Since you can grant luck by handing out candy, can you just apply it to someone directly?"

"Of course. I understand what you're asking."

He toyed with the coin, tossing his sack aside with his other hand. Then, he raised his index finger and pointed it at Jenkins's forehead... before abruptly lowering it. That spot, after all, had already been blessed.

His finger came to rest pointing at Jenkins's heart. A warm current spread from that point through the rest of his body, filling him with an indescribable sense of ease. Jenkins couldn't help but shiver, nearly dislodging Chocolate from his shoulder.

"A minor blessing of luck, lasting for one month. It's difficult to quantify its exact effects, but you should be able to feel it working."

After their transaction was complete, the young man impersonating a clerk announced that he had to go distribute luck elsewhere and would be leaving shortly. Before he went, however, Jenkins asked him for a few "lucky candies."

"I just spent two Sin Coins with you. Surely you won't refuse a simple request like that?"

"Of course. I'm not a stingy person."

With that, he pointed a finger at Jenkins, and suddenly all of Jenkins's pockets were stuffed with candy.

"But I trust you understand that greedily seeking good fortune can only invite disaster."

Jenkins was well aware of that. Besides, he had only asked for the sweets to save a little money on treats for the children.

When he met Magic Miss on the rooftop, Jenkins casually tossed her a candy as a gift for the end-of-year festival. Though puzzled, the woman thanked him quietly, unwrapped the sweet, and popped it into her mouth.

She seemed to trust him implicitly.

They were on the roof of a three-story apartment building near the banks of the Rona River. The building had an external staircase, so the climb hadn't been difficult. Gazing out over the city, he could see an infectious excitement for the coming festival everywhere he looked. Even the common laborers, weary from a full day's work, wore smiles rarely seen on a typical day.

The bells of a distant clock tower chimed, a reminder that the end of the year was drawing ever closer.