Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 624

Unconscious, Jenkins didn't see the sacrificial robe vanish. He also didn't see the small, transparent sphere that rolled out from where its pocket had been and merged with his body.

This was the very reason for his journey into the Mysterious Realm. And judging by the result, the Festival Spirit had indeed accomplished Jenkins's goal.

The door, shimmering with an endless white light, had materialized right at his fingertips, yet he was powerless to walk through it.

An unknown amount of time passed before a finger lying on the sand suddenly twitched. Then, two green vines shot out from the void, piercing into Jenkins's temples. The agonizing illusions and extreme vertigo finally subsided, and the second black ring representing blasphemy vanished from his wrist. Pale-faced, Jenkins dug his fingers into the sand and began to crawl, inch by inch, toward the door.

He had produced no Sin Coins, for a person could only generate one within a certain period.

A sigh echoed from nowhere as the woman with the umbrella dissolved into sand, merging with the dune. At that very moment, a great wind howled from an unseen source, sending grit and sand dancing through the air. And just as the door was about to close, a single, tiny grain of sand managed to fly through.

Jenkins was licked awake by Chocolate. As far as he could recall, this was the first time the cat had ever done such a thing. It must have only just begun, for he felt no dampness on his cheek.

"How did I end up here?"

He wasn't in his room. Instead, he found himself in a secluded alley not far from the church. It was a place Jenkins had never set foot in, though he often glanced its way when passing, just to make sure no thugs were lurking inside.

He struggled to his feet, but as he braced his right hand against the wall, it landed on something repulsive and soft. He lost his balance and collapsed again.

It was still night, he guessed, but the atmosphere felt... wrong.

A city at night should never be this silent. And the thick, unnerving fog was clearly unnatural.

After the Evil God's Scion had locked down the factory district, fog of this density shouldn't have been possible.

"What in the world happened?"

Unfortunately, the only other living creature present couldn't answer him. But the cat did do something else—it nudged the Godhead Metal Block over to Jenkins's hand with its head.

"Chocolate, how did you find me?"

He asked, not expecting an answer; his mind was already at the breaking point. It was easier to believe that the cat, fiercely loyal, had simply brought its favorite toy and followed his scent here. Or perhaps the Festival Spirit had a pang of conscience before leaving and guided the adorable creature to him.

Being able to completely trust another living being was what kept Jenkins from becoming utterly reclusive and strange. He was content to keep Chocolate by his side until the day it no longer wanted to be there and chose to leave.

Chocolate, who had been about to meow, froze. It didn't make a sound. Instead, it walked around the metal block and gently nuzzled Jenkins's cheek.

The man smiled and closed his hand around the metal block.

A few seconds later, a pillar of white light, invisible to mortal eyes, descended from the heavens, enveloping the god in the alley. Sacred hymns and intricate whispers arose in chorus with the divine arrival.

Listening closely, one would notice that the hymns and whispers were vastly different from those of previous descents.

The black-haired, black-eyed god rose to his feet. He first glanced at the body lying on the ground, then at his wrist—the black line was gone. A smile touched his lips as he asked inwardly:

"Why did I appear here?"

The answer arose from deep within him. It wasn't given to him; it was one he arrived at himself:

"Appearing in the church would have made it impossible to use divinity for healing. Within half an hour, the mental damage would have brought me to the brink of death. Therefore, that location was deemed 'unsafe.'"

"The Mysterious Realm's judgment is surprisingly astute,"

the god mused, then summoned his abilities.

This deified state could not be wasted; he had to find something to do. As he channeled a portion of his divine power into The Unknown Path, the guidance of fate manifested with stark clarity, despite the lack of information.

Leaving his mortal body in the corner of the alley, he strolled onto a deserted street shrouded in thick fog. Overhead, only the faint glow of the gaslights pierced the gloom.

The twin moons were completely obscured by the blanket of fog, a seeming portent of the extraordinary events this night held in store.

A unicorn stepped through the fragile barrier of space, letting out a majestic cry as it obediently knelt before the god. As Jenkins settled onto its back, sidesaddle, shimmering silver armor materialized over the unicorn's body, sacred runes drifting across its surface. At the same time, its horn turned to pure gold, its radiant light scattering a vast swath of the fog.

The cat leaped onto His shoulder, but He did not immediately follow fate's guidance. He had sensed it the moment He stepped from the alley: another being of equal standing was nearby. Follow current novels on novel⸺fire.net

And just as He expected, after a few seconds' wait, the middle-aged man from the cemetery that morning parted the fog and emerged.

Like Jenkins, he too was bathed in a pillar of pure white light, the accompanying hymns and whispers just as intricate and solemn.

His human face was wreathed in a smile. He extended one hand, palm up, and swept it in a grand arc from the front of his body out to his side.

"Greetings, new god. Allow me to introduce myself. While mortals are fond of calling me the Prince of Lies, I much prefer the title God of Lies."

He declared. This was the first time Jenkins had witnessed another god in its deified form. He looked no different from a mortal—at least, that was Jenkins's impression.

"Hello. I believe we met this morning."

"Indeed. I'm surprised you realized I had already descended this morning. Truly remarkable."

Jenkins hadn't realized; his remark had been casual, a reference only to the man's mortal vessel.

The God of Lies did not step closer, but the hymns and whispers surrounding them had already begun to interact. There was no dissonance; instead, they merged in a wondrous fashion, the disparate styles blending and spreading outward like a chorus.

At the feet of both Jenkins and the God of Lies, a halo of light, invisible to mortals, represented the laws of their divinity. Their very presence in the material world, the power they radiated, was already affecting both matter and mankind. On this ordinary street, the rules of reality were beginning to subtly, strangely warp.

"My purpose on this journey is the same as yours. But before we set out, I hope we can resolve a small grievance between us."

Jenkins didn't know where this "journey" was supposed to lead, but he assumed it was to the destination fate was currently pointing him toward.