Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 627

The gods did not depart at once, for there was one more thing to be done.

"I bless you, mortals. For the coming year, flowers shall bring you good fortune."

This was their reward for driving the heretical god's child here, even if the mortals were unaware of what they had done.

"I bless you, mortals. For one year, undead creatures shall be unable to bring you fatal harm."

In a way, this was taking advantage of the Righteous Gods. If not for tonight's events, the divinity and domain of the heretical god's child would have entirely belonged to the descended Sage in two or three days.

"I bless you, mortals. In any place where there is song, the wicked shall have nowhere to hide."

This, of course, was also limited to a year. These people were not followers of a Pseudo-God, so they would naturally not receive the finest of blessings.

"I bless you, mortals. When you perform your rituals, you shall receive an extra measure of luck."

For an Enchanter, this was arguably one of the best blessings possible.

Although the Righteous Gods would soon issue a decree announcing this deity's change of alignment, He felt it necessary to point it out now.

"I bless you. The lies of mortals shall surely bring them their just deserts."

This blessing consumed three-quarters of the newly ignited drop of divinity. Jenkins believed this was due to his inexperience in wielding divine power; most of it had been wasted.

He had left a loophole in this declaration—"the lies of mortals."

The blessings complete, a seven-colored light rose from beneath the six gods' feet. Four of the deities returned to a higher dimension, and the shells of the Saints dissolved into motes of light, following them into the heavens.

Jenkins did not summon the unicorn again. Instead, He sketched a celestial ladder into the void—one made of white jade, its handrails adorned with carvings of little angels blowing horns and clusters of blooming flowers.

With His hands behind His back and the God of Flowers and Celebration by His side, the two deities ascended into the sky, step by step.

The ladder on the ground dissipated like a phantom. The mortals mustered the courage to look up, but they could only see a clear night sky beneath the twin moons. The mist had not dispersed with the god's child's disappearance. If not for the fact that the church before them had vanished completely, many would have dismissed the memory as nothing more than a dream.

This night was destined to be recorded in the annals of history.

"May I ask if you have any other business with me?"

The place where they descended the celestial ladder was still within the forest. No one would ever guess that the two gods remained here.

"Thank you for the flower you gave me the other day. I liked it very much,"

Jenkins froze. "You had already descended that day?"

"Yes, I had some minor troubles to attend to beforehand. I must remind you, a god's domain is mostly acquired through one's own efforts. To completely merge with another's domain requires a vast amount of divinity. I believe you understand what I am saying."

"Of course. Thank you for the reminder."

"No, don't thank me. This is my thanks for that flower. Did you know? The last time someone gave me a flower, I was still just a mortal."

"A mortal can become a god?"

Jenkins asked, puzzled. But on second thought, he realized there must be a secret he didn't know. "That which can become a god cannot be human." She must have gone through some kind of process. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ Novᴇl_Fire(.)net

"New god, I look forward to meeting you again in a higher dimension. Farewell."

Jenkins nodded to the God of Flowers, who returned the gesture before transforming into a beam of pure white light and ascending into the sky.

But the body She had possessed did not disappear, for the vessel She had used was no mortal.

When the light faded, a familiar girl was left standing before Jenkins. She wore slightly shabby clothes and carried a small basket on her arm.

This was Jenkins's nightmare, the greatest psychological barrier he had faced since coming to this world, a shadow he had yet to completely escape.

"Oh, it's been a while, sir. Would you like to buy a flower?"

Just as on that rainy night at the beginning of autumn, the young flower seller asked with a shy smile.

Even in his divine state, the question almost made Jenkins cry out in alarm. Fortunately, his vastly expanded power gave him a little more confidence. He suppressed the unnatural feeling and shook his head.

"I have a flower in my hand that I wish to see bloom, but I lack certain necessary items. Can you help me?"

"Do you need fertilizer, sir?"

she asked, her expression joyful. "I do have some fertilizer that can make flowers bloom, but what will you use for payment?"

A few green coins appeared in His hand.

"Of course. Five Blasphemy Seeds for one portion of fertilizer."

The girl reached into her small basket and pulled out a slightly dirty paper packet. She held out her left hand, her face tilted up toward Jenkins, who placed the five small, round coins into her soft palm.

"Thank you for your generosity, sir!"

the girl said in a high-pitched voice, carefully placing the coins into her basket. Perhaps because a transaction had already been made, she didn't ask again if he wanted to buy a flower. The girl thought for a moment, then took a white flower from her basket—the same kind Jenkins had eaten once before.

"This is a gift for you. Happy Year's End Festival!"

Jenkins was rather flattered, an emotion highly unbefitting a god.

"Thank you. And a happy Year's End Festival to you too."

"Then farewell, sir. May the Lord of Blossoms protect you for all eternity!"

She once again uttered the phrase that had terrified Jenkins for half a year, gave a slight bow, and stepped back into the darkness of the forest.

The cat, which had been keeping a low profile, finally made a sound. Jenkins raised a finger, shimmering with white light in the darkness, and stroked its head. In fact, Jenkins's entire body was glowing, and the scattered motes of light were especially noticeable in the dark surroundings.

Only about a tenth of his divinity remained. He would have to be mad to return to the church in the guise of a god.

He summoned the two unused drops of divinity from within his body and sketched a seal in the void, creating two metal blocks.

Perhaps because this seal was formed from divine power, the cubes, which should have been black, turned out to be a brilliant silver. Their smooth surfaces were covered in raised markings resembling tree roots. They were, in essence, two extraordinary works of art.

But this was for the best. No one would ever guess what they truly were. As for the last dregs of his expended divinity—

"Now then, let's see what happens."

He laid His finger on Chocolate, and the divine power slowly poured out. The cat stared at Jenkins with wide eyes, its soft fur swaying gently in the night breeze.

The sound came from somewhere unknown. When Jenkins looked at Chocolate again, three shimmering golden hairs had appeared behind its right ear. This was likely the result of the cat absorbing the divinity.

Jenkins now suspected he had adopted a monkey.