Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 629

The mark on Miss Bevanna's arm, a wound inflicted by divine power, had still not faded. Even with the Evil God's Scion dead, its terrifying energy continued to affect her health. Jenkins was deeply concerned, but thankfully, the Church seemed to have a solution.

But regardless, he no longer had to worry about facing the Sage in the material world.

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He gave a slight nod.

A single grain of sand floated above the table between them, so small it would have been unnoticeable if not for its intrinsic glow. Jenkins had already discovered its purpose. It had only one function: to absorb and release liquid. So far, he had found no limit to its capacity.

This was the kind of spatial storage he had always hoped for, though it was a pity it couldn't hold anything other than liquids.

"Very good. I think Papa Oliver will be happy for you, too."

Miss Bevanna managed a faint smile.

It was highly unusual. If Jenkins had the energy, he would have dug deep to uncover the real reason for his mentor's trip to the capital. But right now, all he wanted was a good night's sleep.

He had also learned the full story of what had happened the previous night. On the evening of December 31st, the Evil God's Scion—which should have been deep in slumber to better absorb power from the city-enveloping fog for the Children of the Mist plan—had unexpectedly awakened ahead of schedule.

In the ensuing haste, there was no time to prepare for a Righteous God to descend, and so mortals were forced to face the threat head-on. They suffered staggering casualties; even a demigod-level Enchanter was nearly slain. But the Scion's premature birth had left it with a hidden weakness, and this early awakening was clearly ill-timed. Against all odds, the desperate Enchanters had managed to hold it back.

It wasn't that the Scion couldn't have killed them all; it simply refused to waste its precious power on mortals. Wiping out an entire city would undoubtedly invite retaliation from the Righteous Gods, and it conflicted with its primary goal of securing a position as a Savior. Thus, it decided to retreat from Nolan, biding its time until a more opportune moment arose to let mortals feel its true power.

And so, it encountered the six pseudo-gods in the forest on the city's outskirts.

Miss Bevanna was the one who told him all this, and though she surely left some secrets unsaid, Jenkins's curiosity wasn't that strong. The only thing he truly wondered about was which position, exactly, the Evil God's Scion had been after.

Because of this incident, no one in the church had been able to enjoy the annual year-end festival. Outside the church walls, people watched lively parades, enjoyed circus performances, and marveled at new technological displays in squares festooned with colorful banners. Inside, it was a scene of utter chaos.

On the morning of the first day of the new year, Jenkins used his abilities to treat a large number of casualties, even helping to heal the heretics. Since his power had evolved, he had become the most outstanding healer in the diocese. With manpower stretched thin and the constant threat of vampires looming, restoring their fighting strength as quickly as possible was the highest priority.

He also spent the morning organizing the new knowledge he had gained from absorbing two drops of divinity, as well as the information that came with his new divine domain.

Just as the "God of Flowers and Festivities" had said, he now merely "possessed" the divine domain rather than "controlled" it. To truly integrate it into his being and become a true god, he would need a vast amount of divine power. It would be an incredibly long process, and Jenkins just so happened to lack the necessary divinity.

"Fusing with a divine domain requires divinity, and you can only obtain divinity after fusing with a divine domain."

It seemed like a catch-22. Still, at least now Jenkins could make simple use of the power of [Lies]: he could sense whenever someone was lying to him, and he had two opportunities each week to make anyone believe a lie he told.

"Chocolate, when you snuck out of the bedroom this morning, were you going to the church kitchen to steal food?"

Jenkins felt no particular sensation from the cat's reply, which meant it was true. The only problem was, he had no idea what the cat had actually said.

As Jenkins's level as an Enchanter rose, he would be able to grasp more associated powers through his divine domain. But to fully merge with the domain of [Lies], he would still need the aid of divinity.

"Unless I can create a divine domain on my own, or truly comprehend the real meaning of [Lies]. Otherwise, if I want to become a true god, the path of the Savior is still the best way forward."

In addition, the two drops of divinity had provided a massive amount of information, finally completing the fragmented message he had received before:

That which can become a god, bears the sins of the world.

It was entirely what he expected, but the statement itself had no practical use.

Since all the divinity he had burned came from the Evil God's Scion, some of the information was redundant. The most valuable knowledge he gained was a method for artificially creating magic eyes.

It required starting with a girl under the age of twelve, then continuously altering her physique through special foods, materials, and cruel rituals as she matured. Upon reaching adulthood, a terrifying monster from the void had to be summoned to mate with her. After a twenty-three-month gestation, the child she bore would have a high probability of possessing two different magic eyes.

After reading through his notes once, Jenkins tossed the paper into the furnace. He still had some lines he refused to cross.

The most complete information he received, surprisingly, was about the Beast of Calamity known as the [Scarlet Ephemera].

Jenkins had encountered the term "Beast of Calamity" more than once, but this was the first time he truly understood their terror. The [Scarlet Ephemera] was a colossal, blood-red winged creature reaching thousands of meters in length. Brutal and devoid of reason, it was, in fact, a horrifying monster composed of a substance called [Primal Blood].

And [Primal Blood], according to legend, was the very first drop of blood to exist in this world—the common origin of all animals, including humans. The [Scarlet Ephemera], born from that source, possessed the ability to arbitrarily alter the genetic information of any animal species.

If even the smallest member of a species so much as laid eyes on it, the entire species' genetic library would become contaminated. Subsequent generations would produce a flood of unpredictable mutations, driving the species to complete extinction within two or three generations, leaving behind only a trail of grotesque monsters as a horrifying reminder for the world.