Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 650

After retrieving his body from the alley, Jenkins returned to St. George Avenue with Chocolate. By then, lights had flickered on across half the city. The sudden meteor shower had woken everyone, and they were desperate to know what had happened in the eastern district, now a skyline of roaring flames. Follow current novᴇls on novelFɪre.net

Having fallen back into his mortal form, it was only as he pushed open his front door that Jenkins remembered he had forgotten to destroy the mirror with his divine power. But in a way, this was convenient. It would allow him to ask a few deadly serious questions.

The noise outside was steadily growing, but Jenkins tuned it out. Seeing there was still some time before his scheduled half-hour with Alexia, he lit the fireplace, burrowed under a blanket in front of the sofa, and let Chocolate curl up before him.

As he took out the mirror, a tangible temptation, one that seemed to beckon to the very soul, emanated from its surface.

He asked in a low voice, but immediately felt the question was foolish. He cut straight to the point.

"The Savior's Emblem, 'Real Illusion.' How can I obtain it?"

The mirror’s surface flashed, and a middle-aged man in a wig appeared within it. The cat narrowed its eyes, tilting its head to focus its gaze on the back of the mirror.

Normally, Jenkins would only see his own handsome face in a mirror, so the appearance of this man, his face a web of wrinkles and his taste in clothing utterly atrocious, made him feel a surge of disgust. The man’s style was so ancient and primitive that it would be out of place even in the oldest of oil paintings, leading Jenkins to believe he hadn't changed his attire in several epochs.

The man in the mirror stood, leaning on the back of his chair with a teasing smile. The background behind him was a pitch-black void, lending the scene a terrifying and bizarre quality.

"Enough nonsense. Answer my question," Jenkins said viciously.

"Those vampires are as unreliable as ever, hmph. To think they would dare to lay a hand on such a noble qualification. Oh, my new master, please don't be so agitated. I will answer any question you have."

"What are the requirements for 'Real Illusion'?" he asked again.

"It's quite simple. You needn't be anxious. I will tell you everything."

The mirror's tone was grating, and Jenkins was already fantasizing about what would happen when he handed it over to the Star Spirit.

"'Real Illusion' is a divine art, the ability to control one's own illusion. Therefore, it requires the aid of a god's power. Divine domains related to Illusion, Shadow, or Lies will all work. My previous master attempted to rely on the Shadow domain, but that particular power is currently controlled by a terrifying Beast of Calamity."

This corroborated the events of the evening. They probably hadn’t intended to lure the Beast of Calamity into the material world, but merely to borrow a fraction of its power. Otherwise, it wouldn't be a "Savior's Emblem" but a "World-Ender's Emblem." The vampires and Liverpool simply hadn't understood that the power of a Calamity was not something weak mortals like them could ever hope to meddle with.

On second thought, it seemed as though the mirror itself had guided Liverpool to cause this whole mess. It was the true culprit.

"What role, exactly, did George Liverpool play in all this?"

He had to temporarily shift his focus away from the Savior's Emblem; this felt more important.

"If you mean the last person to hold me, he was one of the few humans suitable to serve as a priest for the Scarlet Ephemera. That pack of vampires snuck out from their master's world and, through me, learned about 'Real Illusion.' Then they colluded with another group, trading for a method to contact the Beast of Calamity. But they fell short at the final hurdle, allowing you to reap the benefits. I must say, your luck is truly exceptional. Thanks to them, I now possess all the information regarding that qualification. Now, ask me again! You must ask for all the information, and only then will I tell you!"

The man in the mirror stroked his black goatee. The darkness behind him gradually sharpened into focus, revealing what looked like a study. But the craftsmanship of the bookshelves and the horned goat skull hanging on the wall all exuded a primitive, evil aura.

It seemed unaware of what had just happened outside. Otherwise, it would never have spoken to Jenkins in such a tone.

"It can't perceive the outside world when it's not being used?"

Jenkins mused, finding it hard to believe it would answer all his questions so cooperatively.

"Liverpool was probably tricked into his own death just . Of course, that was likely also connected to the curse on the Stress family's bloodline."

He suddenly grew wary. He shouldn't be greedy for this knowledge. The correct course of action was to hand the mirror directly to the Star Spirit.

Chocolate, hidden in the shadows of the hearth, nodded in agreement, though no one noticed the gesture.

The clamor outside grew louder. Even though the battle between a god and a monster under the blood moon had been distorted by lies into a "meteor strike," it was still a profoundly shocking event for mortals.

Jenkins could even hear the voices of the Goodman family next door. They had probably run out of their house in their sleepwear, thinking it was another earthquake.

But the chaos outside had nothing to do with Jenkins. He didn't care about the citizens' nocturnal panic.

"But I'm a genuine god," he couldn't help but think. "What can this mirror possibly do to me?"

"Yes, the Savior's Emblem is just as important to me. It's practically within my grasp, and the only price is asking a single question."

He wavered, his expression flickering uncertainly. The man in the mirror smugly toyed with his beard, twisting the tip around his finger.

"You can rest completely assured. I will truthfully answer your every question."

Lying nearby, Chocolate could listen no longer. It didn't want to waste any more time on this, not when it was already past its bedtime. The cat resolved to give Jenkins a nudge; the foolish fellow seemed about to fall for the trap.

But before the cat could do anything, Jenkins suddenly slammed the mirror face-down on the table.

The creature within the mirror was incapable of telling lies due to a flaw in its own soul. Because of this, even with the power of his Lie Godhood, Jenkins couldn't discern its true intentions.

Incomplete truths were sometimes more terrifying than outright lies. Jenkins knew this better than anyone; he was an expert in that very art. On reflection, he strongly suspected the vampires' great misfortune was inextricably linked to this mirror.

And though he had been tempted for a moment, it was just as the Star Spirit, Rakul, had once said: the soul of a god, even an incomplete one, was enough to resist the mirror's seduction.

Chocolate settled back down, stretching its front paws with a long yawn. It had been a truly boring night.