Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 846

Faint, ancient script was imprinted on the white paper, its origins highly suspect:

[...The sole exception is the Mysterious Realm. Clear evidence indicates its space is fundamentally different from that of the material world. In other words, while the numerous pocket dimensions that seal away malevolent entities of the void and the spawn of Calamity were carved from the material world, the origin of the Mysterious Realm is most certainly not...]

This directly confirmed Jenkins's long-held suspicion that the Mysterious Realms had likely split off from worlds like the "Magma Inferno" or the "Sea of Eternity." However, Jenkins wasn't sure if this was a natural phenomenon or a spatial shift actively initiated by the Sovereigns.

Information about the Mysterious Realms was exceedingly rare, and data on those other dimensions was nonexistent. To date, aside from a copy of the "Devil's Document" he had seen long ago, Jenkins had never encountered any explicit mention of "Sovereigns" in any book, nor had he found any records describing the strange dimensions beyond the material world.

Another gain was discovering a better use for the Stone of Life. His original plan had been to find a suitable longsword and simply affix the stone to it. But in a book titled *Strange Stones: Gifts of Nature*, it mentioned that if the Stone of Life underwent a ritualistic treatment before use, it could grant enchantments akin to "Lesser Fortification" and "Sunlight Convergence" when embedded in a weapon.

This was something not even Alexia had mentioned. Seeing that the required ritual components were all common, Jenkins left the library and immediately put in a request for them at the church.

After getting the materials, he started searching the church for Chocolate, who was running around somewhere. Since the cat wasn't in the courtyard by the nursery, guarding its precious flower, it was most likely in either the kitchen or the library. The kitchen, to find out what was for dinner ahead of time; the library, because it was warm, comfortable, and quiet—perfect for a cat's afternoon nap.

He didn't find the cat, but in the courtyard corridor, he did spot three Enchanters from the Church of Creation and Machinery. A pang of unease made Jenkins instinctively duck behind a corner. He had no intention of eavesdropping, but he couldn't help but notice that one of them had an arm made entirely of gears, bearings, and bolts—a mechanical limb.

"Startled you, didn't it?"

"You certainly did startle me."

"No, no, I mean, did those believers from the other church startle you? That arm."

To be polite, and to ensure the three individuals couldn't overhear, Captain Bincy kept his voice low.

"A little. Has mechanical technology advanced enough to create prosthetic limbs?"

Jenkins had only ever seen something similar on the cultist who controlled C-08-2-2218, the Stopped Clock.

"Of course, this isn't the work of mortal mechanical technology. It was created with divine arts and spellcasting abilities. And, naturally, the Church of Death and End provided some biological support as well."

The middle-aged man seemed rather contemplative. Noticing Jenkins's curiosity, he asked another question:

"Do you know the highest percentage of mechanization achieved by a follower of the Great Artificer?"

The question was quite intriguing. Jenkins thought for a moment before making a conservative guess:

"No, no, that was the figure from ten years ago. The highest modification ratio now is sixty-three percent. And that's just the number those believers themselves have disclosed."

Jenkins couldn't see his own face, but he could guess that an expression of disgust had crossed it.

"Yes. When I first heard about it, I had the exact same expression as you."

Captain Bincy shifted the staff to his other hand as Jenkins asked:

"Sixty-three percent... Can that even be considered human anymore?"

Captain Bincy shrugged.

"Perhaps many years from now, a new category of 'Mechanoids' will be added to the exotic species of the material world."

Jenkins didn't understand the logic behind that statement.

"I mean, when the number of these modified humans grows, and they develop their own history, culture, and customs, and establish their own settlements, the world will acknowledge the birth of a new supernatural race."

"Huh? Humans can create new exotic species?"

Jenkins exclaimed in shock. He had never considered such a thing.

"No, no, no. The birth of a race has nothing to do with how it comes into being. It only relates to the depth of its history and the level of its civilization. Whether it's through natural evolution, co-emergence with the world, or creation by an intelligent species, none of that affects the judgment of a new race."

"Is that even possible?"

Jenkins was suddenly struck by the madness of this world. He heard a whoosh of air from above, and then a heavy weight landed squarely on his shoulder. The young man scrambled to catch Chocolate, who had just leaped down from the roof, oblivious to the danger and seemingly finding it all very amusing.

"It's not without precedent."

Captain Bincy glanced at his watch. It seemed he was running late, and he prepared to take his leave of Jenkins.

"Humanity has created new races before, but that was all a very long time ago... Hippogriffs, Gem Slimes, Marionettes... You can find records of them in the Secret Trace Library. Go take a look. Papa Oliver might know a thing or two as well."

With that, he bid Jenkins farewell and jogged toward the rear gate of the church. It seemed Captain Bincy's squad was scheduled for patrol duty in the Evergreen Forest for the next few days.

Jenkins hurriedly tried to soothe the cat, who seemed to feel neglected, but Chocolate was actually pondering something much deeper. The human had mentioned a race that intrigued it greatly. Those interesting creatures were the most "impressive" things it had seen since awakening its intelligence.

Remembering the uniquely flavored, precious gems produced by the Gem Slimes, the cat couldn't help but swallow hard.

"No, it's not dinnertime yet. You can't have any more."

Jenkins had misunderstood the meaning of the gulp, a mistake that earned him the retribution of a sharp claw.

All day, Jenkins had been curious about how the circus situation was being handled, but by dinnertime, Miss Bevanna still hadn't returned. He grew a little worried and even brought it up while discussing the bloodline awakening potion with Mr. Smith.

"Don't worry. Bevanna took the information you provided very seriously. She took a lot of people with her."

"That's good. How many people did she take?"

"All the demigods from the Orthodox Churches in Nolan City went."

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