Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 864

Once their physical transformations were complete, Magic Miss explained their choices. The women had learned before entering the Mysterious Realm that possessing an item representing a specific species would be a great advantage for what lay ahead.

This week was more or less the final deadline for this Mysterious Realm’s existence, which was why Silver Flute Miss had been so desperate to scrape together the cash to buy the crown. As for Candle Mr, he had stumbled in here by mistake—if he was telling the truth—so the chances of him carrying such an item were slim.

“But you could give it a try,” Magic Miss suggested from the side. The downpour cascaded over her, but the runic energy instantly evaporated the moisture, shrouding the woman in a veil of white mist. Silver Flute Miss stood silently nearby, familiarizing herself with her new body. Though she retained a human form, she seemed to have even less control over it than the fully transformed Magic Miss.

“Enchanters are used to carrying all sorts of strange objects with them... If you really don’t have anything, I suggest choosing the frost giant. That race has the greatest strength.”

Jenkins had a feeling that if he took out the toy dagger he had acquired a couple of days ago, there was a fifty-fifty chance he’d be designated as the “Elf” race.

But he wouldn’t do that just yet. The God of Music believed this weapon could “save the world,” and until it served its purpose, Jenkins didn’t want anyone else to see it and create unnecessary complications. This update ıs available on novel✶fire.net

As for other strange objects...

He began pulling things from his pockets: blades of grass, a gemstone, a metal needle, a ball bearing, a wooden stick...

“This is the left leg from that self-destructing puppet in the blizzard manor’s basement!”

“Excellent! A string-pulling puppet!”

Before Jenkins could react, the bizarre figure in front of the dilapidated house shouted. A bolt of black lightning instantly descended from the sky, striking both Jenkins and the cat on his shoulder. When the scattered black electricity faded, Jenkins was still standing there, but he and the cat had been turned into puppets. Their appearance, height, and build were unchanged, but their joints now featured exposed wooden structures, and their bodies were more angular. As the rain struck them, it produced a dull, thrumming sound.

Jenkins raised his hand and looked at his right arm. A section of the wood was a different color from the rest of his body. It looked older and harder, and it possessed a greater strength—it was the part made from the remains of the self-destructing puppet.

Jenkins and Chocolate saw each other’s peculiar new forms, and the man and his cat broke into a silly laugh together.

Jenkins still hadn’t registered that Chocolate’s presence here was highly unusual. As for the cat, its transformation alongside Jenkins was just a spontaneous whim, a desire to try something new.

Of course, the black lightning brought more than just a physical change. Among the motes of light representing Jenkins’s abilities, five of them—including [Mechanical Light], [Contact with Death], [Cat's Grace], Flame’s Favor, and [The Player]—had turned gray and become unusable. In their place, five brand-new abilities appeared on the outermost ring of light: [Wooden Body], [The Puppeteer], [Strong Elemental Resistance], [Weak Photosynthesis], and [Mental Storm].

Jenkins guessed that these five abilities were temporary powers granted by his current state, and they would vanish once he left the Mysterious Realm.

“Now, please, come in. Time to entertain our first guest.”

The strange figure cackled and stepped aside, revealing a door that creaked open with a squeal so sharp that even the downpour couldn’t drown it out.

Beyond the door lay complete darkness. Standing in the rain, the three of them could see nothing.

Jenkins exchanged a look with his companions, then realized he couldn't even find Magic Miss's eyes within her runic body. He cleared his throat and took the first step forward. The women followed close behind.

The space beyond the door was inconsistent with the size of the house as seen from the outside, a fact Jenkins had already anticipated. What he hadn't anticipated, however, was the formless, tentacled monstrosity sitting inside the alcohol-scented tavern.

The standard name for this type of creature was an “Albax Aberration.” It was a species of completely unknown origin, possibly not even from this universe. This theory arose mainly because its life form was unlike any other known species; the Church of All Things and Nature had once declared that the Albax Aberration was not a part of “Nature.”

It resembled a mass of flowing water, somehow fixed to a chair. Its mere presence unconsciously warped both space and minds. This was an innate talent of these monsters, as if their very existence was the antithesis of the word “order.”

Fortunately, the Albax Aberrations had vanished entirely during the 15th Epoch. It was said that a certain great being had personally intervened, erasing these strange and dangerous things on a conceptual level.

Jenkins had only ever seen crude sketches of these things in books. Although the drawings looked nothing like the real thing, the moment a splitting headache and a wave of vertigo washed over him, he knew what he was facing.

It had been a long time since he had felt a mental assault of this magnitude. As he had grown progressively stronger, the power of his soul had become almost unrivaled in the material world.

He nearly collapsed the instant he stepped through the door. By the time he managed to steady himself and stand up straight, the two women behind him were already on the floor, convulsing.

“Dammit, I knew this Mysterious Realm wouldn’t be so simple!”

He cursed under his breath, then stumbled past the aberration toward the tavern bar. He randomly grabbed the nearest bottle, poured the liquid into a wooden mug with a handle, and placed it in front of the Albax Aberration.

“Please, have a drink,” the puppet Jenkins said.

At Jenkins’s words, the tentacled aberration’s body began to slowly flow and deform. A viscous, disgusting sound grew clearer, but the monster didn’t touch the mug. Instead, in the center of its body, it used its formless, viscous fluid and long, black-haired tentacles to construct an ordinary human face.

“Have you ever thought about going home?”

Jenkins froze, wondering if he’d heard it wrong. He shook his head sharply and took a step back, signaling that he had nothing to say.

“Stranger... We are both strangers. Haven’t you ever thought about going back...”