Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 869

"Try the door we came in through. See if you can open it."

After a few awkward seconds of silence, Magic Miss offered the suggestion in a low voice.

Jenkins nodded. He laboriously lifted his heavy legs and trudged to the door, which he pushed open with a gentle shove. Although the inside of the library looked pitch-black from the outside, from within, he could see the scenery beyond.

It was still a torrential downpour, with storm clouds that seemed to press down from the very sky. A howling wind burst through the doorway Jenkins had opened, forcing the man standing there to shiver involuntarily.

He turned to support the still-unconscious Silver Flute Miss, while Magic Miss managed to get to her feet on her own. But instead of heading for the door, she walked straight to a bookshelf and pulled down a volume titled "Runes of the Abyss."

"What are you doing?"

"Taking a souvenir. Care to grab one yourself, Candle Mr? It's not often you get an opportunity ."

As she spoke, the woman waved the book with its cool-toned, mottled cover at Jenkins. The markings weren't uniformly arranged but intertwined according to some inscrutable pattern. As she gestured with the book, Jenkins thought he could hear a faint call from the depths of an abyss. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ NoveI~Fire.net

Jenkins remained cautious.

"Of course I know this is a Mysterious Realm. But in my view, this rare knowledge is far more precious than my humble life. If I die for greedily prying into this knowledge, it would be my most glorious death."

"Are you a follower of the Sage?"

"No, I'm a follower of the God of Rituals."

The woman nodded decisively. Jenkins's mouth twitched, but he firmly refused to take a book. It wasn't worth the risk of being saddled with a curse, and none of the titles here interested him anyway.

Suddenly, his shoulder felt light. The puppet, Chocolate, had disobediently leaped off. Despite its wooden body, it was still remarkably agile. It landed first on the old man's wheelchair, then sprang from the handle to the top of the bookshelf.

Its small paws reached down, scratching insistently at the spine of one of the books.

"No! These books aren't ours, and you'll get cursed if you mess with other people's things!"

Jenkins warned, but to his surprise, Chocolate let out a pitiful "Meow." With a sigh, he gently set Silver Flute Miss down and jumped up to forcibly retrieve the defiant cat.

Only then did he see the book his cat was so fond of: "Lost Faiths—The Primordial World." Aside from the title, the spine was completely black, and the book itself was about as thick as a standard red brick.

"That book isn't ours. If you like tearing up books, how about I buy you some others when we get back?"

He reasoned with the disgruntled cat while lifting Silver Flute Miss once more. He and Magic Miss then walked side-by-side out of the library.

As they stepped out into the rain and looked back, the door of the dilapidated house had transformed into an exit, a gateway shimmering with endless white light. For Enchanters, it was the color of survival. The two who were still conscious couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Jenkins asked tentatively, not entirely sure if blowing up their host at the end still counted as being properly "entertained."

"Of course," the strange man replied nonchalantly. He was leaning against the wall of the ruined house, seemingly indifferent to their departure. He waved a few of the hands on his left side, gesturing that they were free to go at any time.

Jenkins glanced at Magic Miss's expression; she clearly had no desire to linger either. And so, after one last look at the dilapidated house, the two of them, supporting Silver Flute Miss, stepped through the gate of light, leaving the strange man standing alone in the rain.

It sighed and shook its head, stepping out from under the eaves. The rain washed over its body, which seemed to melt away, merging with the mud and water on the ground.

The rain soon stopped, leaving only the solitary, ruined house standing in the middle of the wasteland. The last of the rainwater on the uneven ground trickled into the gate of light, which had not yet vanished.

For Jenkins, this venture into a Mysterious Realm had been an accident. Although the experience within had confirmed for the first time that these realms were fragments of the world's master, he hadn't expected to level up. He wasn't a greedy person, so as the immense amount of spirit flooded his body, his first thought was of what Bestowal he might receive.

Upon returning to the material world, he immediately noticed the bracelet coiled around his wrist. To call it a bracelet wasn't quite accurate, for he had never seen one that was liquid and fluid.

Chocolate seemed fascinated by the object and started to climb down Jenkins's sleeve. But the man knew his cat's temperament all too well. He simply picked it up, placed it on his head, and put on his hat. He could hear Chocolate's muffled, unhappy cries, but its voice sounded perfectly healthy.

Back in the material world, the three of them returned to their human forms. The three items that had served as their proof of identity reverted to their original states, though Magic Miss's runic pendant had completely shattered.

Jenkins was surprised to find he had gained a new ability:

"Don't be surprised. I kept an exotic ability as well," Magic Miss said, seeming to read his thoughts.

Noticing the woman's pale complexion, Jenkins finally remembered to offer his help. He activated Life Source. This time, there was no strange vision of vines or other things bursting from his wrist; just a green aura seeping from his skin, though it seemed much richer than before.

The healing had an immediate effect. While it did nothing for mental trauma, her physical injuries were completely healed. As for waking Silver Flute Miss, Jenkins was truly at a loss. In the end, he had to leave her in Magic Miss's care.

He remembered the situation he was in, so after bidding the women farewell, he hurried out of the cave, summoned his unicorn, and flew into the evening sky.

His luck held; the journey through the Mysterious Realm hadn't taken too much time. When Jenkins flew from the north of Shire City to the valley in the south, the swarm of lost butterflies was still fluttering there.

He leaped down from the sky, picked up his cloak, and threw it back on. By the time Old Jack walked over from the other side of the canyon, Jenkins had already caught sixteen butterflies.

"Excellent. Looks like our luck is good this year."

Old Jack had no idea what Jenkins had just been through in the span of half an hour. The two chatted and laughed as they prepared for the return journey with the box full of butterflies. Meanwhile, Chocolate, who had been sulking over the book, had forgotten all about it and was now hatching plans for the butterflies.