Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 934

Inside the tranquil antique shop, the cat remained alert, but Jenkins was still oblivious to what was about to unfold.

"It isn't often that the Mirror World absorbs physical matter. Even when witnessed, it's almost always dismissed as a hallucination, so the Church rarely receives reports on the matter. Only a handful of Mirror World entrances have ever been fully documented, and an exploration of the realm itself has never been attempted... Of course, it's also possible that I just don't know about it."

His thoughts continued to dwell on the Mirror World.

Chocolate's eyes fixed on the floor-length mirror facing the counter. The last time Jenkins had brought it to the antique shop, the mirror hadn't been there, which meant it must be a recent acquisition.

"In truth, entrances to the Mirror World aren't limited to mirrors. Any object that can create a reflection—a water's surface, a polished floor—will do. Which makes me wonder... could human eyes work as well?"

Lost in thought, he prepared to retrieve the contents of the file bag. The Church’s confidential pouches were typically enchanted with a ritual; if opened by anyone unauthorized, the documents inside would incinerate, leaving an indelible mark on the culprit. That was why Jenkins had Chocolate move back a little before opening it.

A sudden, menacing hiss from the cat snapped Jenkins out of his thoughts. He looked up and finally realized something was terribly wrong with the mirror before him.

It wasn't reflecting the counter, the man, or the cat standing before it. Instead, a swirling black vortex churned within its depths.

The next second, both man and cat were lifted uncontrollably into the air, yanked directly into the mirror. The instant they passed through, the glass exploded into a fine powder. The very space around where the mirror had stood fractured into a dense web of cracks, the fissures obliterating half a nearby shelf of antiques.

The cacophony of shattering glass drew Papa Oliver. He rushed in from the back courtyard, gun in hand, but by the time he arrived, the spatial fractures had already vanished. Shards of mirror were strewn everywhere, mingled with the pulverized remains of antiques from the shelf.

An eerie silence now filled the room, as if the preceding noise had been nothing but a hallucination.

"Jenkins? Chocolate?"

Papa Oliver called out tentatively, his eyes scanning the empty shop. But neither man nor cat gave him any reply.

His gaze swept the room again, and he finally spotted one of Jenkins's shoes among the mirror's wreckage. The black leather shoe lay silently amidst the pile of shimmering fragments.

Papa Oliver clutched his forehead and groaned in despair.

(Chocolate was now obediently moon-gazing...)

His body trembled in the violent airstream, with nothing around him to hold onto. Jenkins still hadn't processed what was happening; all he could do was clutch the file bag in one hand and his cat in the other.

The sharp sound of shattering glass filled his ears, and he could finally see that he was flying through a cascade of mirrors.

But in the next instant, all the mirrors shattered at once. Amid the deafening crash, Jenkins blacked out.

When he regained consciousness, the first thing he felt was a cat’s tail brushing against his cheek. He opened his eyes to an unsurprisingly unfamiliar scene. Though Papa Oliver wasn't there to provide his usual commentary, at least Chocolate hadn't gone missing.

He found himself lying in a fog-shrouded alley. The graffiti scrawled on the walls was in the kingdom's common tongue, and the architecture all around bore the distinct characteristics of Nolan. Googlᴇ search novel·fıre·net

He lifted the cat onto his shoulder, and Chocolate, delighted, nuzzled his cheek in a show of affection.

The Mirror World’s history was far older than Chocolate's, and in truth, the cat had never been here before. Still, the place seemed fascinating, and it had already caught several familiar scents on the air.

"This place is... the Mirror World?"

After a moment of bewilderment, Jenkins guessed the truth. He noticed the writing on the wall was reversed, a perfect mirror image. Reaching out, he touched the surface; it felt no different from any wall in the real world.

"Dammit... Great Sage, I haven't done anything. Why has this misfortune suddenly befallen me?"

It was a question no one was likely to answer.

Wallowing in self-pity was pointless. After a moment of frustration, Jenkins decided to find a place to rest, read through the documents in the file bag he was still holding, and then figure out his next move.

Stepping out of the alley, he found the streetscape strikingly familiar, albeit perfectly mirrored. A dense fog enveloped the entire city. Jenkins first thought it was merely reflecting the fog of the real world, but when he put on his monocle, it only dissipated slightly. It was then he realized the truth: the Mirror World was shrouded in its own supernatural mist, one of unknown origin that even his enchanted eyewear could not fully pierce.

This was clearly a mirrored version of Nolan City, but devoid of any life. The silence within the fog was unnerving. Peering through the dense haze, he saw shops with their doors wide open but utterly empty. Apart from the reversal and the emptiness, it was identical to the real world.

The sun overhead offered only a weak light and warmth, but it still tracked across the sky as time passed—only here, its path ran from west to east.

He first found a haberdashery and got a new pair of shoes to replace his lost one. His plan was to then pick any empty shop to rest in, sort out his thoughts, and decide what to do next. But just then, heavy footsteps echoed through the silent fog, and a dark silhouette rounded the corner.

Jenkins froze for a second before reacting. Clutching his cat, he deftly scaled a drainpipe and vaulted onto the second-floor balcony of an adjacent building. The balcony was partially enclosed by a stone parapet, high enough to hide behind if one lay flat. To his astonishment, someone was already there, prone on the floor—a woman.

"Don't make a sound!"

The woman only mouthed the words, and Jenkins barely managed to read her lips. With a silent understanding, they both lay perfectly still. The balcony’s parapet blocked Jenkins’s view of the street, but judging by the sound of the approaching footsteps, whatever was walking down there weighed at least three times as much as he did.

Lying beside Jenkins was a young, blonde woman. But unlike Briny's radiant gold, her hair was a more subdued, muted shade, closer in tone to Jenkins's own. She was beautiful, possessing a natural grace, and wore a simple black robe adorned only with silver-thread embroidery on the chest. It was the holy symbol of the Righteous God, the Spirit of All Things. Judging by the aura of her abilities, Jenkins deduced she was a cleric from the Church of All Things and Nature.