Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 938

On the street shrouded in thick fog, the massive monster finally spotted the four of them, drawn by Jenkins's fire. But it moved slowly and was hit squarely by the jet of flames.

The foul, scorched smell that immediately assaulted them was so acrid it made Jenkins want to recoil. But the flames were effective. The monster shrieked in agony, trying to attack Jenkins but forced to first slap at the fire engulfing its body.

The stench affected the others as well. Celtic Knight, pinching her nose against the nauseating smell, stepped forward. She couldn't wait for the fire to burn the creature to death. She traced a strange symbol in the air with her right hand. Streaks of light formed a rune in the mist, which vibrated through space. A moment later, a knight's greatsword materialized and flew out, cleaving the burning monster in two.

The technique was strikingly similar to how Pomphey summoned his Skull Sword.

The instant the monster died, the sound of shattering glass echoed in their ears once more. The creature's corpse slowly melted away in the middle of the street, leaving only a pile of mirror shards behind.

Beyond that, there was an extremely faint whisper, a man's voice, seeming to come from nowhere yet appearing right beside their ears. It was a litany of complaints about physical shortcomings, grumbling about his wife, his secretary, and some illicit business operators. It was filled with crude terms Jenkins had never heard before.

But now he understood why the women said these monsters were reflections of humanity's dark side. The whispers after its death were proof enough—it was like hearing a private, inner monologue.

"Looks like we were lucky. This monster was quite weak. The human it corresponds to in the material world probably isn't too twisted."

This type of monster had never been documented, so it had no name, but the mirror shards it dropped upon death were quite valuable. Though their original master was repulsive, that didn't stop the four of them from dividing the spoils. According to the huntress, they were a versatile metallic component that could be used in a variety of rituals.

The night in the Mirror World was unusually deep and silent. After dispatching the monster, the group of four continued toward the horse farm on the outskirts of the city. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by nοvelfire.net

The women, who had arrived in this world before Jenkins, had never explored this far. According to them, even when they traveled only during the day and rested at midnight when visibility was poor, they still frequently encountered terrifying monsters and enemies on their expeditions.

But tonight's long trek felt exceptionally safe. They had been traveling for some time, and aside from that one weak mirror monster, the group had not encountered any other danger.

"Since the Mirror World and the material world are opposites," Jenkins speculated, "if daytime is safer in the material world, then nighttime might be safer in the Mirror World."

His theory was met with agreement from his companions. But if it were true, it would mean the "opposition" of the Mirror World wasn't just a physical reflection, but that certain concepts were also inverted from the real world.

After rounding the corner of the street, they were about to enter the city's periphery. The group came to a halt, not because another monster had appeared, but because they were stunned by the world of dense fog before them—a fog so thick you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

With the exception of Miss Capet, the others had all lived in Nolan for a long time. They had seen the city's worst air quality, during the period when the winter heating had just begun.

But the fog before them could no longer be described as mere pollution; it was a catastrophe. The saying 'couldn't see your hand in front of your face' was no exaggeration here. Even the light from their lamps failed to penetrate the haze.

To walk into it would mean getting completely lost. Jenkins, with his monocle, might fare slightly better, but if a fight broke out, the limited visibility would be a deadly threat.

"Can we go around it?" Miss Capet asked, but the other three immediately shook their heads. This dense fog clearly corresponded to the ring of mist surrounding Nolan in the material world, a mist that completely enveloped the city.

Unless they could travel underground or through the sky, there was no way to avoid such a dense fog. Miss Capet, being an outsider, didn't understand this, but the other three knew it all too well.

The idea that night was safer than day was temporarily accepted, pending new evidence. After a brief discussion, the four of them decided to risk entering the fog on the city's outskirts.

But the situation was even worse than they had imagined. Even when they hugged the walls of the buildings to keep their bearings, the fog seemed to make them lose their sense of direction without them even realizing it.

This was a terrifying prospect. Getting lost in a place didn't just mean losing one's companions; being trapped inside was the greatest danger of all.

Ultimately, they retreated from the fog, deciding to wait for the sun to rise in the hope that the mist—and its disorienting effect—would temporarily disappear.

As they were discussing their options, a bell tolled in the distance. It was the city's clock tower. Monday was ending, Tuesday beginning. The time in the Mirror World was synchronized with the real world.

Having once witnessed a similar scene in a place called "Silent Hill," Jenkins worried that the tolling of the bell would cause the world around them to be enveloped in blood-red, decaying matter.

But everything remained normal. The bell merely signaled the passing of time, not a transformation of the world.

"...This is a problem," the huntress said. "If this fog hasn't lifted by morning, our plan to reach the horse farm will be impossible."

She continued, her voice grim. Among the group, she was the highest level and the oldest, so for now, they followed her lead. "But I've heard some things... when the Orthodox Churches discovered the entrance to this Mirror World, its original masters were forced to flee into it, and their whereabouts have been unknown ever since..."

As she spoke, she glanced at Jenkins. Of the four, only he was from the local church and should have more detailed information.

"That's right," Jenkins confirmed. "Except for one young magician, they were all level-seven Enchanters. The Church still doesn't know their exact location in the Mirror World. And even if we found them, the chances of learning a way to escape from them are slim."

Jenkins didn't want to pour cold water on their hopes, but that was the reality of the situation.

The women sighed, and the group of four stood at the edge of the dense fog, no one speaking. Miss Capet slowly reached into her pocket, fumbled for a moment, and then pulled out a silver one-shilling coin, its metal clearly impure.