Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 953

The light of that sword strike was followed by a terrifying roar and a sweeping tsunami. But the god in the sky merely lifted his wrist, and the massive wave recoiled, retreating back into the ocean.

The divine power was steadily evaporating as Jenkins slowly descended from the sky, landing back on the ruined docks. Behind the dense ocean fog, the dark figure struggled, churning the seawater. Golden chains and runes shimmered across its body, and the god's sword strike made its suffering unbearable.

Ultimately, the monster could only be dragged back into the depths of the mirror world to slumber peacefully and recover from its wounds. Perhaps after several epochs, it might awaken again by accident and attempt to enter the real world, but for now, that had nothing to do with Jenkins.

"This sword... It can actually withstand the full force of divine power..."

He looked down at the sword in his hand, which overflowed with golden and white light. Not all weapons could bear the strain of divine power, and any weapon that could was worthy of being called a "divine artifact."

This "divine artifact" wasn't like the powerful mortal weapons from cheap knight novels. True divine artifacts were weapons wielded by the great ones in religious legends, like the book held by the statue in the Sage's Church, or the trident gripped by the statue in the Ocean Temple.

"One day, when I truly achieve immortality and become a god, perhaps my statue will also hold this sword."

The divine power was nearly depleted after that earth-shattering strike. He waved his hand to dispel the dark clouds, then beckoned with his right. A jet-black stone flew out from the ocean. It was something that had fallen from the monster's wound after the sword had sliced through its skin.

A black aura revealed it to be a Cursed Item. Jenkins didn't dare catch it, instead letting it float above his right palm. He used his remaining divine power to form a box around it, sealing it away.

The god sighed and touched the box with his hand. It spun in the air, shrinking and changing shape, finally becoming a brass-colored ring. Jenkins was growing more familiar with divinity. In this instance alone, he had used abilities like [Nature Manipulation] and [Material Transmutation]. These were fundamental divine abilities; Jenkins still had much to learn.

Turning, he waved his hand, and a light brimming with life enveloped the drenched woman and the cat. The god banished the dark clouds, but when the first ray of sunlight struck the docks, the one who stood up was merely a mortal man.

"Ugh, my head hurts..."

He complained under his breath, pulling out his pocket watch—which had miraculously survived the water—and glanced at it. He then used psychography to conjure a mirror, loudly woke the woman, telling her to prepare for the challenge, and then, with the slowly awakening cat, he stepped into the shattered mirror.

The insurance salesman probably hadn't been lying. The moment his feet touched the ground, Jenkins noticed something unusual about this mirror world. He could "feel" that this place was closer to the real world. This sensation might have been a hint from his well-developed intuition, or perhaps a lingering effect of his divine state.

By sheer coincidence, he had landed on St. George Street, a place Jenkins knew very well. The mirror image standing opposite him was Mr. Goodman, formally dressed and holding a swaddled baby. He looked almost identical to a normal human, and aside from the slightly comical sight of him holding an infant, there was nothing unusual about his appearance.

"Let me guess. When I walk over there, the monster in that bundle will leap out and try to bite my head off."

Jenkins muttered inwardly, and with a wave of his hand, ignited Mr. Goodman's clothes with an inexhaustible flame. But the man didn't dodge. He simply smiled at Jenkins, even waving goodbye.

The fire quickly reduced the middle-aged man to shards of mirror glass. He offered no resistance whatsoever.

Jenkins didn't know what to say. He could only hurry forward, bend down, and pick up a shard of the mirror. What had just happened indicated that Mr. Goodman's mental state was perfectly normal, and that he was consistently in a good mood.

He might have had his share of troubles in life, but those minor things didn't seem to affect him.

"He's an optimistic person, a decent and good neighbor. I knew it. Not everyone around me is some psychologically twisted, abnormal person hiding a huge secret."

Jenkins concluded in his mind, then turned his head to see Chocolate perched on the roof of his house, looking drowsy.

Seeing Jenkins look its way, the cat immediately let out a pleased cry. It then leaped from the roof to a tree in the yard that was just sprouting green buds, then jumped to the ground, slipped through a gap in the fence, and was finally scooped up by the man, who had crouched down to receive it.

Chocolate's jumping ability was truly impressive. The tree in Jenkins's yard was a considerable distance from the house; the cat had practically glided through the air like a bat.

This mirror world was indeed Mirror #14. Shortly after leaving St. George Street, Jenkins encountered an exploration team from the Orthodox Church.

But they weren't Scribes from the Church of Knowledge and Books; they were Night Watchers from the Church of the Unlit Moon. Because they didn't know Jenkins was missing, he and Chocolate were mistaken for mirror world reflections, and a fight nearly broke out.

Fortunately, Jenkins acted rationally enough and even showed them a file folder he was carrying, which wasn't reversed like a mirror image. This dispelled their suspicions, and he accompanied the Night Watchers to the mirror world's exit.

Although the entrance in the real world was at a horse farm on the outskirts of Nolan, its counterpart in the mirror world was a small apartment in the southwest of the city.

As soon as he stepped through the portal, which overflowed with black light, Jenkins was immediately embraced by the woman. He awkwardly tried to push Miss Capet away but found it difficult to do so without hurting either her or himself.

"As long as you're all right. The Scribes from the Church of Knowledge and Books were just about to set out."

The entrance to the mirror world couldn't be moved, so the Church had constructed a building around it for concealment. The room was scattered with all sorts of strange ritual implements. Miss Bevanna stood by the door and winked at him.

"Papa Oliver is about to go mad with worry."

Miss Bevanna prompted, and at the sound of her voice, Miss Capet immediately let go of Jenkins.

"I'm sure your adventure was quite thrilling. Tell us about it tomorrow."

The woman pointed to her own face, gesturing for Jenkins to look in a mirror and wipe the blood and grime from his. The rıghtful source is novel•fire.net

"I think you need to rest now. A carriage is ready outside; Papa Oliver is waiting for you in it. Welcome back, Jenkins. I imagine you have quite a story to tell."