Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 960

Now that he knew just how important the stone sealed in the ring was, Jenkins decided that carelessly leaving it in a shoebox in the basement was too risky. But after mulling it over, carrying it with him seemed even more dangerous. In the end, he could only thread it onto a string and temporarily hang it around his neck.

Chocolate seemed quite interested in the ring as well, but Jenkins worried the cat might accidentally swallow the small object. So, no matter how much the feline wheedled, he refused to let it touch the ring.

Once he had dealt with the ring, Jenkins remembered the Doomsday Document was still sitting in the hall. It was indeed the very slate he had been thinking about, its surface clearly engraved with a dark, poetic verse:

[The voice of destiny echoes through the annals of history,]

[Who is it that plays the symphony of destruction;]

[The one in black robes holds paper and pen,]

[The daughter of lies pulls the strings of the dead,]

[The sacred one performs the sacred dance,]

[The candle-bearer sits silently below the stage.]

[What is to come will come,]

[What is to go will go;]

[Those who crave destiny shall not obtain it,]

[Those who defy destiny shall die with regret.]

[A god walks among mortals,]

[A man overlooks the mortal world.]

[The gods await the final act,]

[The world's calamity has long been waiting.]

After reading the short poem, Jenkins immediately shot a wary glance around his surroundings. He was in his own home, yet he had the distinct, unnerving feeling of being watched.

The first half of the text on the Doomsday Document was practically a summary of everything he had done recently. Others might not grasp the cryptic meanings, but Jenkins knew it was describing the formation of his Destiny's Stage.

But no one was spying on him; it was merely the text manifested upon the Doomsday Slate.

He didn't hesitate for a moment. He had no intention of keeping such a conspicuous object at home, nor did he plan to investigate its purpose. Since both Miss Audrey and Papa Oliver had said it was related to the end of the epoch, it was best to let the Church handle its appraisal and investigation.

Under the cover of darkness, he left home and circled above Nolan on his unicorn before finally dropping the slate near the mouth of the Westminster River.

The slate splashed into the water, sending up a spray, but it wasn't carried away by the current. Instead, it settled quietly on the riverbed.

Jenkins had his mount hover over the water's surface. Waiting for a ship to pass in the distance, he deliberately used his Twin Demons ability to bombard the riverbank, then cast Mechanical Light upon the vessel.

He carefully controlled the intensity of the Mechanical Light, ensuring the ship was damaged just enough to be disabled while giving those aboard a chance to escape. Then, riding the unicorn, he soared into the sky, leaving the ordinary folk below with nothing more than a fleeting glimpse of his departing silhouette.

That would be enough. Even if none of the ship's crew reported what they saw, the blasted riverbank and the lingering demonic flames would surely attract the Church's attention. A deeper investigation would inevitably lead them to discover the object underwater—and the location had absolutely no connection to Jenkins Williams. Follow current novels on novel⦿fire.net

When he woke on Wednesday morning, the weather was dreadfully overcast. Suspecting it might rain, Jenkins grabbed an umbrella after breakfast and headed out.

He first made his way to the church to speak with Miss Bevanna about the incident in the Mirror Realm. Jenkins still needed to write a detailed report, but the Church had already received a general account of the events from the other survivors.

Fortunately, all four of them—including the huntress, Miss Warfield, along with Miss Knight and Miss Capet—had managed to escape the Mirror Realm. Although the first two hadn't been with Jenkins at the very end, they had reported the events to the Orthodox Church upon their return to the real world.

As the last of the four to arrive in the Mirror Realm, much of the information Jenkins possessed overlapped with that of the other three, so he wasn't required to give an exhaustive report.

However, after Miss Capet lost consciousness, Jenkins was the only person who had witnessed the monster summoned from the depths of the Mirror Realm. He needed to report this incident in detail, as it would influence the Church's final decision on how to handle the realm.

Of course, Jenkins intended to exaggerate the danger as much as possible. He had come to understand that the Mirror Realm was no place for mortals to explore; far more terrifying creatures than the Beast of Corrupted Chaos lurked in its depths. Making the Church aware of the dangers and convincing them to abandon any exploration would be beneficial for everyone.

His conversation with Miss Bevanna continued until ten o'clock. With the matter of the Skull Sword temporarily concluded, she was finally able to enjoy a period of relative calm. Jenkins's own quiet days, however, were over. The return to peaceful, everyday life meant it was time for him to get back to work at Pops Antique Shop.

Pushing open the door to the antique shop, he was surprised to find a customer inside. He gave a subtle nod to Papa Oliver, who was attending to the client, then placed his cat on a soft cushion at the end of the counter before approaching the elderly gentleman browsing the antiques to strike up a conversation.

Judging by his attire, one could easily call him an old gentleman. His hat and coat were exceptionally fine, and the walking stick in his hand was topped with what appeared to be a gilt metal ornament.

He was looking to purchase a collection of decorative antique vases and oil paintings for an art exhibition—a rather significant business opportunity.

"Could this be for the art exhibition this weekend? That's quite an event."

Grant, the old painter Jenkins had collaborated with before, had invited him to that very exhibition. It was originally scheduled for last month, but a series of major incidents in the city had forced its postponement to this coming weekend.

"Yes, have you heard of it?"

The customer didn't recognize him.

"Yes, I saw the news in the paper. It certainly sounds wonderful."

Jenkins praised it enthusiastically, hoping to win the customer's favor.

The elderly man didn't look like one of the workers responsible for decorating the venue, which meant he was likely the exhibition's sponsor or organizer. Jenkins wasn't actually that invested in the weekend's art show, so he couldn't immediately place who the man might be.

Still, if they could close this deal, it would undoubtedly be the biggest sale Pops Antique Shop had made all year, and Jenkins was treating it with the utmost importance.

It was already the third month of the year, the Month of Earth and Blossoms, yet Pops Antique Shop had hardly been open for business since the year began. Now, however, most of the recent chaos had subsided. After dealing with the child of an evil god, a Cursed Item, a sealed malevolent object, and a dangerous Enchanter, Jenkins and Papa Oliver could finally look forward to a period of peace.

The customer introduced himself as "Baron Tarak." He haggled with Jenkins for a good while before finally signing a sizable purchase agreement with the antique shop just before noon.

He was quite generous, paying thirty percent of the total cost upfront as a deposit. He requested to inspect the merchandise the next day, Thursday, and have the antiques delivered to the exhibition venue on Friday.