Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 981

The so-called notepad was, in reality, a stack of identically sized sheets of paper held together by a weak adhesive. When a page was needed, you could simply tear it off to get a note.

Mr. Hood's notepad was already quite thin; a quick glance suggested no more than twenty pages remained.

The living room of this house was much smaller than Jenkins's, but that allowed the gaslight to illuminate every corner more effectively. The others, besides Mr. Hood, didn't know what the notepad was, but they all sensed it was something extraordinary.

"This is a peculiar item I obtained during an adventure in a Mysterious Realm years ago," Mr. Hood began. "It has helped me a great deal over the years. Since it came directly from a Mysterious Realm, the Church naturally has no record of it. It took me all this time to barely scratch the surface of what it can do."

With that, he tore off the topmost note and pressed it against Pomphey's head.

"Place any sheet from this notepad on the head of a deceased creature, and you will randomly obtain one piece of knowledge they possessed in life. Of course, the head must be at least two-thirds intact, with the brain tissue complete. The knowledge acquired is entirely random, purely a matter of luck, and has nothing to do with how well the former owner had mastered it."

This was, Jenkins thought, the perfect Series B Extraordinary item for murderers and freeloaders. The thinness of the notepad suggested that Mr. Hood must have used it many times over the years. It made one wonder just how many people he might have killed for the sake of "knowledge."

"Each head can be used multiple times, but you're more likely to get useless trivia like 'how to breathe more evenly,' 'how to bake delicious bread,' or 'fashion tips for middle-aged men.' Based on my own experiments, the probability of obtaining useful knowledge is less than one in twenty. Of course, that also depends on how much was in this head to begin with."

Having finished his explanation, he looked in turn at Jenkins, Silver Flute Miss, and Magic Miss.

It was a reasonable request, and no one present would refuse. Hathaway was the only one excluded from this activity, as she hadn't been in Nolan that day and had not participated in the rescue.

Silver Flute Miss was the first to extend her hand. She tore off a note, made a sound of disgust, and pressed the paper against the head. After a few seconds, Mr. Hood indicated that it was done, and she snatched her hand back. She glanced at it first, then let out a disgruntled "Tsk!" Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by noveⅼfire.net

With that, she passed the note to Magic Miss without a second thought.

"Oh, now this is interesting."

Each of them took turns examining the tiny, cramped text on the paper, which was a true test of their eyesight. It detailed how to acquire suitable ritual materials from a cemetery—entirely useless to the group.

Next was Magic Miss. She also seemed reluctant to touch the head, but she followed the instructions and reached out. After reading the contents, she hesitated for a moment, then tore the paper in half before handing it to the person next to her.

Although the note was torn, they could still make out that it described a unique method for reanimating skeletons. What was peculiar about this method was that it didn't use bones, but rather plaster and bone powder as substitutes to directly summon the undead. While the summoned creatures were incredibly fragile, the fact that it didn't require actual bones was truly astonishing.

It was impossible to know if Pomphey had developed this himself or if it was knowledge provided by the Skull Sword.

Then it was Jenkins's turn. He stroked Chocolate twice, hoping the cat would bring him good luck. Perhaps it was his Destiny's Stage ability, or perhaps his actions had truly earned the favor of a hidden power, but the moment the note touched the head, he knew he had acquired something far from ordinary.

The paper began to melt, and it was dissolving at an incredible speed. Despite feeling no heat, Jenkins quickly pulled his hand away.

As his hand returned to his side, a soft clink echoed in the room. A red sphere had appeared amidst the ashes of the note. It was the size of a marble, filled with a swirling red gas. For a fleeting moment, Pomphey's roaring face seemed to flash across its surface.

Chocolate let out a righteous hiss, attempting to leap forward and vanquish the sphere for Jenkins. But Jenkins, believing the situation wasn't dire enough to warrant his precious cat's intervention, pulled him back onto his lap.

"Oh, this is... remarkably lucky! I've only ever encountered this once before... Mr. Candle, you've directly obtained one of Pomphey's abilities."

Mr. Hood's tone was a mix of surprise and regret. He gestured for Jenkins to pick up the sphere and continued to explain.

"'Abilities' are also considered knowledge. To directly acquire an Enchanter's ability is exceptionally rare, truly... very rare. Simply perceive the inside of the sphere with your spirit, and you will gain the ability it represents. However, the process is somewhat dangerous, as it contains some of the deceased's resentment. Before you use it, it's best to prepare some rituals for purifying resentment and maintaining inner peace, or similar charms, to avoid being influenced. Of course, I've yet to find a method for discovering the nature of the ability before using one of these spheres..."

"Mr. Candle, would you be interested in selling it?"

Mr. White Cat asked directly, not even waiting for Mr. Hood to finish.

"No, I have no plans to do so at the moment."

Jenkins shook his head. Even though he didn't have a single empty ability slot left, he had no intention of parting with such an interesting item.

Last was Mr. White Cat. Spurred on by Jenkins's good fortune, he was now extremely interested in the notepad. Before using it, he even performed a bizarre blessing ritual that no one else understood. In the end, however, destiny did not smile upon him.

"Oh, formal wear maintenance and cleaning... Was this man's real identity a dry cleaner?"

Mr. White Cat passed the paper to Silver Flute Miss, his tone dripping with an indescribable sense of disappointment.

After all four had taken their turn, Magic Miss asked Mr. Hood with great interest if he had managed to obtain any useful knowledge from Pomphey. Mr. Hood didn't hide anything and generously told them:

"Nothing particularly interesting, just some methods for sensing energy to avoid danger. But Pomphey himself hadn't mastered this knowledge, so it's filled with incomprehensible whispers and insane ramblings."