The Master of the Strange Realm

"By the way, I've also heard of the Lord of Flowers!"

After thinking for a long time, Jenkins remembered this one.

Before he finished speaking, the conductor actually spoke up.

"Sorry, distinguished guest, are you a believer of the great ninth master - [Lord of Flowers]?"

The face that had been calm from the beginning actually showed a deliberate expression to please, and even the straight body that was originally standing was slightly bent a few degrees.

"that."

Jenkins touched his face and replied sheepishly: "I have only heard of this one."

The conductor immediately stood up straight and his face regained its calm expression.

"Who is the Lord of Flowers?"

the woman asked in confusion.

"I don't know either. I heard it from a strange creature."

Disappointment once again took over the woman's face.

The train kept moving, although the living people on the car felt like they were not moving at all. Jenkins and the still-unnamed woman tried many more keywords, but none of them made the conductor speak again.

"never mind."

The woman grabbed the red wide-brimmed hat and stood up, sighing, "I still have the ability to predict fortune, but it may not be accurate. Do you want to try your luck?"

"I don't think I have any better ideas right now."

Jenkins responded.

The woman stood up, touched her waist, and then extended her right hand to Jenkins.

"Lend me a coin."

"Don't you take money with you when you go out?"

Jenkins reached for a wallet from the body on the ground and threw it away.

"Why do you need to bring money when you go out?"

She asked funnyly, first taking out a copper penny, throwing it aside in disgust, and then taking out a gold pound.

"Look at me!"

As she spoke, she clenched her right fist, clasped her thumb on the knuckle of her index finger, and placed the coin flat on her fingernail.

The yellow light of ability lit up, the woman muttered something in a low voice, and then threw the gold pound into the air.

Bang~

The gold coins exploded in the air instantly. Jenkins stayed away and hid almost uninjured, and the woman seemed fine too.

She stepped on the ground vigorously with her feet, making a clicking sound, and said to Jenkins: "I'm unlucky, I didn't get caught... last time, this time I encountered this kind of thing while traveling far away. I give up, wish you good luck, I’m leaving first.”

"You want to try your luck at the next stop?"

"No."

The woman shook her head slightly, fumbled in her hat for a moment, and took out a small piece of paper.

"A-11-5-2071, Mr. Prankster's toy ticket. I hope that this space transfer will not encounter strange things, hope that the landing point will not be in a strange place, and hope that it will not attract the attention of Mr. Prankster."

She smiled apologetically at Jenkins, pulled the piece of paper in her hand, and disappeared directly into the carriage.

"Clam?"

Jenkins spread his hands, unable to believe that he was the only one unlucky in the end. The train has arrived at the station 7 times. Jenkins doesn't know how far it is from the terminal, but he certainly doesn't dare to waste time here.

"guest."

"Um?"

The moment the woman disappeared, the conductor actually spoke on his own initiative.

"Are you talking to me?"

He pointed to himself in confusion, why must there be only one living person left before a way out can appear?

"For the sake of knowing the great Ninth Master, I can give you a reminder."

"What?"

"You can try to bribe me. I accept soul gold, blood coins, gluttony brands, bone cores, blasphemous seeds, filth runes, lust/lust gems and many other currencies, of course. I usually call them sin coins."

"But I don't have either."

"No, you have."

After speaking, he pointed to the two corpses on the ground.

Jenkins was stunned, and hurriedly knelt down to search, but only found a white round coin on the man's body. One side of the coin was printed with a ferocious skull, and the other side was two intertwined white bones.

"These are not enough. But..."

The calm voice added a bit of cunning, "But this bone core is enough to bribe me and let me give you the method of withdrawing a certain currency."

Jenkins felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, as if he had fallen into a trap.

“Where do I go to withdraw currency?”

"From intelligent creatures, the efficiency of extracting dead people will be lower. Guest, a warm reminder, the maximum number of blood coins that can be extracted from these two corpses is one percent. But it is still not enough. Maybe you You can think about yourself.”

"Did you say this on purpose after those two people left? What did you see in me?"

Jenkins narrowed his eyes.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

The train arrived at the station again, and the door opened, revealing endless white light, and closed again a few minutes later.

"What can I extract from my body? What will I lose after extraction?"

"Soul gold extracts souls, blood coins permanently consume blood capacity, bone core is the essence of extraordinary bones, gluttony brand is the embodiment of the sin of gluttony, blasphemy seeds come from the sin of blasphemy, filth runes..."

He introduced 17 different currencies sporadically, a small number of which can cause permanent damage to the human body; most of them, such as gluttony brand, desecration seeds, etc., only correspond to certain characteristics of the creature itself, but for a long time It can be drawn only once and can only be provided by the living.

"Which currency has the most money on me?"

"Sorry, guest, I can only judge the value of the dead. The living are protected by spirits. But your soul seems to be particularly special."

Jenkins ignored the malicious reply.

"Oh, it turns out you are interested in my soul. How much currency do you need to help me return to my own world?"

PS: This chapter contains a lot of information and can be regarded as the chapter that has the most to do with the main plot since the beginning of the book.

Chapter 122 Chapter 118 The Master of the Strange Realm

"3 coins. So I suggest you choose to learn how to extract soul gold. Your soul is definitely enough to make three gold coins!"

"good."

He nodded, closed his eyes, and prayed to the sage as usual before making important decisions: "May the sage bless me and your light illuminate my path forward."

After drawing the holy symbol, he threw out the white coin in his hand: "I want to learn how to make blasphemous seeds."

"Are you serious? Don't think that simple blasphemy is enough to extract blasphemous knowledge. It's not that simple."

"It's been decided, don't waste time, the train is almost at the next stop."

"As you wish, distinguished guest."

The conductor reached out and pointed, and black light penetrated Jenkins' head. But he didn't feel anything strange, he only saw a black light spot in front of his eyes.

[Profane Production (Black Sacred)]

"sacred?"

Jenkins laughed dryly, what could be more ironic than this? He had guessed that there would be black power, but he never thought that it was "holy".

He sat down, holding the armrest of the seat tightly with one hand, and then focused on his newly acquired abilities.

In perception, the only person in this area who can be the target of action is myself.

Of course, corpses cannot be desecrated, but that conductor... was definitely not a normal thing.

The moment the ability works on oneself, the knowledge of the past life surges violently in the mind, atheism, evolution... Not only these, but also a very small part of the basic education starting from elementary school, to the three ideological and political subjects of the university. Spirit, from the Hollywood Gods War, to the educational movies watched alone late at night, from the wanton distortion of myths in the game, to the heroic feeling that my fate is up to me when looking up at the stars...

Jenkins was surprised to find that too much of what he had learned before traveling could be considered "blasphemous."

But he was only surprised for a second before he was surrounded by endless pain.

Green vines emerged from the void, taking root in Jenkins' temples one on the left and one on the right, absorbing something.

When Einstein's theory of relativity appeared, Jenkins felt in a daze that he had experienced the slow relativity of time. This was pain that he had never experienced before. The pain gushed out from the deepest part of his soul. He only shivered for less than a second before falling to the ground.

The last bit of dignity made him bite his lip without screaming. This was the longest ten seconds that a human being has ever experienced in two lifetimes.

When the vine absorbed enough blasphemy and turned into three green coins and fell to the ground, Jenkins summoned up the energy to cancel the ability.

A feeling of emptiness came over me, followed by an extremely spiritual feeling. Hearing sacred music in a trance, and a beautiful figure emerged from the clouds, Jenkins felt himself being purified.

It's clearly called a Blasphemy Seed, but it's still in the shape of a coin, and the size is exactly the same as the Bone Core just now.

The extreme pain still burned the nerves, and the emptiness and holiness of the soul aggravated the idea of ​​abandoning reality.

"Here you go, let me go!"

He said through gritted teeth.

The conductor waved, his face still calm, and the green coin automatically flew into his hand.

"Very good, high-quality blasphemy. Only one person can mint such currency. Guest, I am curious what exactly you do?"

"I'm also curious whether you, the master of the realm, talk too much compared to what I've encountered in the past."

"Oh, guest, don't call me the master. The masters of the treacherous realm can only be those..."

He closed his eyes and stopped talking. But at this moment, when the conductor appeared, the door of the carriage he was using opened behind him. There was no longer darkness behind the door, but white light.

"If I give you a few more coins like this, can you tell me the relationship between the Overlord and these station worlds?"

"Guest, I'm just a conductor."

Jenkins took a breath, got up from the ground, and walked quickly towards the exit. But just as he reached the conductor, he turned around and walked back, bending down to pick up the thin sword used by the murdered man. The red aura on it was very strong.

Without asking any more questions or observing the conductor, Jenkins plunged into the white light.

Throwing one white, three green and four coins into his mouth, he chewed them carefully, with a look of about to cry on his calm face.

"God, you are so unfair. Why, why can he pass through here, why is his soul so powerful, why is there a bone core on the dead man, why do I have to abide by the rules of the treacherous realm, why, why, I Can’t leave here and enter that world!”

He kept mumbling, and his calm face finally showed a human expression.

This Lord of Deception seems to be very different from what Jenkins has encountered before.

At the same time, the darkness outside the car window erodes in, and everything is being assimilated.

"Why, why? I don't want to die~"

Until it completely turned into darkness, he still cried and said these words.

The pencil in his hand fell to the ground, and the darkness was very considerate and left the last path.

Gurgle gurgle~

The pencil rolled into the white light.

"Why haven't you upgraded yet?"

This was Jenkins' first thought after he came to his senses. He sat on the rails and looked back to see the extremely miserable train accident scene.

"Meow~"

A shrill cry came from a distance, and then a black shadow suddenly rushed out and knocked Jenkins down.

Of course it was Chocolate.

Only a very small number of mortals with the potential of being a gifter can enter the strange world, and whether animals can, Jenkins has never heard of a precedent. Although throwing a kitten out of the window of a running steam train is also a very dangerous thing, the probability of survival is always higher than entering the strange world, right?

Fortunately, although Chocolate's fur was covered with mud, his limbs were still healthy, and there were only a few scratches on the surface of his body.