The Master of the Strange Realm

He spoke the number of the creature in front of him in an extremely low voice. Since the incident of the little flower seller, he had read a lot of information about this strange creature that could be encountered at any time.

A-11-02-3219, the treasure spirit, is also known by some as the "life-devouring forest spirit".

A weird thing is not necessarily an object, but may also be a piece of information, a population or even a phenomenon.

A-11-02-3219 is a hallucination phenomenon that only appears in the forest. These creatures that look like elves are actually not elves at all. They don't even exist, they are just phantoms. These apparitions usually only appear in wooded areas, tempting travelers to follow them in search of treasure. The so-called phenomenon refers to forest travelers being seduced by hallucinations and then disappearing.

And treasures do exist, and these phantoms are called treasure elves because they only appear in places with treasures.

The weird thing about the treasure spirit is that it only targets the creature it chooses. In other words, even if there are a thousand people here now, only Jenkins can see it, not even the chocolate that accidentally woke him up.

When the victim is seduced, the treasure spirit will guide the traveler deep into the forest. When the two finally find the treasure, the traveler will be swallowed by the forest.

The "swallowing" here refers to the real swallowing. Jenkins only saw these things in the data, and there is no specific detailed description.

The danger level of this monster is two, which is the same as A-01-2-0198, [Little Girl Selling Flowers]. Although the same level does not mean the same degree of danger, this kind of thing cannot be turned around and left after rejecting the treasure.

As long as you encounter this supernatural phenomenon called the treasure spirit, no matter which direction you go, you will eventually reach the treasure guided by the treasure spirit. This is inevitable. In other words, it is similar to A-01-2-0198. If you encounter it, you are basically dead... Unless your level is above level 8, it is possible to avoid the confusing illusion of spatial direction.

Jenkins was looking at the basic information provided by his father, so he didn't know if there were any cases of people surviving after encountering A-11-02-3219. Although he was lucky enough to survive with A-01-2-0198, the Hermit of Destiny cannot always favor one person.

"chocolate."

He stood there, feeling that the hand holding the gun was slippery, which was due to the constant sweat. The wind blew through the forest, and he felt that his entire back was soaked.

Just like actively attacking A-01-2-0198 will lead to terrible consequences - specifically refer to the Ice Herald Brut, actively attacking the Treasure Elf will also lead to mutations. Jenkins is now glad that his first reaction after encountering something was not to shoot first.

"Now go home and get that black piece of metal back, the one you always play with."

He ordered in a low voice, but he also considered that although Chocolate's intelligence was enough to deliver the letter, it might be difficult for him to go home, find the things, and send them back, so he added:

"If you can't find me when you come back, or don't find the metal piece, then leave. Don't go back to that home. Go find Dad or Miss Audrey, but don't bring them here. They find me missing. I will take you in from now on, so be good..."

[Knowledge and Books] Miss Bevanna, the eighth-level benefactor of the church, has not returned yet. If she writes a note asking Chocolate to go to the secret keeper or other people who are familiar with the characteristics of strange objects to solve the problem, it will definitely be too late. The information mentioned that even if it doesn't move, the treasure elf has a way to get it near the treasure.

For Jenkins, there was no way he could go back.

The only way now is to defeat A-11-02-3219 head-on by deifying himself. With the cat's footsteps, he might be able to come back before he was buried in the forest. But no one can guarantee this.

"Meow~"

Chocolate, who was standing at the feet of Jenkins, walked around Jenkins twice, looked up at the man, swept his trousers with the tip of his white tail, gave a final cry, and hurried away on the fallen leaves.

Jenkins swallowed and stared at the increasingly ugly treasure elf. Records show that no one could survive more than two hours after encountering A-11-02-3219.

In other words, within two hours, he would definitely find the so-called treasure for some inexplicable reason.

"What do you mean by treasure?"

Even though he knew there was no way to escape, Jenkins still tried to think of a way. If you know the specific location and shape of the treasure, you might be able to avoid those areas consciously... maybe.

"Young traveler, do you want the buried treasure?"

It repeated its words in a high-pitched voice, floating slowly around Jenkins in a colorful halo.

Jenkins sighed and put the pistol away. It was useless.

The midday sun hung high in the sky, but Jenkins, shrouded in the shade of the trees, could not feel a trace of warmth. He stiffly raised his feet and stepped on the ground to increase his body temperature. I have already planned in my heart that once I am able to go out this time, I must buy a warm and decent winter coat.

PS: I just noticed that the Shuke app has a Cthulhu novel recommendation, and I am not one of them. Then I thought about whether this book is a Cthulhu type...

Chapter 261 Chapter 257 Cabin in the Woods

"After I came here, I experienced so many dangerous things. The evil gods, cultists, weird things and all kinds of malice did not kill me. How could I die here?"

Jenkins said to himself in his heart, thinking desperately about ways to escape. If he died while performing the church's mission or fighting with others, then this life would be fine. But he was really unwilling to die in such a miserable way in this unknown place.

"Burn the forest?"

He suspected in his heart that since the treasure elves depend on the forest to exist, it would definitely disappear if the forest was destroyed. Under the premise of endangering his life, Jenkins did not care about moral and legal issues.

But the problem now is that the area of ​​this forest is quite large, and because there was snowfall some time ago, the trees and the ground are very wet, so even if you want to start a fire, you can't do it. His [Eternal Fire] is not a flame in the ordinary sense. It can only add the "burning" state to items, and the maximum coverage area of ​​the flame is no more than three times the maximum surface area of ​​Jenkins' naked body.

He just tested it when he helped Chocolate take a bath yesterday.

"Destroy the treasure in advance?"

This is also a method. The trigger point for the treasure elf to kill is to find the treasure. But Jenkins has no idea where the treasure it knows is, and he can't find anyone to help.

He now regrets not letting Chocolate find some helpers. This is really a major mistake. But with the speed of a small cat, even if he goes to find helpers, he won't be able to get back, right?

The elf is still surrounding Jenkins, constantly making a small "cluck~" sound. The temperature has dropped to a very scary level. This is not the normal temperature in this season. It is forcing Jenkins to leave this position.

Mobilizing the Eternal Fire to cover the area between his body and clothes, his body is slightly warmer. Jenkins looked at his ability points one by one, held his breath, prayed to the sage first, and then tried to use his mental power to activate [Unknown Path Ahead].

He felt a buzz in his head, and the whole person relaxed. A smile gradually appeared on his face, watching the purple line appear in front of him and extend all the way to the depths of the forest. He let out a long breath, and even the clothes stuck to his back due to sweat could not bring him a bad mood:

"Very good, I probably don't have to die..."

He muttered softly, throwing the old man and Hathaway who just remembered for some reason behind his mind, turned around, packed up the backpack on the ground and put it on his shoulder, then took the cane leaning against the tree and the brown wide-brimmed hat hanging on the cane, and headed in the direction guided by fate.

Sure enough, once he left the range of the tree, the surrounding temperature quickly returned to normal levels. Jenkins was worried that the strange directional characteristics of the A-11-02-3219 phenomenon would interfere with the effect of [Unknown Path Ahead], but it seems that the power of fate is greater than the effect of this weird thing.

Continuously moving towards the interior of the forest area, the humid environment and rotten leaves make the ground look like a soft carpet, and one step on it will give the illusion of being swallowed by the land.

This forest area has a long history, but because it is very close to the city, the local Jenkins has never heard of any magical legends here. It was completely bad luck to meet A-11-02-3219 this time.

Using a cane to push aside the grass in front of him, the flames flowed out of his sleeves and burned the black insects lying on the back of his hand without leaving any ash. Late autumn is still a season for insects to run rampant, especially in such a humid woodland.

The purple line points directly to a wooden house in the dense woodland, which is the house of the ranger. They occasionally patrol deep into the woods to hunt down illegal loggers and poachers. And if they cannot leave the woods in time, they will rest in places like this.

Now they have entered a very deep position in the woods, and even the rangers will not come here many times a year. The wooden house in front of Jenkins looked very dilapidated from the outside, and the bottom of the wooden wall had been corroded by moss and other unknown disgusting substances.

The wooden windows were completely nailed shut from the inside with wooden boards to prevent the emergency items left in the wooden house from being destroyed by wild animals from outside. A rusty iron chain was tied to the wooden door.

He did not approach rashly, but used a special vision to observe the surroundings. Sure enough, there was a faint red aura on the walls and doors and windows of the wooden house, fluctuating like the tide. This was evidence that the gifter had arranged a ceremony here, and this wooden house was the destination guided by fate.

"That is to say, a gifter had been here before, and he didn't want outsiders to come again..."

He guessed in his heart, because he didn't see the pile of light spots representing the gifter, nor did he see any special items, so he could infer that the gifter who arranged the ceremony had left.

The color of the aura was very light, and it could be seen that the ceremony should have been arranged for at least a week, so the spirit would be lost to this extent.

He was stunned for a moment, and just as he was about to take a step forward, he found that the treasure elf that had been following him and making a "chuckle~" sound that polluted his spirit suddenly rushed out, flapped its wings lightly, and the black aura collided with the red aura, and the already shaky ritual luster was immediately extinguished.

Jenkins looked at the ugly elf suspiciously. According to the records, when the tempted traveler is unable to move forward due to objective factors, the treasure elf will help. This is also one of the reasons why the image of "elf" is constantly beautified in fairy tales from ancient times.

This means that the direction of the wooden house is indeed the direction of the treasure, and it is very close to the treasure. A-11-02-3219 thought he was looking for treasure.

After the aura disappeared, Jenkins, wearing black boots, approached the wooden door with a backpack on his back.

"Heh~"

Stretching out his fist and hitting the rusty lock hard, Jenkins used [Frost Fist] to help it cool down quickly. At the same time, flames flowed out of his cuffs and burned the iron lock. When the whole process was completed, he quickly chopped three times with the sharp knife used to cut meat in his backpack. The chain fell into the soil with a clatter, coiled together like a snake, and smashed a small pit in the soft soil.

Pushing open the door, the house was filled with a foul smell of corruption. There was naturally no gas lamp on the wall. The only intact items that could be seen were some simple iron hunting tools piled in the corner.

Section 262 Chapter 258 Purification of Resentment

Jenkins glanced around the wooden house casually, and confirmed that there was no spiritual light in the special field of vision. He stepped on the creaking floor and quickly came to the corner of the wall. Following the guidance of fate, he pried the floor with a knife and found something like a book wrapped in waterproof kraft paper.

Covering his nose, he put the kraft paper package on the floor beside him, and then knelt down and used his other hand to tentatively explore the hole under the floor. In addition to the sticky touch, he found something else. There were also two exquisite glass bottles under the hole, but the liquid inside was gray and turbid. Jenkins couldn't be sure whether this was the original or expired. But since the spiritual light was so weak, it didn't matter.

He took these things outside the house, took a deep breath, and finally recovered. The smell in the house was really unbearable.

He put the two small bottles in the pocket of his coat, held his breath and cut the rope outside the brown paper package with a knife, then stepped back a few steps and picked up a branch to open the package.

He suddenly stopped and looked suspiciously at the treasure elf flying aside and still chuckled.

"Isn't this the treasure?"

Jenkins realized this terrible possibility, and his hand holding the branch suddenly froze.

[The Future of Destiny] is an ability exclusive to the souls of another world. Every time it is used, it can produce obvious and reliable effects. Jenkins hesitated again and again, swallowed his saliva, and used a branch to pick up the cut line on the kraft paper, and then opened the package...

A gust of wind blew, the forest made a rustling sound, the package was exposed on the grass, and the raised kraft paper swayed in the wind, but nothing happened.

He let out a long breath, picked up a stone from the ground and threw it at the package. After confirming that there was no danger, he slowly walked over again.

The purple line of fate pointed to a short note rolled into a tube. After Jenkins picked it up, the purple line disappeared.

[Mr. Clark:

I hid here according to your instructions, waiting for the "Mist Son" plan to start again. On October 18, I think I may have met A-11-02-3219, the treasure elf. Mr. C, although I have the belief that I will die, I am really unwilling to die here.

I once gained some strange knowledge when listening to the whispers of my Lord. This knowledge may help me out of trouble, but if you come to find me and don't find my trace, then it means I am dead. Don't be sad, my Lord will protect my soul, and the ship will take me to the final paradise.

Please note that A-11-02-3219 will work at least 3 times in an area before it disappears. If you also encounter misfortune when you come here, you can try my method. Although it may not work on me, the grace of my Lord is stronger for you. I wish you good luck.

May the "Mist Son" plan start smoothly again, and may my Lord, the Undying King, protect me and live forever.

Yours faithfully,

W

Note: If I do die, the protective ritual here may disappear soon. In a short time, I cannot arrange a protective ritual that can last for a long time, so please transfer the information I left immediately. Don't worry, unless fate favors, no one will be able to find this place. The rebellious Mr. B has shifted the location of this place. Without guidance, no one can come here. 】

"Defier? Ha~ good tone."

Jenkins muttered quietly, and the temperature around him was dropping rapidly. This was the signal from the treasure elves to urge him to leave.

If the followers of [Fate Hermit] heard the title of "defier", being hanged would be the best treatment they could encounter. How brave is this mortal to openly rebel against the righteous gods in his own nickname to do such a thing?

Turning over the back of the note, this is the way W left to resist the treasure elves:

【Treasure elves are a strange and terrifying phenomenon, a combination of resentment and soul fragments in the forest, as well as more bizarre substances. If you are not at level eight, you will never be able to confront the phantom head-on, so you can only find a way to get rid of the resentment. The so-called resentment is the sum of the resentment of innocent people who died in the forest for thousands of years, and the resentment aroused by the destruction of the forest itself. Temporarily drive away the resentment and leave here for a short time, then please pray for the attention of the gods. If it mercifully grants you a blessing, then you can remove the mark left by A-11-02-3219 on your body. As long as you don't set foot here again, it will not entangle you again. 】

"Drive away the resentment?"

Jenkins read out the word, "Can you write it more carefully, how to drive away the resentment!"

He read the note again in confusion, but there was no clue at all. Now the guidance of fate has ended, that is, he has obtained all the information. If this time is the same as usual, then the dilemma should be resolved.

"What have I done recently?"

He thought about his trajectory of action today, but the only thing that could bring about a breakthrough and change was the chocolate back to the city.

Standing up, he subconsciously took a step to the left. The scene in front of him changed, and when he turned back, he was actually at least 10 feet in front of the package.

Jenkins looked at the treasure elf solemnly, and then quickly moved his eyes away. The other party's face at this time could no longer be looked at directly. The ugly face with extraordinary characteristics was actually inexplicably attractive.

Just a moment ago, Jenkins was almost attracted by those deep well-like eyes.

The situation became worse and worse afterwards. Even if he sat on the ground motionless, the ground under Jenkins' feet seemed to move, constantly sending him forward.

It was no longer known whether this was a space transfer or a more mysterious means, but when the position changed for the fourth time, when he could vaguely see the wooden house through the bushes, a clear spring appeared in another open space.

If the hunter's hut was built by humans and then gradually integrated with the environment of the forest. Then this spring with a white marble base and jade-carved angels (also in this world) and demon statues on both sides is obviously something that does not belong to the forest.

"Is this the treasure?"

Jenkins realized this immediately. Listening to the gurgling sound of the spring, his mood was extremely low.

He couldn't wait for the chocolate. As long as he moved again, Jenkins would be dead if he touched the spring.

"Purify the resentment, right..."

Chapter 263 Chapter 259 Gift Fusion

Jenkins' eyes became sharp, "Which one is more powerful, the weird thing or the gift?"

Spreading his hands forward, a quietly burning candle appeared in his left hand, and an inextinguishable red flame appeared in his right hand.

The ugly elf's laughter actually became low. The temperature dropped rapidly, and the branches above his head twisted and grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, gradually blocking the sun in the sky, like bent fingers clinging to Jenkins' head; the branches crawling on the trunks slowly moved like tentacles, crawling on the ground; terrible footsteps came from the bushes, and dark shadows and miserable skeletons were exposed. Even the mottled trunks and old bark were like terrible ghost faces, laughing shrilly with the wind.

At this moment, the malice from the forest was undoubtedly exposed.

Jenkins looked at his hands with a serious look, and the red flame on his right hand was pulled into a thread, flying from his right hand to his left hand. The gifts on both sides seemed to be connected by a bridge of fire, and the candles and fireballs emitted a faint light at the same time, and at the same time, the spirits were rushing to his hands quickly.

"It really works!"

If he was not in danger at this time, Jenkins would even want to laugh wildly.

He raised his hands high and mobilized the spirit of his whole body to attach to the two gifts.

The wind started to blow, and as Jenkins moved, sudden strong winds blew in from all directions, but the place where he was standing was like the eye of the storm and was not affected at all.