The Master of the Strange Realm

Jenkins trembled in his heart, but his acting skills had reached the level of perfection, so on the surface, his expression was still normal.

"You can use abilities at such a close distance, but he still has two special items on him, and he is a seventh-level gifter. No, you can't force it."

"How much is this clock in gold pounds?"

He smiled and pointed to the left side of the gift. It was an ordinary clock, but its style was very similar to the gift: "I still think it should be decorated, otherwise it would be a bit rude when welcoming guests."

“This one is cheaper.”

His hand was still on Jenkins' shoulder, which was extremely rude.

Jenkins' smile gradually solidified.

"No need to pretend anymore."

"What are you pretending to be?"

He asked over his shoulder, summoning his own light spot.

"Profane production!"

Two green vines stretched out from the void, and at the same time, the stuffed doll on the shop owner's waist suddenly flew up. The vines wrapped around the crudely made puppet like tentacles, and then, as if venting their anger, they penetrated through several holes sewn by the stitches, tore it into pieces before retreating into the void.

"The price of the stand-in doll is very expensive."

The middle-aged man said calmly, clapped his hands, and the small steps on the ground disappeared.

Jenkins shook his shoulder to get rid of the hand, and then punched back. The shopkeeper blocked the force of the punch with his arm, but frost appeared on his entire right arm.

Activate the cat's grace, roll on the ground, and then jump towards the store entrance.

His vision went dark, and a figure suddenly appeared from the air.

Jenkins felt a huge force coming from the front, ducked his head to the left, and was immediately hit by an iron rod on the shoulder. Like a flying baseball, he was hit back along the same path, rolling several times on the ground and smashing several clocks under the opposite wall.

There was a burning pain in my right shoulder, and I knew it was broken without even thinking about it.

It was the store owner who appeared at the door and gave Jenkins a crowbar.

"Space movement? That's wrong..."

As the sound of gears turning came from his body, the frost on his right arm disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye. He threw the crowbar casually on the ground with his left hand, and then the man disappeared into the air.

The place he reappeared was in front of Jenkins. He squatted in front of Jenkins who was lying on the ground, with a pistol pointed at his head.

A silver band of light appeared in front of Jenkins. He raised his head forward and a huge piece of light flew out. The shop owner's figure shook like an unclear TV screen. Pedestrians who were walking outside appeared in his hands and blocked the light.

He held up the poor pedestrian and disappeared again, then appeared in the distance and used the pedestrian's body as a shield to catch Jenkins' bullet.

"Why do you have so many dangerous abilities?"

He looked like he didn't want to be near Jenkins anymore, leaning against the counter in a relaxed posture.

"Stop struggling. I'm not a cruel person. Now tell me, why did you come here today? Is it simply to repair your pocket watch? Or did I reveal my identity somewhere? As long as If you tell the truth, I can find you a decent grave."

"Ha~"

Jenkins looked outside, but the store owner moved faster. He once again used his ability to teleport to the window. With a flick of his right finger, the curtains fell down.

"Don't try again, sir. I can tell you with certainty that you will die today. Answer my question and I will give you a good time; otherwise, I will let you know something more terrifying than death. ”

His right hand took out a pistol from the counter and pointed it at Jenkins' head, while his left hand methodically rolled up his right sleeve. The cuff is not an arm made of flesh, but a brass-colored mechanical arm made up of countless tiny gears, springs and bearings.

This right arm has a chaotic beauty, with bearings and fine gears rotating at different speeds. Although it looks like it will fall apart at the slightest movement, it seems that every part is restricting other parts. The shopkeeper's left hand pressed a few times on the upper side of his right arm. As a small stream of steam erupted from the original artery of the wrist, a small silver box popped out from under the gear on the lower side of the forearm.

The shopkeeper laughed and opened the box with a click. Inside was a syringe filled with dirty water that looked like copper rust.

"Since you are a benefactor living in Nolan City, then A-08-1-9990, gear germ, should have been passed, right?"

"I've heard of it, cough~"

The last cough coughed up a mouthful of blood, and he could feel the nut hanging on his chest emitting astonishing heat.

I raised my eyes and looked at the chocolate. It was standing on the ground not far away, nuzzling the package that was going to be sent to Miss Mary.

Jenkins wanted to wink and make the cat run away, but the cat didn't seem to notice.

"So, you are from the Gear Craftsmen Guild?"

"Yes."

He nodded and pointed the syringe needle upward with his left hand. With a gentle push, a drop of turbid rusty water flowed out from the tip of the needle.

Chapter 315 Chapter 310 Naughty Cat (7/15)

"so......"

Jenkins was still trying to stall for time, so he could only desperately find something to say. The blow from the iron rod had damaged the bones in his shoulders and chest. It was unknown whether his internal organs were damaged in addition to fractures.

Looking at the chocolate again, it was still rubbing the small package, and the package seemed to be closer to Jenkins.

The man looked at Jenkins to see what else he had to say.

"So, C-08-2-2218, the stopped clock, is this?"

Jenkins finally figured out what else he knew. Under the Mr. Ink Club, there was an old man who used special items to stay alive. He mentioned that before the transmission method of gear germs mutated, what happened to the Church of Creation and Machinery. There was a defection incident. The defectors stole three gifts, one of which was a clock.

This is one of the few secrets that Jenkins knows about the Gear Craftsmen Guild, and he originally just said it casually. But when he blurted out this sentence, he suddenly realized that he had hit the mark.

"Yes!"

His voice suddenly became louder, "The trick you just performed was not teleportation at all. You used that gift to control time, speeding up the flow of your own time or stopping the time around you! No, even if it was a gift It’s impossible to stop time, you definitely accelerated your own time!”

The middle-aged shop owner had a look of surprise on his face, "So, your coming here today is not an accident at all!"

"It's not an accident, I came here on purpose!"

Jenkins said this while lying on the ground. His body is very resilient, but internal injuries and shoulder fractures cannot be cured so quickly.

He used his mental power to test the [unknown road ahead], but there was no response at all, and his heart suddenly sank.

"How did you discover me? Why do you know the gift I hold?"

He disappeared again, then reappeared in front of Jenkins with the muzzle of the gun pressed against his forehead.

Jenkins forced a smile and jumped up.

Bang~

The pistol was chambered.

This was not an accident. The moment the muzzle of the gun came into contact with Jenkins' skin, flames surged out, melting and sealing the muzzle of the pistol. It would be a miracle if it didn't explode.

"court death!"

The middle-aged shop owner cursed and strangled Jenkins' neck with his mechanized right arm. Jenkins nimbly stepped back, took out a charm with his intact left hand and threw it out.

It was useless, as the light flashed in front of the man, the explosion of the exploding spell ended without even happening. But this time was enough for Jenkins to distance himself. He pressed his left hand on the top of his right arm, and the green light flashed faintly. Before the shop owner accelerated and rushed over, he slammed his feet on the ground, and raging flames flowed out of his trousers, turning into a circle of fire and surrounding Jenkins.

The man does not use space to move, so even if he accelerates his own time and rushes over, the flames can still hurt him.

He chanted the mantra in a low voice, and the air around him was a little moist. The gas lamp on the wall and the flame in the burning stove flickered a few times and went out, but the ring of fire surrounding Jenkins remained.

"Not ordinary fire? You don't think you can escape from me with this, do you?"

"No, I know you are a level 7 bestower, and of course your methods are more than that."

Jenkins quickly bent down, picked up the chocolate with his left hand and put it on his shoulder. With his right hand, he picked up the only piece of metal left after the package was burned.

"Chocolate, did you play with my stuff again and accidentally dropped it into the package?"

"Meow~"

Light from an unknown source fell from the sky and enveloped the yellow-skinned and black-haired man, while the body of the fair-skinned Jenkins fell backwards away from the light beam.

A strange and solemn chant lingered directly in his mind, and a milky white shimmer filled the surroundings. For a moment, the world seemed to have stopped, and shouts seemed to be heard in the distance, but if you listened carefully, it seemed like an illusion.

There was a wind blowing indoors, with the god as the eye of the strong wind, carrying fragments of glass and wood and spinning rapidly.

The middle-aged shop owner stared at the young man in front of him with wide eyes, and then lowered his head. He twitched and covered his ears with his hands. Witnessing the appearance of the god, his spirit was greatly shocked.

Jenkins didn't even take a shot before he fell to the ground.

"God~ Why, is this a joke? What's going on, why..."

The man groaned, using his remaining strength to reach for the clock in the corner. But the gods and he are in the same space, and the rules of time are affected by the escaped divine power, which is no longer something that a level 7 bestower can shake.

His prostrate figure on the ground flickered a few times, and Jenkins could clearly see the hands of the clock shaking. But in the end the pointer didn't change, and the man didn't run away.

"You've wasted a drop of my divinity."

Jenkins stretched out his faintly glowing fingers, and the man lying on his back shook his head helplessly and tried to crawl back. There was a sad expression on his face, because his eyes were closed tightly, and he did not see the passers-by behind who were beaten by quilts/bullets. He hid himself behind the corpse like a frightened ostrich. This scene was exactly the opposite of the position when the two faced off just now.

Two silver light ribbons spiraled around Jenkins' right arm like twin snakes. The color of the light ribbons continuously changed from light to dark. Because of the blessing of divine power, the silver light ribbons were unusually dazzling.

With a flick of his finger, the light ribbon flew out from his finger like a whip, one end connected to Jenkins and the other end connected to the middle-aged man.

After two seconds of silence, with a sound like a watermelon exploding, the man's head exploded, and red and white liquids blew in all directions. The blood drops that fell to the ground were still exploding, and the crackling sound was like firecrackers.

The headless body lay on the ground, leaning against the body of the passerby. The gear-like right arm lost the brass color just now and began to rust at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Somehow, this time the divinity burned extremely fast. It was clear that it had not done anything yet, but half of it had been burned.

Although Jenkins felt strange, he also knew that time was urgent. He picked up the test tube containing the gear germs and thought with concentration: "What is this?"

The divinity responded immediately, and the remaining little divinity burned wildly in the spirit body, and the golden aura could be seen even with the naked eye.

The liquid in the test tube in his hand rippled, and with a buzzing sound, a series of colorless pictures appeared in front of Jenkins.

Section 316 Chapter 311 Origin of the Bacteria (8/15)

A short but extremely strong middle-aged man crawled out of the collapsed tunnel with bare arms. He knelt on the ground, facing the scorching sun in the sky, roaring and crying, and the tears flowed down his rough cheeks into his beard.

He remembered something again, wiped his tears with his bare arms, spread his clenched right hand, and a beautiful gear flashed white light in the sun.

"Ancestor! I finally found it!"

...

The picture flashed quickly, and the owner of the gear changed several times, and the holder also changed from the original dwarf-like race to humans. This time, it was several eras, and the scenery changed rapidly. The power of time passing could be judged just from the clothes and costumes.

...

The young woman sat on the mound, opposite an expressionless man holding a cardboard box, and several corpses lying beside him. She swallowed her saliva and reached out to take a note from the cardboard box held by the man.

She opened the note with trembling hands, screamed hysterically, turned around and ran towards the white light door that appeared under the mound. But a bone claw suddenly emerged from the ground and grabbed her ankle. The woman was pulled in front of the expressionless man crying.

Her body became thinner and finally turned into a piece of paper and flew into the cardboard box. Her clothes and jewelry were scattered all over the ground, and one of the gears rolled down the slope.

As the expressionless man also turned into a piece of paper and entered the cardboard box, black lines poured out from all directions and prepared to destroy the world. The gear entered the white light door at the last moment, but was also stained by those black lines.

The aura became black and white from then on.

…

The picture flashed quickly, and the traveler accidentally picked up the gear from the ground, looked around and put it in his pocket. It kept traveling in the world, serving as a part of ordinary machinery, and was buried in the soil for a long time. But in the end, it was discovered by a group of gifters.

…

In the crowded basement, three men wearing glasses nervously looked at the gear hanging by a red aura.

One of them swallowed his saliva, stood on tiptoe, and dripped the liquid with black aura on the silk thread. The water drop rolled down, passed the gear, and fell into a water bottle with green aura directly below.

The originally transparent water in the container immediately turned into a dirty copper rust color.

The gray-haired man squatted down, took out an extremely old-fashioned syringe, absorbed some of the liquid, and then pointed the needle at himself.

…

The picture flashed quickly, and this gear was used to hold the same ceremony several times, and the liquid obtained from the ceremony was injected into the body by different old men many times. This seems to be a way to prolong life by changing the physical form, but the conversion speed is very slow. In the end, just like Jenkins met the flower girl, the people who possessed it unexpectedly encountered a terrible creature.

…

In the dark night, in addition to the standing man, the whole village was full of corpses with various strange causes of death. Most of them had black faces and black blood flowing from their mouths and noses, which was a symptom of the plague.

The gear lay quietly in the withered palm of an old woman in a sacrificial robe. There was only a red moon in the sky, shining on everything.

The man with a black aura all over his body turned around and wanted to leave, but stopped again, tilting his head to look at the mysterious gear under the moonlight.

He smiled, and then the aura of the gear turned completely black.