The Master of the Strange Realm

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This time the span of time is even greater, and even the lone red moon in the night sky has a new companion. The gears circulate in the world, and are eventually found by those who are interested in looking for them.

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Believers holding gear-like metal holy symbols gathered in the old church. The oldest man at the front knelt down on one knee, holding a red metal box in his hand.

The box popped open automatically, and the gears flew out and fell into the main hall where the pulpit should have been. Now it was a deep well.

The black aura became more and more intense, and deep in the old temple, the sound of turning could be faintly heard from the ancient statue made of countless gears.

The dull sound of metal collision continued to echo in the empty church.

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Only time changes, and the faces change again and again, but they all do the same thing - get water from the well that can transmit bacteria.

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It's still the same church, but it looks a lot brighter than the last scene.

It was a rainy night outside, with howling winds and pouring rain. In the dazzling light of lightning, a man in a black cloak hurriedly opened the door and barged in.

The elders and believers did not blame him for his rudeness, nor did they blame the dirty water on his boots and the raindrops on his body for staining the bright red carpet.

The man lowered his head and knelt in front of the Holy Emblem of the Gear King. The other two people who followed him in were carrying a familiar clock. The fourth person at the end was holding a small iron hammer. The electric light emitted by the hammer was faint and faint. Thunder echoed in the sky.

The man kneeling on one knee took out from his cloak a metal heart that was still vibrating and could be called a work of art. The bronze-colored metal pieces are brought together, and the connecting gaps are covered with ancient patterns of writing. They are like thick blood vessels attached to the surface of the heart.

But these dense lines are not static. As the heart beats, the lines are constantly changing like running water, forming new content. On the surface of the shrinking heart, the densely packed metal sheets like scales are also opening and closing, revealing the more complex metal structure inside the heart.

It has a white aura that perfectly echoes the black aura radiating from the deep well in front of the Holy Emblem.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the heart was dropped into the well, and the holy symbol also released golden power.

The ground was vibrating, and rumbles of thunder resounded throughout the world. After another blue-white lightning flashed across the window, a beating heart rose from the well.

Bang~bang~bang~

It beats violently, and every time it beats, a stream of rusty water with black aura will burst out from the seams of the metal pieces.

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The metal heart was taken away from the church, causing riots throughout the city every time its holder stayed. The pictures continued to flow, and a familiar city appeared in front of me.

In the empty mine tunnel, discarded iron pickaxes and decayed bones were piled against the wall, and the mine car overturned beside the track.

Dozens of people in black robes knelt on the ground in a circle. Behind every black robe, there is a gear-shaped holy symbol.

The man carrying the metal heart raised his hands, and the heart emerged from his hands. The middle-aged shop owner stood with him, and clocks appeared behind him.

Someone brought a bowl, and a drop of copper-colored liquid dropped from the lower end of the heart, dyeing the water in the bowl the same color. The middle-aged shop owner looked solemnly and opened the long, flat box he carried with him. Inside were nine empty syringes.

Chapter 317 Chapter 312 Repeat? (9/15)

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In the last scene, the store owner carries a large box into the store from the backyard and greets the blond young man holding a cat in the store.

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"I see......"

Jenkins regained his composure, casually threw the syringe in his hand on the headless corpse, and gradually clarified the birth process of the A-08-1-9990 Gear Bacteria in his mind.

"The source of the germ is a gear. It was originally a gift. It was discovered by a humanoid creature suspected to be a dwarf many eras ago. Later, it was brought into a strange place by a woman, and due to an accident, it became half a gift and half a gift. The existence of the strange thing was later obtained by the Gifted One, who used its ability to slowly metamorphose the body to help others survive. After an unknown number of years, this organization encountered a humanoid strange thing that was suspected to be related to the plague. Its appearance made the gear complete. It became a strange thing and was associated with germs. But...how could there be only one moon in the night sky at that time? How long ago was that?"

He looked at the headless corpse on the ground and fell into deep thought. At this moment, the state of deification ended, and Jenkins' person fell from an infinite height.

A feeling of emptiness and loss suddenly arose in my heart, and this feeling drove me crazy.

"Why did the divinity end burning so quickly this time?"

The chocolate on his shoulder turned his head subconsciously.

After adjusting his mood, Jenkins continued to smooth over the scene he had just seen. Even though he knew that he still had to deal with matters in the watch store, someone just saw him walking in!

But a certain scene just now is very important.

"The gears that turned into strange things were eventually obtained by the followers of the Gear King. With the help of its divine power, the gears were thrown into the well and began to produce A-08-1-9990 gear germs. However, the germs at that time were not as easy to spread as they are now. Then, there was the rebellion of the Church of Creation and Machinery mentioned by Mr. Bids in the underground of Mr. Ink Club. At that time, a total of three gifts were stolen - a clock that controlled time, a hammer that was suspected to be related to lightning, and a heart that was contaminated by the water in the well and mutated, and could produce more infectious germs."

He looked at the clock in the corner of the wall, stretched out his hand, and the clock turned into a white light and flew into his forehead.

"The clock is here, the hammer is missing, and the heart was taken to the underground mine in Nolan..."

He remembered something that happened about two months ago: "On that night between August and September, while listening to the whispers, I learned that [The Craftsman] had once bestowed a gift on his believers: C-08-2-5373 [Mechanical Heart]. Could it be this?"

This is very likely, heart-shaped gifts are rare, and since they are related to the same church, the possibility that this is the same thing is even higher.

Jenkins took a deep breath and temporarily ignored the extra knowledge gained by burning divinity. He stroked the chocolate that was unusually well-behaved for some reason and looked at the mess in the store.

"What should I do?"

It is impossible to escape. Someone has seen him enter here. If he leaves now, it would be equivalent to confessing.

"Men should be a little harder on themselves."

He squatted down, put the cat on the ground, and then quickly said: "I won't pursue the matter of you putting the metal block into the package. Now go to the church and call someone over, okay?"

He gently patted the cat's head, looked at Jenkins with big amber eyes, and the whiskers on his mouth trembled, with an unusually well-behaved expression.

"Meow~"

Chocolate quickly ran to the only open back door.

Jenkins nodded, waved his right hand, and the flames swept away all the traces that might reveal the truth just now.

He threw the pistol to the ground, and stood beside the headless male corpse and the corpse of the passerby with his boots stepping on brains and blood.

"Profane production."

This time the target is himself.

Two green vines stretched out from the void and pierced into Jenkins' temple. But the ability of profane production can only produce coins once for the same person in a short period of time.

So the vines inserted this time are purely torturing Jenkins' spirit. He did not resist and fell down directly.

"Goddess, please don't let your mouth get any liquid on the ground."

This was his last thought before he passed out.

(Chocolate running...)

Chocolate stood up from the soft cushion on the sofa, shook his head, looked at the familiar living room, and his hair stood up.

It glanced at Jenkins sleeping in front of the fireplace, and looked into the void with its eyes. Then, as if it understood something, it lay down again.

A few seconds later, Jenkins woke up.

"Strange, um... familiar ceiling."

He rubbed his head and got up. He first looked at his pajamas in surprise, and then looked at the surrounding environment.

"Huh? Why am I at home? Huh? Why am I so energetic? Who changed my clothes?"

He was stunned for a moment, and tentatively called out: "Dad?"

Obviously, there was no such person in this house.

He pinched himself, and then used the real eye to observe the surroundings. Everything was so normal. He himself has the blue alien ability [Dream Soul Out of Body], so if it was a dream, he would definitely notice it.

After putting on his slippers and walking to the door, he turned around and saw that the package that was supposed to be burned to death and was about to be sent to Miss Miller was on the coffee table in the living room.

He walked over carefully and looked around. He found that there were no other creatures in the house except for the one lying on the sofa and looking at the chocolate here boredly.

He opened the package and tossed the metal block in his hand. The divinity was also...

"No way? Is it an imperceptible illusion, or..."

He opened the door of his house with his coat on, only to see that the weather was gloomy, a layer of snow had accumulated in the yard, and the small tree that had been trimmed by the maid was also covered with silver.

Although it was a bit cold, Jenkins still hugged his chest and shrunk his head and walked down the steps in front of the door, stretched out his hand and caught a snowflake in the air.

St. George Street in front of the yard was completely covered with snow. The coachman wearing a cotton hat and cotton gloves drove his horse forward with great effort. The horse's hooves left small holes in the snow, but they were soon covered by the wheels behind.

Mr. Goodman was also getting ready to go out. He was wearing an exaggerated red scarf, and his already fat body looked even fatter because of the overly bloated clothes.

"Good morning, Mr. William! It's really cold today."

So far, this is exactly the same as Jenkins's "yesterday"!

Section 318 Chapter 313 Confirmation (10/15)

"Good morning, Mr. Goodman!"

Jenkins repeated what he said yesterday, without any more greetings. He hurriedly glanced at the date on the newspaper by the fence, and rushed into the room without even taking the milk.

Mr. Goodman kept waving in surprise, feeling that something was wrong with his neighbor next door today.

Take out the spare ritual dagger from under the quilt in front of the fireplace, lift the carpet, and directly carve the holy emblem of the sage on the expensive wooden floor: "Request your gaze!"

Jenkins knelt on one knee on the ground. In order to figure out what happened, the sacrifice he chose this time was the [Water of Wisdom] that was about to expire.

It was like a real sacred gaze, shining down from the farthest sky. The lip print on the forehead was faintly hot, corresponding to it. The man under the gaze seemed to be showered with warm water from the top of his head, and his ears, which were originally frozen and painful because he stayed outside the door for too long, also returned to normal.

But that's all, that's all. Probably because the sacrifice this time made the goddess very satisfied, this time the gaze lasted for a full ten minutes before it ended.

Jenkins stood up again, only feeling that his whole body was full of vitality, and the colorless spirit in his body was stained with a faint golden mark.

"It is indeed the gaze of the sage, so now it is indeed in the real world, not a dream, not an illusion..."

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, feeling that things were too absurd. In his cognition, he had once deified yesterday. That feeling could not be simulated. It was the domain of God.

So, yesterday's 31st was real, and today's 31st was also real.

"Could it be the clock that controls time?"

He made another guess. Now this gift was not in his body.

But it was immediately denied:

"Reversing the time of the world is absolutely impossible, at least in this world where true God exists."

This is the only possible guess. The only thing he encountered on the first 31st that was related to the concept of "time" was the gift of the watch shop owner.

Taking a deep breath, Jenkins followed the trajectory of yesterday's activities, the bathroom, the dining room, the living room, and then went to the watch shop as yesterday. But this time, he did not carry the package to be sent to Miss Mary, but held the metal block. He wanted to prevent accidents.

The middle-aged owner of the watch shop was still busy in the backyard. Almost at the same time as yesterday, he came to the store with a pile of boxes and talked to Jenkins warmly.

This time, Jenkins didn't care about the strange click sound of the gift turning. After leaving the pocket watch, he turned and left.

"It has nothing to do with him..."

Due to the existence of the [Book of Memories], Jenkins' memory has been greatly enhanced. The owner's actions today are exactly the same as yesterday, even the twisting of muscles and the amplitude of turning his head are the same. This can only mean that he did not retain the memory of the last 31st, and didn't know that the two had met before.

He walked to the coachman at the intersection with a gloomy face, took a carriage, and came to Dad's antique shop listening to the creaking sound of wheels rolling over snow.

He originally pushed the door open with hope, but in the sound of the bell, Dad's expression was also normal.

"Clean the snow on your body and soles of your shoes at the door before coming in."

Dad reminded.

Jenkins nodded, but then remembered something: "Dad, take a day off today."

"Okay."

Dad Oliver looked down at the book in his hand, and didn't even ask Jenkins' reason.

He nodded and prepared to leave. But he stopped again: "Sir, I want to ask one thing, is it possible that some strange thing can reverse time on a large scale?"

"Don't talk nonsense."

The old man raised his head, glanced at Jenkins, and reminded him in a low voice: "Don't you realize it? The true gods and false gods themselves correspond to the power of time. Every supreme being is suppressing... cough, cough... This means that the power of the gods is maintaining the normal operation of time. Reversing time means fighting against the power of all gods, hehe~"

Jenkins nodded and turned away. What the old man said made sense, but it made things more complicated.

"But it's not completely impossible."

The old man continued to speak. He deliberately said it after Jenkins left because it involved something that could not be mentioned, and he didn't think it would really happen: