The Master of the Strange Realm

Because he was not paying attention to feeding the cat, when he pulled off a piece of meat and fed it to the chocolate, the cat, which was anxious to eat, actually bit Jenkins' finger. The kitten’s teeth are not very sharp, and it opened its mouth as soon as it sensed that it was biting something wrong.

But the pain still stimulated Jenkins. He looked at his cat with a slightly resentful look. Chocolate gave a cute "meow~" and then rubbed Jenkins' finger with his furry face.

"Okay, okay, I know you didn't mean it."

He patted his cat and began to wonder again why he didn't let Chocolate eat on its own.

The conversation between Dad and Miss Cape lasted an hour, during which time Jenkins received a customer who ran into the antique shop to take shelter from the rain, and successfully persuaded him to buy a cheap medal.

While keeping accounts, Miss Cape came down the stairs, said hello to Jenkins with a melancholy expression, and left.

Dad came down from upstairs shortly afterwards, holding a piece of paper with the same worried look.

"I know you're curious about what we talked about."

Dad said this to Jenkins, and handed the paper in his hand to him before Jenkins nodded quickly.

"I have some old friends in the [Church of All Things and Nature]. They heard some news, and they arranged for Sigrid Capet, who went to Nolan to escort dangerous goods, to send me some information. I have been here for more than ten years. I’ve met Cappe before, when she was just a child.”

This was a complete answer to Jenkins' doubts. His curiosity was pricked, he nodded sheepishly, and then placed the piece of paper in front of him.

The piece of paper was not a letter, but a partial acquisition of an ability, and the writer used a quill instead of a pen. The name of the ability is [Alien Frenzy], which belongs to the blue alien type.

It is called a special ability, not because it has a very strange function, but because it has been a taboo for many years and is one of the abilities that is forbidden to be learned.

"In the ancient savage era, in order to compete for limited natural resources, various intelligent beings fought cruelly and fought on a racial basis. In order to deal with those hostile races, a large number of targeted abilities were developed, such as targeting The vampire's [Vampire Killer], the chain [Demon Hunter] against demons, and the [Midnight Human Slaughter] against humans.

Although humans at that time were not the weakest group, they did not have strong power either. The unknown human wizard, the benefactor of that era, finally created the special ability [Alien Frenzy]. It relies on killing other alien species to gain strength. The more numbers and types it kills, the more powerful it gains. "

Dad explained this while Jenkins was looking at the piece of paper. Jenkins thought for a while and then asked:

"What about flaws?"

There are few constraints on learning this ability, so it cannot be without flaws. The world is fair. If a powerful force can be controlled by the majority, then there must be something wrong with this force.

"The flaw is that not only humans can learn [Alien Frenzy], and as the power becomes stronger, the user of the ability will eventually lose himself..."

Dad was looking at the rain outside the window, and he didn't know what he was remembering.

"I should have explained to you that the blue alien ability is derived from the alien talent. The ancient bestower who created this ability did not develop human beings' own power, but directly imitated a monster called [Killing Angel] The structure allows ability learners to possess the special organs of this alien monster. This is the truth of killing to obtain blood and blood to draw power. Therefore, all intelligent life forms other than humans can theoretically acquire this ability.

After the era of interspecies melee ended, the most powerful dragons, elves, dwarves, sea tribes, wing tribes and humans at that time signed an agreement to permanently destroy this ability. No information about it appeared in the data of dozens of epochs, until an incident of out-of-control containment of numbered items in the last epoch, which caused the reversal of time and space, and some creations from past eras came to the 'present', with the ability [Alien Frenzy] Only then did it spread again. "

"Oh, that sounds so scary..."

Jenkins made such a meaningless sigh, then paused and frowned:

"Dad, the effect of the ability you described seems a bit familiar... Relying on killing to gain strength, the more you kill, the stronger you become. This sounds a bit similar to A-01-1-6377 [Killing Mark]."

Chapter 1009 Chapter 991 Rainy Night

A-01-1-6377 [Killing Mark] is a worldwide event/event in which people fight each other to gain strength. People with specific tattoos will target intelligent life and continue to strengthen themselves. After reaching a certain limit, they will Go find other tattoo bearers. Last year, the holder of the killing mark appeared in Nolan, and that holder had been arrested by Jenkins and the professor and handed over to the church.

"Yes, do you still remember the description of A-01-1-6377? The last survivor after the killing mark appears will transform into a terrifying monster. It will break through the barrier of the material world and go to An unknown and terrifying world. The so-called terrifying monsters refer to the alien [Killing Angel].”

Dad introduced it this way. Jenkins remembered that the last time the two of them talked about the [Killing Mark], he claimed that he didn't know what kind of monster it was.

"What about the so-called 'scary world'?"

Jenkins asked again, without pursuing why Dad was lying.

Dad hesitated for a moment, but finally gave the answer: "Blood Sacrifice Skull Seat."

After that, he was unwilling to provide any information. There was no need to provide the news about the [Alien Craze] brought by Miss Cape to the church, because the church already knew about it.

Dad believes that there should be evil people with this ability in Nolan City. This seemingly quiet city is actually the most suitable killing battlefield.

"The tattoo on the Green Fire Balrog you killed a few days ago has been analyzed to reveal part of its meaning, which contains part of the ritual content of [Alien Frenzy]. The church searched the residence of the Balrog and the coachman and obtained There is evidence that the sect [Whip of the Dead] who believes in the evil god [Lord of Slaughter] has arrived in Nolan, and they are trying to master the ability of [Alien Frenzy], and the specific method of obtaining this ability is now Tattooed on the bodies of five different species."

"Why are they doing this?"

Jenkins doesn't understand such behavior.

"This is one of the ritual requirements of [Alien Frenzy]. I don't know the specific content of the ritual, so I can't give you a specific answer. But now that we know the current situation, we should find out those who carry the ritual as soon as possible. Alien content and kill them, get tattoos, otherwise Nolan will give birth to a terrible killer."

What dad said was only completed in a complete report yesterday. When he sent Jenkins, who had "food poisoning," to church, he heard about it from Miss Bevanna, so he could tell it to Jenkins today.

In this way, Jenkins' kidnapping by the coachman was actually a good thing that helped the city. Because of the kidnapping case, the church was able to know that such a terrible thing was about to happen, and it was connected to the ancient killing ability. This was really lucky for Nolan City.

In short, when night fell and Jenkins met Miss Magic at the agreed place, he was still thinking about the [Alien Craze].

The two met in an alley with no street lights, and the rain that started at noon was still pouring down. The man wearing a black rainproof cloak was carrying a cat and holding an umbrella. It was really a dark and windy night with no moonlight at all.

When Miss Magic walked into the alley, she was startled by the tall and dark man. Then she saw the kitten Vanilla and realized that this was Mr. Candle.

She said hello and walked over, and then she heard the man's voice through the patter of rain:

"Good evening, Miss Magic. Do you know about [Alien Craze]?"

The woman was stunned for a moment, then slowly shook her head: "I know this is an ancient forbidden technique, but I just know the name. What happened?"

"My friend at church told me a terrible thing this morning..."

Jenkins told half-truths and half-truths about what his father mentioned, and then used telegraphy to create a photo of the Balrog tattoo out of thin air in his pocket.

"I know that you have always been proficient in rituals, so now I want you to study whether you can use this tattoo to track the holders of the other four tattoos. This is my reward for helping you slaughter the pirates... Of course , this may not be enough, I have other compensation.”

He said, handing over the photo. Miss Magic stretched out her hand to take it, and the gap between the two umbrellas allowed raindrops to fall on the photo.

"I think there should be no problem, but I've been busy with Femi Xiu recently, so studying these tattoos may have to be postponed until next month."

She looked at the photo for a while before nodding her head yes.

"I will give you a very reasonable reward. I think this favor plus this should be enough."

Jenkins reached into his pocket for the second time and took out the red bead in his pocket. This was one of Pompeii's abilities that Jenkins had obtained at the last party. His voice is low and steady, giving people a sense of peace of mind even on rainy nights.

"It's so precious, I don't think you have to pay so much."

The woman holding the umbrella said that she regarded Mr. Candle as a friend, so she did not want to take advantage of him.

"But I really need to find the holders of the other four tattoos as soon as possible. I think you should understand what kind of trouble this will cause once someone really learns [Alien Frenzy]."

This is a rare truth from Jenkins. At least at this moment, he really wants to use his own power to protect the city.

Miss Magic was silent for a while, then stretched out her hand to squeeze the warm red ball handed over by Jenkins. Pompeii's wailing face was hit by raindrops falling from the sky between the two umbrellas, and the red balls were quickly moistened.

"I will start researching it as soon as possible. I accepted this sphere not because I want to own it, but just for research. When I figure out the meaning of these tattoos and get the method of reverse tracing, I will return it You. I think you won’t learn it before you know the ability represented by the ball. After all, the method of directional clearing ability is too rare.”

"This is good."

Jenkins nodded and said nothing, wondering whether he should trouble Alexia, who was busy with the tower recently, to also study those tattoos. But soon his attention was attracted by another thing. As the two set off out of the alley, Miss Magic told Jenkins the destination of their trip:

"The pirates' base is at 32 Wells Lane, which is an apartment building divided into two sides. 32A is inhabited by the only benefactor, and 32B is inhabited by his ordinary subordinates, some uneducated pirates. There are regular police officers patrolling that street, and we need to kill all of them quietly within ten minutes."

Jenkins paused for a moment. In the future travel not long ago, the note in the picture frame read:

[Wells Lane, 32B, Room 3, 2nd Floor. Kill him, at least kill him before the end of the third month of 1866! 】

Two things that were originally unrelated were magically linked together. Although Jenkins was a little surprised, he quickly accepted the fact.

Based on his experience in the past six months, he had long known that the "future" information would appear in his life in a magical way. It was not unexpected that it was linked to Miss Magic's affairs.

His pause for a moment was not seen by Miss Magic. Two people who were also wearing black rain cloaks held umbrellas and walked side by side on one side of the street. Jenkins noticed that even with the wind, there was no wet spot on the woman's body. She must have used a special ritual to treat her umbrella or clothes.

Chocolate hated getting her fur wet and was now hiding in Jenkins' arms. If it wasn't for the rain tonight and Jenkins had put on an extra piece of clothing, then his chest would definitely have a bulge.

"I think you should know that the Heart of the Ocean has been polluted."

Jenkins considered the words and asked softly:

"The polluted gift is likely to have degenerated into a weird thing. Do you really need it?"

"I need that thing, not to study it, but to exchange it for something."

Miss Magic responded, looking at the dim street in front of her:

"Please get ready, Mr. Candle, we are about to reach our destination."

Wells Lane is like most of the unknown alleys in the city. It is quiet and peaceful in the rain on a spring night. Even if two murderous men in black visit here in the middle of the night, it is still calm and quiet.

The sound of rain and moisture can well cover up the screams and the smell of blood. There is no possibility of losing this battle from the beginning. The only difference is the length of time.

Jenkins would not have any sympathy for the pirates. Although the image of pirates in his own memory was somewhat beautified by various literary works, the original owner was a native of Nolan, and he knew very well what kind of scum these people were.

He and Miss Magic first went to work together to deal with the gifter who lived on the A side. The man who was sleeping with the prostitute/woman did not even wake up and fell into eternal death.

Then the two entered the B side from the second-floor window and slaughtered all the living people here one by one. Because of the sound-hiding spell, there was no large-scale resistance until the last person died.

It's just that these pirates are indeed very cautious. Many people at least opened their eyes and noticed something was wrong, but it was a pity that it was just that.

The next step was the process of searching for information. Because of the worry about the future news, Jenkins took the initiative to ask to search the second floor of the B side.

Miss Magic certainly would not disagree. In her opinion, the documents she needed were most likely in the residence of the gifter, that is, the A side.

During the killing just now, Room 3 of Building 2 was empty. The door lock was melted by Jenkins's flames. After pushing the door open, a dark room with closed windows and curtains came into view.

Unlike other messy and disgusting rooms, the owner of this room kept his residence neat and orderly, and it was hard to tell that a rude pirate lived here.

Section 1010 Chapter 992 Fruit and Cat

"Well... maybe not a pirate."

Looking at this obviously different room, Jenkins came to this conclusion, and then looked forward to finding something like a diary to facilitate the investigation of the owner's identity. Since the room was so neat, the probability that the resident could write was greatly increased.

But Jenkins did not find that kind of thing, but unexpectedly found some ritual materials that only benefactors would use under the floor near the southeast corner.

"I knew it would be like this. The owner of this room is also a gift giver, but why did he hide his identity from the pirates? Is he an undercover agent?"

He made bold assumptions and guesses. After checking the clothes on the desk and hangers, he called Miss Magic who came from Side A and told her that something was wrong with this room.

But even with the woman, they still didn't find any valuable clues here. They only learned from the first page of the notebook on the table that the owner here was named "Edward Legris", but the name alone was far from enough.

Jenkins was upset because of the information from the future pointing to this address, while Miss Magic thought that there was a change in her plan. She had no idea that there were two gift givers here before.

"The woman who sold me the information swore that there was absolutely no problem."

Miss Magic got angry when she mentioned this, but even if they went to trouble the information dealer tomorrow, they couldn't find out who the owner of this room was and where he was now.

The white cat Vanilla, who is good at finding things, was also asked by Mr. Candle to help, but this time the little cat did not find anything that the two humans did not notice. It looked very tired, and a small ball huddled in Jenkins' hand. Now it was its sleep time.

Jenkins and Miss Magic could only leave helplessly. The coins they looted were divided in half, and Jenkins did not want any of the remaining rags. This group of pirates probably did not consider the future at all, and they had nothing valuable in their hands.

The solitary gifter was even poorer. It was understandable that there were no numbered items, but the talismans on his body did not add up to more than 10, which made Jenkins doubt whether the profession of pirates could support them.

After parting with Miss Magic in the rain, Jenkins walked towards his home worriedly. His left hand without an umbrella twisted a short hair, which was found in the room just now. Even if the house was tidied up, it was impossible to have no hair.

Similar short hair was found at the collar of the sweater in the closet and under the desk, so this must be the owner of Room 3 on the second floor.

It's just that [Disease Curse] needs to know the appearance or general body shape of the cursed person in addition to the hair. Although the ritual can succeed even if it doesn't know, the effect will be greatly weakened.

"Should I curse him? That future may be a trap. But it is indeed Chinese pinyin, so it should be okay..."

He said to himself, and the sound of rain easily suppressed the man's voice, and only he and his cat could hear it.

I didn't think about this matter when I got home, but since [Disease Curse] probably can't kill him, it should be okay to try it.

Let the sleepy cat sleep first, and Jenkins held the ritual required for [Disease Curse] alone in the basement. It's very simple, and the cursed disease is still the flu that Jenkins is most familiar with.

He hopes that this curse can make the cursed person terminally ill but not dead, so that he has time to investigate the identity information of the owner of the hair before killing him.

After finishing the ceremony and tidying up the things, Jenkins caught a glimpse of the fruit plate placed on the test bench. I haven't used it today, so I thought about it and reached out to the plate. After injecting a little spirit, three round fruits appeared in the fruit plate.

The first one is an orange, but it looks a little small, and I don't know if it will taste sour; the second one is a ruddy cherry, which is one of Chocolate's favorite fruits; the third one is a purple-black oval fruit, with chain-like patterns evenly distributed on the peel, and small raised bumps can be seen in the gaps between the patterns.

"Huh?"

This is a fruit that Jenkins doesn't recognize, and considering that he has not been in this world for a long time and the original owner is not a very knowledgeable person, he guessed that this is a rare fruit that is produced far away from Nolan.

Since you have good things, you have to share them with your cat. When Jenkins took the three fruits to the bedroom on the second floor, Chocolate was curled up next to the pillow and had fallen asleep.

It put its front paws under its head, and the whole cat shrank into the shape of a fur ball. The brass ring under the claws can be seen. This is the black stone of disaster sealed by divine power. After losing the life orb as a toy, the cat soon became interested in this thing again.

Seeing that Chocolate had fallen asleep, Jenkins carefully placed the fruit in his hand on the bedside table, and then climbed into bed to prepare for sleep. Tomorrow is a new week, and he still has a lot of learning tasks to face, so he must maintain the good habit of going to bed early and getting up early.

After closing his eyes, he soon fell into a deep sleep, and the sound of the drizzling rain did not affect his sleep. One person and one cat breathed evenly in the dim bedroom quietly. A few minutes after Jenkins fell asleep completely, the cat's little nose suddenly twitched.

"Meow~"

It made a dreamlike sound, rubbed its head on its body, squinted its eyes and continued to sleep. But after a few seconds, the nose twitched again, and then twitched twice quickly, and Chocolate woke up completely.