The Master of the Strange Realm

As the man spoke, he wiped his forehead with the handkerchief in his pocket. His face was covered in sweat and it looked like he had run over.

"I thought Mr. Oliver's store would be open late, so I came after sunset, but I didn't expect..."

Seeing his embarrassed look, Jenkins hesitated, took out the key from his pocket, opened the door of the antique store, and waved him in. When Mr. Simon saw that Jenkins had the key here and hung up his clothes and hats skillfully after entering, and there was even a nest for his cat on the counter, he believed that he was an apprentice here.

According to normal work procedures, this kind of insurance compensation should be handed over to the person in person and have the person sign the receipt.

But the embarrassed Mr. Simon had to complete the work before today, and in order to win his trust, Jenkins took out the newspaper with Jenkins's face that his father collected and showed it to him, so in the end, Jenkins accepted the compensation from the life insurance on his behalf. .

Of course, the signature is naturally signed with dad’s name.

Watching Simon walk out of the antique store, Jenkins put the counted banknotes back on the counter. The newspaper with his own image on it continued to be placed on the counter as a pad for the ink bottle.

"I didn't expect that dad would also cheat the insurance company..."

Jenkins sighed quietly in his heart, thinking this matter was a bit funny. Although Dad was indeed involved in last Friday's dock explosion, he was not injured at all. The only damage was that the clothes he wore when he went out were torn and his suitcase was blown to pieces.

The certificates issued by the hospital and the investigation report issued by the Carfax Field should be genuine, but the things written on the genuine items should not be true.

"Twelve shillings. It seems that Dad didn't report any serious injuries. But the money is in vain after all. Maybe I should also buy an insurance for myself. I heard that Travelers Bank is going to launch such a business, but I won't I wonder if they would sell me the insurance..."

"If those mortals won't sell you insurance, I can."

As the doorbell rang, the voice of a middle-aged man with a strong voice reached his ears.

"I'm sorry, it's enough for me to buy your insurance. Please get out, sir, you are not welcome in Dad's Antique Shop."

Jenkins said as he lowered his head to sort out the pens and papers on the counter. After finishing, he raised his head. The person who opened the door and walked in was none other than B-04-4-5611, Fantastic Insurance Company, whom he had met once in the mirror world.

"Did you choose this time specifically to come here?"

Jenkins asked.

"Yes, the salesman selling insurance was very interesting. I followed him for a full week to observe the insurance business in today's era."

"So that's it. It seems like you're doing pretty well after leaving the mirror world. Please get out now. You're not welcome in Dad's antique shop."

Jenkins' words here are harsher.

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Chapter 1076 Chapter 1058 Cooperation and Crime Coins

"I am also a guest after all, sir. Is it really okay to drive me away like this?"

The gas lamp in the antique shop illuminated the three inhuman guys. The underwriter was not scolded by Jenkins. Instead, he rubbed his feet on the doormat and turned around to close the door.

"Are you a customer of an antique store?"

Jenkins asked rhetorically.

"Of course, I'm here to sell things."

Compared with the last time we met, the shabby clothes of Fantastic Insurance Company had changed a lot. He was now wearing a black coat, and the boots on his feet were shiny black.

The underwriter had a glowing face. It seemed that he had encountered many favorable things since returning to the material world from the mirror world.

"What are you selling?"

"This is a stone sculpture carved by craftsmen in a small village in the central part of the Western Continent in the early 13th Era. I spent a lot of money to buy it."

"Western Continent?"

Jenkins muttered, he also knew that in the ancient era, the area in the material world that could be called a continent was not just the current one.

The statue placed on the counter by the underwriter has a unique shape. Although it is in very good condition, it looks like it is not a product of this era. History and time have given it a different flavor, which the gifters can be more sensitive to.

If it had not been held by an underwriter, but had actually gone through five epochs and reached the end of the 18th epoch without breaking, then this statue would definitely become a numbered item.

"You want to sell it? How much for it?"

Jenkins asked casually.

"1 penny."

The underwriter smiled.

This statue is just an ordinary antique. Although it has a terrifying history, it is indeed an ordinary object. He took out this thing just to find a reason to stay here and talk to Jenkins reasonably.

"1p."

Jenkins took out a small copper coin from the change jar in the drawer on the counter and pushed it to him, then pulled the statue in front of him, took a look at it, and then bent down to find a box from the corner to put it in.

After finishing this, they started talking again. In fact, Jenkins was also curious about why the insurance salesman came to see him.

"I thought you had left Nolan."

Jenkins' attitude has changed dramatically.

"I originally had such a plan, but then I felt that it was good here, so I wanted to stay for a few weeks to see the human world in this era. I was very lucky, and I made 3 transactions in just half a month. Business, this is indeed the time when I should appear!”

The more he talked, the more excited he became, and Jenkins could fully feel the joy.

But he didn't pour tea for the guest. Jenkins thought it would be better to let him leave as soon as possible.

"So you came here to thank me?"

"That's just one aspect. I have more important things to do."

"What's the matter?"

Jenkins asked, wondering if it was because of the pocket watch insurance last time. He used the pocket watch insurance to cheat the spirit who made the wish come true, but he didn't know whether the sin coin he used when buying the insurance could pay for the cost of restoring the pocket watch from the state of being shattered by the weird object.

But he guessed wrong.

"Want to cooperate?"

The insurance salesman said this with a look of expectation on his face.

"Cooperation?"

"Yes, I heard that you are planning a church bank, and even the official bank of the secular regime of mankind wants to listen to your advice."

"Yes."

Jenkins said hesitantly, and then thought for a while: "You want..."

"Yes, we can cooperate. If you can bring up as many things about the insurance industry as possible when you give advice to those banks, then before the end of this century, I can give you 10% of all the profits I get through insurance contracts."

He showed Jenkins the numbers 9 and 1, which means 91% profit.

This is of course a very generous deal. Jenkins actually doesn't have to do anything. He just deliberately guides when writing reports or giving speeches, and he can get a share of the odd insurance company.

But Jenkins doesn't want to cooperate like this. He never trusts these people or things with numbers.

"You can think about it again. This is a very profitable business."

The insurance salesman read Jenkins's thoughts from his face and said quickly before he spoke. But Jenkins still shook his head:

"I remember that the price of your insurance is life, right? Oh, to be honest, I don't need life, so even if you give me 90%, it's useless to me."

"No, no, you got it wrong! My benefit is not life! That's just an appearance! The real benefit is this!"

As he said, he put his hand into his pocket, then looked behind him to make sure there was no one outside the window, and then put his clenched hand in front of Jenkins and opened it.

In the palm of the insurer's hand lay a gray round coin, which was different from all the sin coins Jenkins had seen before. This coin seemed to have gray flowing gas, not like the ordinary condensed solid like [Seed of Blasphemy] and [Ring of Doom].

"What is this?"

"Sin Coin - Eternal Sin! I can convert my life into such sin coins, although the conversion efficiency is extremely low and the process is quite complicated. I even have to ask... ahem... Anyway, the income of my business is sin coins, not the useless life of mortals. How about it, do you want to consider cooperation? Although this is insignificant to you, it is a transaction with almost no cost after all... Oh, you are really good at negotiating business. If you agree now, I can increase your profit share to 13%!"

"Eternal Sin?"

Jenkins narrowed his eyes subconsciously. In the numbering of sin coins, [Eternal Sin] is second, and the second master is [Ancient Death], the master that Jenkins is about to investigate.

In other words, this is the sin coin of the second master.

"Insurers can make sin coins... I should have thought of it earlier. Since I can get the method of making sin coins from a host in the weird world, there is no reason why these strange creatures that entered the material world from the weird world cannot make sin coins."

"You can all make sin coins?"

"Of course."

The insurer readily admitted: "In fact, one of the purposes of our coming to the material world is to produce sin coins. If not, do you think we are here for tourism?"

This point is acknowledged, that is, all human-shaped weird things, including flower girls and coachmen, can actually make sin coins, and the flesh and souls of humans they collect are actually just intermediate products. Compared with making sin coins, it is obviously more convenient to directly collect the already formed sin coins scattered in the material world, so every time Jenkins proposed to use sin coins as trading currency, the numbered creatures would be extremely excited.

Chapter 1077 Chapter 1059 The Second Way

"What are you going to do with the sin coins?"

Jenkins asked again, and then added:

"As long as you can answer this question for me, I can agree to cooperate with you."

He said with a gleaming look in his eyes, feeling that he was really getting close to the truth.

The cat lay beside Jenkins' hand waiting for that moment. It was also quite excited now, wondering what Jenkins' expression would be like later.

"Oh, that's a really good question...but...the rules...I can't..."

The insurer, who was still expecting, stammered, and even when Jenkins suggested that he could agree to cooperate, he was still hesitant.

"The rules don't allow you to say that, right...what if I use other rules? For example, I want to use sin coins to buy this information."

"That's fine, but such information is expensive, very expensive."

The insurer's eyes lit up, and then he stretched out his fingers and twisted them.

"It doesn't matter, I have some money now."

As he spoke, Jenkins put his hand into his clothes from the collar, found a small cloth bag sewn on the thermal underwear in front of his heart, and then pulled it off forcefully.

Soon, 6 green seeds of blasphemy, 1 golden soul gold and 12 gem-like rings of doom were arranged on the table.

After placing the 19 sin coins on the counter, Jenkins immediately reached out and hugged his cat. He was interested in the pile of colorful coins, but Jenkins couldn't let the cat swallow the coins.

"Oh, you are indeed very rich. I haven't seen so many types of sin coins at one time in many years, such as blasphemous seeds, soul gold and rings of doom."

The insurance salesman squinted at these things, then raised his head and looked at Jenkins with more eager eyes:

"This is indeed a lot, but you have to know that the information you want to obtain is even more precious than this. Although I want to trade with you, this is not enough."

"I don't need complete information, you can say as much as you can."

With that said, Jenkins picked up a Blasphemous Seed, a Soul Gold, and a Ring of Doom and put them back in his hand, and pushed the remaining 16 coins to the insurance salesman.

"Of course it's okay!"

He immediately reached out to pick up the sin coins and put them into his pocket, then looked at Jenkins seriously:

"The essence of sin coins is sin. In addition to conceptual sins, such as greed, blasphemy, lust, ignorance, killing, and arrogance, bones, blood, souls, etc. are also sins. The aggregate of these sins is 17 different sins Mortals cannot hold sin coins for a long time, otherwise they will be corrupted by sin and become something terrible, but sin is not useless, it can..."

"Being carried."

Jenkins had a flash of inspiration and blurted out the answer. The insurance salesman immediately widened his eyes and was very surprised, and subconsciously took a step back. This was of course the correct answer, but he was clearly not prepared to say it:

"How did you know? I didn't say anything. Yes, I didn't say anything. I didn't say it!"

He shouted like crazy, his voice got louder and louder, and finally he turned around and ran away. After rushing out of the antique store, he disappeared along Fifth Queen Avenue and did not even continue to talk to Jenkins about the so-called cooperation.

Jenkins did not chase him, but stared at the void in front of him with his eyes, and subconsciously stroked the well-behaved cat. The 14 sin coins just exchanged for a seemingly useless sentence, but he understood, he understood completely:

"I know in the divinity [Things that can become gods are not here, they cannot be human, and they bear the sins of the world]. I learned from Peter, the aborigine who dominates the world, and the boy who became part of the strange thing, [The gift of the Lord. .....The second way...test...], and the insurance salesman just now clearly pointed out that [sin coins are sins]."

Jenkins took a deep breath, his serious expression completely inconsistent with his inner joy. He finally understood that it was not impossible for a mortal to become a god. When these confusing clues were put together, even without the [Unknown Road Ahead] to guide him, he understood the meaning:

"Mortals follow the master to another world, undergo tests in the other world and are selected by the master, return to the material world through the treacherous realm, and collect sin coins in the material world to become gods!

Those people from the dominant world come just to become gods!

Becoming a god from sin coins is the second way! "

As this line of thought took shape, a huge number of spirits merged into Jenkins' body from the void. He chewed on his thoughts carefully and recalled every scene he had met with the numbered creature in the past six months.

This is an unerring conclusion. Combining the knowledge of divinity, the hints of strange things and the words of an insurance salesman, Jenkins finally found the second way to become a god.

Compared to becoming a god by becoming a savior at the end of the era, this second road is undoubtedly more difficult and longer. If Jenkins wants to take this path, he will not only have to live to the end of this era and experience the so-called disaster, but also go to the Overlord's world, accept the test in the Overlord's world and be selected, and then return to the strange world formed by the fragments of the world. In the material world, we hope that no one will enter the treacherous realm or that those who enter are not very capable. After that, he will have to go through a long period of time to collect an unknown number of sin coins, which should be huge, and then become a god by carrying these sins.

In other words, if Jenkins gave up the first path and took the second path, he would be stupid.