Dominator of the treacherous realm Author: Xianyu Xianyuxian

Steampunk, magical mystery, moon righteousness, and eccentric gifts are the key words of the new world.

Time has hurriedly come to the end of the eighteenth **, the epic of the years turned to the last page.

Under the dense fog-shrouded sky, the traveler opened his confused eyes.

The world tree is still young, and the steam industry is rooted in the three complex kingdoms;

Twin demons came to the world, spied on the world maliciously in the shadows and whispers;

The undead lurking in the city, looking up at the sky shrouded in gray mist, sighing for the futility of the innocent;

The real phantom sits behind the curtain, waiting for the arrival of the final day;

On the stage of destiny, the figure flickers, and the position of the protagonist is still unknown;

The stranger looks up to the double moon, angels and evil things dance in the sky;

The hero carries the holy sword, lamenting the disaster that will eventually come;

The uncrowned king hides in the shadows and secretly manipulates the world's changes;

The bell rang at midnight, and the cat leaped on the shoulders of the black-robed man. In front of him, there was an unknown way forward.

Section 1 Chapter One The Beginning of the Convention

　　 Jenkin has a blank expression on his face. It's just a dog food. Is this going through?

　　 "Boy, it's time to gamble on luck."

　　 Under the red and blue moons, the middle-aged man with a beard and scum on his face was "wall-booming" the sweaty Jenkins Williams beside the dilapidated red brick wall, while roaring in a low voice. Under the feet of the two of them is a dark copper-colored, leaky steam pipe, and they don't know who will pay the extra pennies for the steam.

　　 The young man still had a blank face. The last time Barnard saw him, it was when the priest sent by the sect to teach everyone a cultural lesson.

　　 Helpless, the man can only repeat viciously again:

"Boy, I'll tell you again. The monster behind has caught up. We can only enter the [Conception] to gamble on luck. But you have to know that not everyone can enter the [Conception] and possess extraordinary Potential talents are fine, so you have to bet your life!"

　　 "Forget it."

　　 Seeing that the young man in front of him was still blank, Barnard took a step back and turned to look at the dark shadow approaching at the end of the alley.

"Remember, boy, if you die in a while, [Night and the Secret Church] will give your family a certain amount of compensation; if you are not dead and are lucky enough to be our companion, then congratulations on your true contact with the world. True face. I don’t know which righteous **** you believe in, but pray one last time."

　　 "He is a member of the Dark Night and the Hidden Church, who believes in the righteous God [No Light Moon]?"

　　 These information jumped into Jenkin's mind inexplicably.

　　 On the other side, the middle-aged man violently grabbed Jenkins's arm and slammed into the wall. In the last light, Jenkin, no, according to inherited memory, he should be called Jenkins. Jenkins saw that at the corner of the alley, a two-story octopus with dense sucker tentacles was trying to squeeze its body in.

　　 The octopus with dirty green suckers does not seem to have eyes. The dirty garbage and sewage in the alleys have contaminated part of its tentacles. But just by glancing at that image, Jenkins had the illusion that his head was about to explode.

　　 "What the **** is this? Another world version of Cthulhu?"

　　 seems to have passed through a thin film of water, and an indescribable dazzling white light gleamed in front of his eyes. After all the dust settled, Jenkins panted and knelt on the marble floor covered with floating dust, while the middle-aged man on one side looked forward with rejoicing.

　　 In that period that seemed to be an instant, but also seemed to be a permanent white light channel, Jenkins finally sorted out the current situation.

　　 Jenkins Williams, who lives in Privet Road, Sabine District, Nolan, is the second son of the Williams family.

　　 Today is a good day, Jenkins wandered on the street until the night as usual. When he was about to go home to be scolded, he was suddenly attacked by a monster emerging from the ground. While praying loudly [Inheritance of the sage] for blessings, he ran into Mr. Barnard in a frantic escape. Although the latter was able to stop the monster with a "strange beam" for a moment, the two were still stuck in a small area. Alley.

　　According to Jenkin's memories, the real cause of Jenkins' death was to witness a pair of dark eyes hidden in the monster's tentacles. And now Jenkins recalls the very few images left in his memory, and his soul seems to be aching.

　　The memory is here, Jenkins was immediately attracted by the three light spots and three bubbles that appeared in front of him.

　　 "Did you see it? Those light spots."

The middle-aged man beside 　　 asked hesitantly, and Jenkins nodded.

　　 "That's good, congratulations, boy, the truth of the world will be revealed to you. Don't worry, this is not a terrible witchcraft, this is a supernatural power recognized by the church, but you have to report it."

Having said this, he helped Jenkins up, who was still sitting on the marble floor, and the latter discovered that after the two "dipped" into the wall, they seemed to have entered another space, and they were now in a dilapidated and dirty room. Inside.

　　 This should be an ordinary restaurant, and the dim candles on the round dining table barely illuminate the interior. Jenkins could see the doors and windows nailed by the short planks behind them, and the broken cupboard with a missing corner facing the door.

　　 No one has been here for a long time, just a small gesture of getting up can raise a lot of dust. The black leather boots that Jenkins was wearing and the leather shoes on Barnard's feet changed color in a blink of an eye.

　　 The area here is not very large, but the most attractive is a figure in a black robe by the round table.

　　 "There is not much time, I will briefly introduce you, don't interrupt."

　　Barnard looked at the black figure nervously, swallowed, and spoke quickly, regardless of whether Jenkins heard clearly or not.

"There really are those supernatural powers in the story in this world, the bedtime stories that your mother might tell you. You don’t need to doubt this now. Every lucky guy who can awaken power can see it in the early stages of awakening. To two [World Gifts], yes, they are the two light spots in front of you."

one two Three......

　　 Probably there is no number three in this world, right?

　　 Jenkins thought so, but in fact he only used this naive behavior to get rid of his tension. It was definitely not an illusion, the black-robed man who had been motionless at the round table seemed to be looking at him.

　　 "These two light spots are the beginning of your transcendent path. Now tell me what color they are?"

　　 The three soy-sized light spots in front of Jenkins stood still, one white, one green and the other purple. He didn't know what it meant, but according to the general rule, purple should be more precious.

　　 "White and green."

　　 He said so, and looked at Barnard's eyes openly. After all, he didn't lie. This is indeed the color of his "two spots of light in front of him".

　　 "Good luck."

Barnard nodded, turned his head again and glanced at the black-robed man nervously, and said at a faster rate: "Concentrate and touch those two light spots, and you will gain two abilities. One of them is your soul. The crystallization of the deepest traits is the green light spot. The white is the gift of the world, and everyone who first awakens has it."

　　 "What is the meaning of color?"

　　 Jenkins asked quickly.

　　 "Color represents type, white is the foundation, green is life. Okay, let's talk about these things, hurry up."

　　 At this time, the atmosphere in the narrow space is indeed a bit wrong. Even if the black-robed man is motionless, he can still put a lot of pressure on the two of them. And with the passage of time, this kind of pressure has almost caught up with the huge octopus monster Jenkins has seen in his memory.

　　 He followed Barnard's instructions, frowning and looking at the light spot, but it was useless. After hesitating, according to the little knowledge of "spiritual suggestion" and "self-hypnosis" that he knew before crossing, he reached out and touched his temple, and at the same time hinted that he "I'm activating superpowers."

　　PS: Book update: one chapter each at 6:30 in the morning and 6 in the evening.

Section 3 Chapter 2 Deception

　　【Simple Boxing (White Foundation)】

　　【Contact therapy (green life)】

　　 It was useless to ask Barnard, and Jenkins uttered what he saw. These two lines of words that resemble skills were not the general language of the Kingdom that Jenkin knew, but he understood it inexplicably.

　　 "Okay, the healing ability is always the scarce." Barnard said dryly, his eyes still fixed on the black shadow at the table, he looked even more nervous than Jenkins.

　　 pulled Jenkins toward the round table: "I will introduce you here for the time being, and I will talk about everything later. But remember, don’t reveal your abilities casually. This is the most important secret of people like us."

　　 "Of course I know, but isn't this to gain your trust?"

　　 Jenkins slandered in his heart, and then activated his last purple light spot with his spirit:

　　 [Unknown Road Ahead (Purple Destiny)]

　　 So what does this mean?

　　 stepped on the thick dust on the ground and walked to the table. The dust that was stirred up along the way made both of them feel ashamed. But Jenkins noticed that when the two reached the table, the man in black was not affected by any dust.

　　 Jenkins is now a little doubtful whether this is a living person at all. He has never moved or made a sound, just sitting at the table, which has brought strange pressure to the traverser who has just adapted to his identity.

　　 "Sit down."

　　 The hoarse voice came from the opposite side, not like a human voice, but somewhat similar to a mechanically synthesized electronic sound. But given the background that this world is currently in the steam age, electronic sounds are obviously just speculation.

　　 He also noticed that what the mysterious man said was the lingua franca of the Kingdom of Fedictelli, which was more standard than the accents of Barnard and Jenkins with obvious Nolan dialects.

　　 "Do we need to fight?"

　　Barnard pulled Jenkins to sit on the two obtrusive wooden stakes at the table a little nervously, and then asked nervously.

　　 "No." The weird voice sounded again.

"That's good."

　　Barnard's appearance at this time reminded Jenkins of his elder brother secretly going out on a date with his parents on his back, and he thought he hadn't been spotted. But in fact, everyone in the Williams family knew about that.

　　 "Ass is a bit cold, is there ice under the stakes?" Jenkins can only rely on these unreliable thoughts to distract, and the pressure on facing the black-robed man is too great.

Probably misunderstood Jenkins's weird expression into doubts, Barnard explained in a low voice: "[Various Lands] is a series of fragmented worlds formed for unknown reasons. Those of us who are extraordinary need to clean them up regularly. Let's talk about specific things. , You only need to know now that we have very good luck to meet the non-combat type of [Conception]. After all, I am not very good at confronting the enemy head-on, and you are just a little rookie."

　　 Having said this, the middle-aged man motioned to Jenkins not to speak, and he cautiously asked the mysterious person opposite.

　　 "Hello, may I ask, what should we do now?"

　　 "Drink."

　　 The mysterious man answered quickly, and Jenkins even felt that there was no gap between his voice and Barnard's last word.

　　 "Isn't it really a robot? No, according to the world, it should be something like an alchemy puppet."

　　 He wondered slowly, and at the same time he pricked his ears and didn't let go of any words.

But the black-robed man stopped talking. In a moment of silence, the muddy air on the round table seemed to be distorted. Then ten shiny golden bowls suddenly appeared on the table, surrounding the candles that seemed to burn forever. stand up.

　　 The outer surfaces of these golden bowls are all shallowly portrayed with branch-like lines, but Jenkins seems to feel that the shape and posture of these plants are a bit bloodthirsty and ferocious, much like the so-called cannibal vines.

　　 The inner surface of the golden bowl is extremely smooth, and the clear and transparent liquid contained in it, together with the golden bowl, gleams under the dim candle light.

　　 Jenkins exclaimed very cooperatively, and at the same time praised his acting like a movie king in his heart.

　　 Seeing that the black-robed man still didn't speak, Barnard explained again: "Probably let us drink it?"

　　 The black robe man nodded slightly.

　　 "[Crazy Realm] is always like this. As long as you complete a certain goal, you can escape, and then the entrance to the real world will collapse. Of course, if you are lucky, we can still get some benefits from it."

　　 "Then what if it fails?"

　　 Jenkins asked immediately, with a nervous expression of excitement and panic on his face trying to pretend.

　　 Maybe I should have become an actor in the first place.

　　 "Do you think the big octopus you just saw crawled out of the sea?"

　　 He didn't elaborate on it, but Jenkins could almost guess it. Two people died after failure, and the things in [Conception] would run into the real world.

　　 I don’t know if I have not completely accepted the fact of crossing. Jenkins is not afraid of the current situation, but feels inexplicably excited.

　　 Steampunk, treacherous magic, supernatural?

　　 The excitement even made his whole body tremble, but Barnard seemed to think it was fear.

　　 "In other words, we need to drink the liquid in these bowls before we can leave?"

　　 Jenkins asked again in a low voice, his voice trembling, but the black-robed man facing him did not reply.

　　 "Maybe one person can drink one bowl alone."

　　Barnard also guessed that he carefully looked up at the black-robed man, but still did not respond.

　　 The narrow interior is very hot and stuffy. In terms of physical sense, it is probably the late summer season before entering the paradise, and it seems to be the hottest summer. Jenkins didn't know how long the original owner of the body had been running, but at the moment he sat down, his sweat quickly evaporated and all his underwear was stuck to his body.

　　 He even suspects that the middle-aged man next to him and the black-robed man on the opposite side can smell the sweat on his body. After all, in memory, the wild boy Jenkins is not a person who loves to take a bath.

　　 "I'll come first."

　　 Barnard seemed to have made up his mind, turning his head and whispering to Jenkins.

　　 He is now very fortunate that the person he met just now was a good person. At least, he did not force the "poor little rookie" to step on the thunder.

　　 "Sir, this is really..."

　　 No matter which world you are in, this kind of person is worthy of respect. Jenkins is not the kind of person who is ungrateful.

　　 "Don't worry, my luck is not so bad."

　　 The middle-aged man murmured to himself as if he was emboldened, his body twisting on the stake.