Jenkin had a blank expression on his face, it was just a piece of dog food, did he cross time
"Boy, it's time to gamble on luck."
Under the red and blue moons, the middle-aged man with a bearded face growled in a low voice while "wall dong" the sweaty Jenkins Williams next to the dilapidated red brick wall. Under the two of them was a dark copper-colored, leaking steam pipe, and no one knew who would pay the extra pennies for the steam.
The young man still had a dazed expression on his face. The last time Barnard saw this expression was when the priests sent by the religious order were giving them extra cultural lessons.
Helpless, the man could only repeat viciously:
"Boy, let me tell you again, the monster behind has already caught up, and we can only enter the [Deceitful Realm] to gamble on luck. But you must know that not everyone can enter the [Deceitful Realm]. Potential talents can, so you have to bet your life!"
"never mind."
Seeing that the young man in front of him still looked dazed, Barnard took a step back and turned to look at the black figure approaching at the end of the alley.
"Remember, kid, if you die in a while, [Evening and the Hidden Church] will give your family a certain amount of compensation; if you are not dead, and you are lucky enough to become our companion, then congratulations on your real access to the world True face. I don’t know which righteous god you believe in, but let’s pray one last time.”
"He is a member of the Dark Night and the Hidden Church, who believes in the righteous god [Lightless Moon]?"
These messages inexplicably jumped into Jenkin's mind.
On the other side, the middle-aged man grabbed Jenkins' arm and slammed it towards the wall. In the last peripheral vision, Jenkin, no, according to the inherited memory, it should be called Jenkins. Around the corner of the alley, Jenkins saw a two-story-tall octopus with densely packed sucker tentacles trying to squeeze its body in.
The octopus with its dirty green suckers seemed to have no eyes, and some of its tentacles had been stained by the filthy garbage and sewage in the alley. But just looking at that image gave Jenkins the illusion that his head was about to explode.
"Damn what is this? Another world version of Cthulhu?"
As if passing through a thin film of water, an indescribably dazzling white light shone in front of my eyes. After all the dust settled, Jenkins panted heavily and knelt on the marble floor full of floating dust, while the middle-aged man on one side looked forward with joy.
In that seemingly instant but seemingly permanent passage of white light, Jenkins finally sorted out the current situation.
Jenkins Williams, who lives in Privet Drive, Sabine District, Nolan City, is the second son of the Williams family.
It was a fine day, and Jenkins wandered the streets into 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 for the blessing of the [Sage of Inheritance], while fleeing frantically for his life, he ran into Mr. Barnard. Although the latter was able to stop the monster for a moment with a "strange light beam", the two were still stuck in a small road. alley.
According to the recollection obtained by Jenkins, the real cause of Jenkins' death was witnessing a pair of black eyes hidden in the monster's tentacles. But now Jenkins recalled the few pictures left in his memory, and his soul seemed to be aching.
This is the end of the memory, and Jenkins was immediately attracted by the three light spots and three bubbles that appeared in front of him.
"Did you see that? Those dots of light."
The middle-aged man on the side asked hesitantly, and Jenkins nodded.
"That's good, congratulations, kid, the truth of the world is about to be revealed to you. Don't worry, this is not some terrible witchcraft. This is a supernatural power recognized by the church, but you have to report it."
Speaking of this, he helped Jenkins who was still sitting on the marble floor, and the latter realized that the two of them seemed to have entered another space after "drilling" into the wall, and they were now in a dilapidated and dirty room Inside.
This should be a restaurant in an ordinary residence, and the dim candles on the round dining table barely illuminate the interior. Jenkins could see the short-boarded windows and doors behind them, and the battered cupboard facing the door with a corner missing.
No one has been here for a long time, just a small movement of getting up can raise a lot of dust. Jenkins' own black cowhide boots and Barnard's leather shoes changed color in an instant.
The area here is not very large, and the most attractive thing is a figure in a black robe next to the round table.
"There's not much time. Let me introduce you briefly. Don't interrupt."
Barnard looked nervously at the black figure, swallowed, and spoke quickly, regardless of whether Jenkins could hear clearly.
"The supernatural powers in the stories really exist in this world, which are the bedtime stories your mother might tell you. You don't need to doubt it now. Every lucky person who can awaken the power can see it in the early stage of awakening. To two [World Gifts], yes, they are the two light spots in front of you."
one two three…
Maybe there is no number three in this world
Jenkins thought so, in fact, he just relieved his tension through this childish behavior. It was definitely not an illusion, the man in black who had been motionless at the round table seemed to be looking at him.
"These two light spots are the beginning of your extraordinary journey, now tell me what color are they?"
In front of Jenkins were three soybean-sized light spots that stood still, one white, one green, and one purple. He didn't know what this meant, but according to the general rule, the purple ones should be more precious.
"White and green."
He said so, and looked into Barnard's eyes frankly. After all, he was not lying, this was indeed the color of his "two light spots in front of his eyes".
"Good luck."
Barnard nodded, turned his head and glanced nervously at the man in black again, and said more quickly: "Concentrate on touching those two light spots, and you will get two abilities. One of them is your soul." The crystallization of the deepest qualities, that is, the green light spot. The white one is a gift from the world, and everyone who first awakened has it."
"What's the point of color?"
Jenkins asked quickly.
"Color represents type, white is the foundation, and green is life. Well, let's talk about these things, hurry up."
At this time, the atmosphere in the narrow space was indeed a bit wrong. Even if the black-robed man remained motionless, he could still put tremendous pressure on the two of them. And with the passage of time, this pressure has almost caught up with the huge octopus monster Jenkins saw in his memory.
Following Barnard's instructions, he frowned and looked at the point of light, but it was useless. After hesitating for a moment, according to the little knowledge of "spiritual suggestion" and "self-hypnosis" he knew before crossing, he reached out and touched his temple, and at the same time hinted to himself that "I am activating superpowers".
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