"The gift of the great master?"
Jenkins stumbled back, not even noticing that he said the word "master" directly.
He had to admit that he hesitated for a second, but the figures of Hathaway, Britney, Alexia, Papa, Mary and Robert immediately appeared, and his cat couldn't live without him. Jenkins can fully imagine that once he disappears, Chocolate will be depressed all day long, and finally die of depression.
The stranger has found his bond in the strange world, and he doesn't want to go to another place to become a stranger.
"Sorry, I'm honored to be invited by the great master, but I don't want to leave the material world."
As he spoke, he tensed his muscles, worried that the black-robed man in the dilapidated house in the cemetery would become angry. But fortunately, at least the worst didn't happen, and Jenkins didn't feel angry.
"Are you sure you want to reject my lord's invitation?"
Jenkins only felt incredible from that sentence.
"Yes, I'm sorry, although I completely understand what you mean, but I don't think I want to leave the physical world yet."
Jenkins repeated it again, and then fell silent. This is of course an extremely precious opportunity, for any mortal other than him, this is simply a straight path to becoming a god. As long as the luck is good enough and the mind is firm enough, the probability of becoming a god is far higher than staying in the material world and waiting for the end of life.
It's really very quiet here, there are no insects or birds, only strange rustling sounds from the shadow of the tombstone, and something seems to be shaking in the tomb.
"So that's the case, that's really a pity."
It took a long time for the black robe in the house to say that, and Jenkins really felt regret from his words.
"So can I leave?"
He asked cautiously.
"Of course, of course, since you want to give up, then leave, as long as you don't regret it..."
The man in black in the room said vaguely, as if he didn't expect someone to refuse. Jenkins nodded quickly, looked around, and waited, but nothing happened.
"Um... sorry, where is the door?"
Jenkins couldn't wait to leave this place now, and decided that if it wasn't necessary, he would never test any suspicious things in the future.
"The door? The door to leave?"
The man in black in the room asked, before Jenkins asked again, he said to himself:
"Sorry, when my lord sent me to the material world, he didn't let me create a door to leave here."
The face was facing Jenkins, but because of the drooping hood, Jenkins couldn't imagine what he was talking to. As soon as his heart sank, he knew that these terrible monsters were not so easy to touch.
This should not be the master's malice, after all, that "ancient god of death" has nothing to do with him. It's probably because this weird thing doesn't know what he's thinking, but no matter what, Jenkins will not give up life in the material world.
"Tell me, how many sin coins do you need to open the door?"
He asked straightforwardly, and then remembered that because of the news of buying the insurance company, he seemed to have only three crime coins on him.
"99 [Eternal Sins]!"
"Oh, it seems that you have no intention of letting me go."
Jenkins said in a sarcastic tone, but the other party didn't respond, still sitting at the rotten table.
"Are you so confident that I can't beat you, or find a way out by yourself?"
If it is not necessary, Jenkins is unwilling to do it directly. Because when he visited the church today, he didn't have the metal block that sealed the divinity on him, so he wasn't sure if he was the opponent of this weird thing in front of him.
"Here are the space fragments formed by the power of our lord, which is almost equivalent to the 'strange land' that you mortals call. If you have the confidence to kill the interpreter of the rules in the strange land, and use your own power to break open the space of the strange land, Then you can try it."
"This is a strange place? What about the rules?"
"No, this is the space wreckage condensed after the paradox entered the material world. Although the nature of power is the same as that of the paradox, there are no rules here. I have the final say on everything."
Hearing this, Jenkins was silent for a while. Feeling the spirit of death that is almost everywhere in this world, he suddenly asked:
"I am not an ordinary mortal in the material world. Don't you worry about problems if you trap me like this?"
"I can feel your strange soul, but this place is blessed by the power of our lord, and you cannot directly contact those great gods."
"Sure enough, it's not that it's not afraid of gods, but it's very clear that the power of gods is isolated here..."
Feel the mighty power of the state of the Holy Son's blessing in your heart, but you really can't feel anything. After hesitating for a while, Jenkins asked again:
"Then are you not worried about those existences that are equal to the great master [Ancient Death]?"
At the same time as I asked this question, I suddenly returned to that strange place on the train. That was when Jenkins first came into contact with the word "master", and it was also the moment when the deepest secrets of the world were first revealed to him.
But it wasn't half a year ago now. Even if he didn't rely on those mighty forces, Jenkins still had more than half the confidence to get out from here on his own.
"Equal existence... hmm?"
For the first time, Jenkins sensed doubt and fear in his tone.
"Have you not… "
"Profanity made!"
The appearance of the vines was a second slower than Jenkins expected, but those thick and twisted plants still pierced through the space wall like a bamboo, and squeezed directly into this world.
As soon as he entered, the strong spirit of death made the vines tremble. Then, as if they had been activated with ferocity, they stretched out even more ferociously, like a big snake, only slamming into the open door of the broken house.
The turbulent vines quickly blocked Jenkins' vision, and he could only see the green ones with short white tentacles rushing into the cemetery house like a flood as the space hole got bigger and bigger.
The room was almost crushed, and Jenkins heard sounds like swallowing, sharp weapons waving, and dull explosions. Occasional strange sounds made the ground tremble, but Jenkins soon understood that the tremor was not due to the fighting in the house, but something from the tomb crawling out.
Those terrifying undead who had been sleeping for so many years woke up very quickly, crawling out of the soil before Jenkins could react. Thousands of undead rushed towards the dilapidated house from far away on the horizon. The rotting flesh, alienated bones, and distorted faces were all impacting Jenkins' spirit.