"What you have to do is to choose the right person to help you find the location of that door."
The tip of the tail in the balled body is raised, pointing upwards. Jenkins remembered looking up.
As far as the eye can see, the end of the cave can be seen. There are pitch-black rocks above, and brass-colored metal cocoons hang from under the rocks. The gushing airflow in the magma sea below caused the cocoons suspended by the chains to shake continuously, and it seemed that they were about to fall in the next moment.
The number of fusiform metal cocoons exceeded three digits, and Jenkins was not in the mood to count the exact number.
"Savior, the rules are simple. You have three chances, choose three metal cocoons, and convince the creatures in them to enter the magma to help you find the door to leave here."
The mechanical snake with a human face looked at Jenkins spitting out the letter, and the tip of its tail shook slightly, which was like the movement of a rattlesnake:
"There are creatures in every metal cocoon, I can guarantee this. They have the ability to move in magma, but whether they will help you or not depends on you."
"In other words, as long as you find the door?"
Jenkins asked.
"Yes, just find the door..."
Before it finished speaking, Jenkins jumped directly from the boulder to the bottom. In a normal treacherous world, following the rules is correct, but in the delusional world of the difference machine, following the rules will only lead to faster death.
"Ice."
In the process of falling, he himself was filled with cold air, and when he got close to the upper layer of magma, he had even turned into a falling white frost flower.
The frost flower fell on the magma, and under the contact of cold and heat, the white steam mist immediately rushed upwards, and even the human-faced snake that probed downward could not see what was happening at the bottom.
"Oh, what an impulse~"
Snake spat out the message and retracted, and waited for a few seconds with a strange smile on his face. Sure enough, he saw Jenkins sitting on the high stool and flew back as if fleeing for his life.
Behind him, a large black hand stretched out from the bottom of the magma, and then held the raised rock. When the hand retracted, it took away a third of the volume of the rock, and Jenkins landed back.
"You are too impulsive. I didn't have time to tell you that there are some crazy big demons living in the magma. Only the creatures in the metal cocoon will not provoke their attacks."
By now, Jenkins has understood the general information of this strange situation. First of all, this place was originally supposed to be part of [Lava Hell], and it was stripped to form space fragments before this strange environment came into being. And according to the requirements of the Rebel Ceremony, there is a great possibility that this corresponds to [Twin Demons].
But since he is a "fate-defying person", he must disobey the fate of the [Twin Devils]. Jenkins doesn't know how to do this.
He had used the [Ice Condensation] ability just now, and although he failed to allow himself to enter the magma, at least there had been a cooling rocky area below because of the cooling of the ice. The operation wasn't a complete failure, at least it didn't appear to be a total failure for now.
"So, choose a metal cocoon... Or, you can jump into lava again."
The snake with a human face said.
Jenkins snorted and glanced upwards, pointing to the one directly above the boulder:
"Choose this."
The sound of the chain sliding sounded from high above, and the dragged metal cocoon fell with the brass-colored chain. It fell heavily on the rocks, but fortunately it was a "soft landing", otherwise Jenkins would have to worry that the big rock under his feet would completely fall downwards.
Seeing that the human-headed snake did not move, Jenkins called out his sword and forcibly split the outer shell of the metal cocoon. Immediately, thick black mist gushed out of it, and Jenkins smelled a familiar smell. This smell was impressively the unique "urban smell" formed by Nolan City due to long-term polluting factory exhaust emissions.
He stepped back clutching his nose, and saw a skinny middle-aged human with a bare upper body, wearing a miner's cap and holding a mining pick in his left hand crawling out of the metal cocoon in the black mist. His upper body was smeared with black soot, and his lower body was wearing black trousers. The trousers seemed to be worn out. There were two or three patches on the trousers, which were also stained by soot.
The dying man climbed out of the metal cocoon. Seeing his appearance, Jenkins immediately stepped forward to check his physical condition.
This person was only one step away from death, but he just couldn't die. Jenkins guessed that the strange world fixed his life state, preventing him from falling on the verge of death.
"No, it doesn't seem to be a living person... Is this a spirit body?"
"Help... help me."
The hoarse voice asked Jenkins for help. The miners also used the lingua franca of the Fidetictli Kingdom in the 18th century, but judging from the accent, they were not from the Norland area in the west of the kingdom, but rather from the northern mountainous area.
"Who are you, do you remember how you got here?"
He lifted the miner up and leaned himself against the slit metal cocoon.
"Remember."
The miner nodded weakly:
"There was a mining disaster and we all died. My soul kept flying, and then I came here and was caught in a cocoon by... something terrible. Yes, oh, the devil, it was the devil!"
His voice suddenly rose, his face turned upward and he almost stood up, but after speaking, he shrank into a ball again, and his body twitched continuously, which was a sign of extreme fear.
"The soul after death was captured by the devil..."
Jenkins thought, and then asked:
"May I ask, which god do you believe in?"
The miner didn't answer, but looked at Jenkins with a little fear, curled up and lowered his head.
Because of his acquaintance with Mr. Augustus, Jenkins also understands the "normal procedure" after death for mortals in the physical world. Except for very few special cases, the essence core of the soul of the deceased will enter the world that dominates [Ancient Death God], so as to continue walking, and most of the soul will stay in the material world.
The miner in front of him was a complete soul. Thinking about it, there must be something wrong with his belief that he didn't dare to say. It was either evil gods or those messy evil things. That's why he was captured by demons after death.
"I probably understand, so do you have the ability to go deep into magma?"
"Yes, but that would burn my soul... sir, please..."
He begged to grab Jenkins' leg, and Jenkins stepped back unnoticed. Looking at the human-faced mechanical snake, the latter still maintained that terrifying smile.
"So, I have found someone who can help me find the door, right?"
"You can let him try it. He claims to be capable. How can I know if what he said is a lie?"
The snake with a human face accentuates the word "lie," which Jenkins thinks is sarcasm.