Even though he thought that what he guessed was the truth, the reason why Jenkins didn't directly state his inference was because he didn't see at all which emblem of the savior corresponds to this paradox.
After going through the first seven floors, there are only [unknown way forward] and [world tree seedlings], the two abilities that accompanied him at first, without corresponding. But this paradox seems to have nothing to do with fate, and the steel-themed background is even more contrary to the life of World Tree.
This meant that he must still have something to understand, and furthermore, there must be a trap that he had not discovered, so he must not rashly express his guess to that metal head.
But since it is roughly determined that the "unspeakable thing" that descended is the difference engine, then the physical characteristics of the problematic guy who got on board must be that a certain part of his body has been transformed into metal. In order to hide from the ship's judgment, the transformation ratio will not be too much, so there is still fear, and it was not discovered by Jenkins when he used [Fear Aura] to identify it.
Since the difference engine can make the texture of the metal tentacles look like flesh and blood, it must be possible to visually make the metal body the same as the normal body.
Use the [Theory of Myriad Chances] to check everyone on the deck, and you will be able to find those who are not normal. But this ability still has great uses, so it can't be used like this.
Fortunately, chocolate is by his side now. Even if Jenkins can't feel the creation of the difference machine, his sensitive sense of smell can easily tell who has the smell of metal.
"You can smell it, right?"
He turned to ask his cat, and the cat nodded quickly, keeping its eyes on Jenkins.
Two little paws are tightly grasping the shoulders of the coat, while the head sticks out, eyes closed and the cute little nose shrugging. After Chocolate closed his eyes, Jenkins tapped the tip of its nose, causing the cat to wave its paw threateningly, and then continued to distinguish whether someone had a strange smell.
It has to be said that in order to hide the truth from Jenkins, the Difference Machine really did a lot of work on those who were transformed. Jenkins couldn't feel that its creation was nearby, and his almost omnipotent sense of chocolate smell in the past didn't find the target immediately.
Although I didn't find it right away, I found it after a few minutes.
Stretching out the paw, it pointed to the man on the left side of the female sailor, about ten people away from her. His clothes were clean, a brown vest over a black overcoat, and black patched trousers on his lower body. There are no shoes on the feet, and both feet are stretched forward. When Jenkins passed by just now, he was very careful to avoid them, fearing that he would accidentally step on each other.
The man originally lowered his head, probably feeling Jenkins' gaze, so he raised his head to look at him. As soon as their eyes met, the man knew he had been spotted.
Without any hesitation, he jumped up and wanted to jump off the boat. But the sword in Jenkins' hand was faster than his, piercing the man's chest and pinning him to the deck.
The curse of the Star Demon Sword quickly eroded the man's body, and the place where the chest was pierced turned towards the surroundings, and there appeared some traces of black and silver intertwined stars. This is the external manifestation of the spread of the curse. The curse of the sword comes from the "star stone", so the form of expression is also related to the starry sky.
The man wailed uncontrollably, adding his voice to the originally calm deck. The people around him consciously moved to the side to prevent the fight from hurting them.
"Are you the one who raped?"
Jenkins asked, the black and silver markings on the man's chest had almost spread to his neck. His wailing sound gradually became smaller, and he turned his throat into a "hoo hoo~" sound, as if he couldn't breathe with yellow-green sticky thick phlegm stuck in his throat.
"You... you found me so undisguisedly, aren't you worried that my companion will escape?"
The man was buying time for himself, and Jenkins answered his question as if he didn't see it:
"Don't be stupid, before I touch the people on the boat, can the people on the boat move or speak?"
This is to prevent asylum seekers who really want to help Jenkins from directly telling him the answer to the paradox, so no one can make a big move until it is resolved.
"Let me go, I also have the news you want to know, I know more, I won't lie."
"I'm not worried about you lying."
Holding the hilt of the sword and turning it slightly, with Jenkins' perception, he can fully feel the scene of the sword cutting the flesh and blood.
"Then will you let me go?"
"Of course not, there is no reason for me to let you betray humanity."
After getting Jenkins' answer, the painful expression on the man's face became even more terrifying. He suddenly reached out and pressed on his heart, and then both Jenkins and the cat heard a "click".
With the heart as the center, the brass-colored markings are under the skin, extending to the entire body, and the extended veins are the arteries and veins of the human body. Those brassy markings easily suppressed the black and silver traces that appeared due to the curse of the magic sword. It made the surface of the man's body look like there were several brass-colored slender chains.
"This idea is very good. The manual trigger mechanism is set below the chest. But I am curious, if someone hits your chest with great force, will it also trigger the current symptoms?"
"Savior, you are too confident, do you really think I have no strength to resist?"
With a punch to Jenkins, Jenkins let go of the hilt and took a light step back. The brass color has infected most of the blood vessels in the man's body, and the metal-colored palm grasped the magic sword inserted into his chest, and then pulled out the magic sword.
The man made a gesture of holding a sword.
Indeed, the Star Demon Sword is a B-category supernatural, anyone can use it as long as they hold it. This is different from the C-category gift [Sacred Bone Sword].
Jenkins shook his head:
"I'm sure I'm confident, but my confidence is justified."
He swung the [Great Sword of Eternal Fire of Sin Karma] in front of him, and the dim flames on the sword immediately ignited, pulling out a gorgeous curtain of fire in front of him.
Both of them stopped talking nonsense, and the man made a standard sword-drawing action, charging towards Jenkins bravely like a charging knight in the old days. Sweeping with a sword, he thought that Jenkins would block it with the big sword, but he didn't expect that Jenkins stretched out his left hand and held the blade of the magic sword with his left hand. His hand didn't even bleed, it just scratched the skin That's all:
"It's not the same now as before."
Now he can defeat the ancient Balrog by melee alone, and the world tree nurtured by the four seasons will not be as fragile as before.
One person held the sword and the other held the blade. After a moment of wrestling, Jenkins was able to rotate the blade around because of the posture of holding the blade. The man's hand never let go, so the man's wrist was also rotated around. .
His hand is still a normal hand, and what he hears when he rotates is the normal sound of bone cracking.
"What exactly did that thing promise you to do this for it?"
Jenkins was curious.
"Freedom, the freedom to live in the real world."
So Jenkins didn't ask any more questions, and slashed down with the spiral sword in his right hand. The blade of the sword hit the opponent's head with great force, and a transparent protective cover appeared on top of the man's head for an instant, and then shattered like glass. After the dull sound of the burning sword, he smashed his whole body into the deck. Then the deck seemed to come alive, swallowing the man's body and repairing the dent that Jenkins had smashed, but the metal part was spit out.
It was a brass-colored and exquisitely crafted heart. If it was taken out alone, it would look like a metal model of the heart. Jenkins reached out to check it, but before Jenkins touched it, the heart automatically disintegrated into a bunch of meaningless small gears. This appearance was a bit like the effect of [Gear Light].
"Are you so cautious..."
This was the first target to be resolved, and Jenkins did not let Chocolate continue to identify, but returned to the female boatswain again:
"The light on the deck is almost exhausted. Is there any way to dispel the surrounding fog?"
In fact, there is still a lot of light left on the deck, but Jenkins wants to plan ahead, not to solve the problem at the most urgent moment.
"The figurehead can be illuminated to better clear the fog, but it's drained of power and you need to wake it up."
"Wake up with what?"
"Three gallons of water (approximately 13.6 liters), poured directly on the figurehead. Can be more, but not less."
Jenkins waited, thinking there was more material, but the woman stopped talking.
"Just three gallons of water? Wait, can't you use the water from the river? It's polluted?"
"No, the water in the river will do."
Jenkins raised his eyebrows:
"How difficult is this?"
"The difficulty lies in how you fetch the water."
"Isn't there an empty barrel here?"
But the fat woman just smiled and motioned Jenkins to try it himself.
There was indeed an empty barrel on the deck, with two damp rags tied together in it. Jenkins tied the bucket with fishing line and threw it overboard.
Just as the bucket flew out, the metal tentacles under the water stabbed it directly, wrapping around the bucket and trying to pull it down. Of course, Jenkins refused to let go, so the two forces pulled, and the bucket broke directly, and Jenkins only pulled back a quarter of the wreckage of the barrel.
"It turns out that any non-metallic object sticking out of the boat will be attacked."
Jenkins understood.
Although there are only wooden barrels on the deck, there are a lot of metal parts here, enough for him to make a small barrel by himself, so there is no need to waste [Call the Wind and Rain], he is quite confident in his craftsmanship.