When the body's heterogeneous talk was fully completed, Miss Magic explained the choices they had made. Before entering the strange land, the women learned that having items that could represent the identity of a different species would be very beneficial to the next action.
This week is almost the deadline for this strange world to exist, that's why Miss Yindi desperately scraped together enough cash to buy the crown. And Mr. Candle entered here by mistake—if he is telling the truth, the probability of carrying similar items on him is very low.
"But you can try."
Miss Magic suggested from the side. When the heavy rain fell on her body, the rune energy immediately evaporated the water vapor, covering the woman with a layer of white mist. Miss Silver Flute was familiar with her new body in silence. Although she still maintained her human form, she seemed to be more difficult to control her body than the completely alienated Miss Magic.
"Blessers are used to carrying all kinds of strange items to go out... If you really don't have one, I suggest choosing Frost Giants, this race has the most powerful power."
"Strange item?"
Jenkins had a premonition that if he took out the toy dagger he got two days ago, there was a half chance that he would be considered to have chosen the [Elf] race.
But he won't do that for the time being. This weapon is considered by the god of music to "save the world". Before it works, Jenkins doesn't want others to see it, so as not to cause complications.
As for the other weird items...
He began to take things out of his pockets, blades of grass, gems, metal pointers, bearings, sticks...
Except for the gems, everything looked like garbage. But fortunately, the wooden stick radiated colorful light in the rain, which meant that it could be regarded as an item pointing to a specific race.
"This is the left leg left by the self-destruct puppet in the basement of Blizzard Villa!"
"Very well, Puppeteer!"
Before Jenkins could react, the weirdo in front of the broken house shouted loudly. Black thunder fell from the sky in an instant, hitting Jenkins and the cat on his shoulder. When the scattered black lightning disappeared, Jenkins was still standing there, but he and the cat had become puppets. The appearance, height, and body shape have not changed at all, but the joints have more wooden structures exposed outside the skin, and the body has more edges and corners. At the same time, the sound of rain hitting the body makes a sound of dong dong dong~.
Jenkins raised his hand to look at his right arm, part of which was a different color of wood than the rest of his body. It looked older and harder and more powerful, the part of the wood that was left over from the self-destruct puppet.
"Oh~"
"Meow~"
Both Jenkins and Chocolate saw each other's strange appearance, and one person and one cat giggled together.
Jenkins still didn't realize that the presence of chocolate was something very unusual. And the cat has changed with Jenkins, and only occasionally gets playful and wants to try it out.
Of course, the black lightning brought more than just changes in the body. Among the ability spots in front of Jenkins, five people including [Mechanical Light], [Contact Death], [Cat's Grace], [Fire Favor], and [Player] This ability has become gray and unavailable, and five new abilities including [Wooden Body], [Line Manipulator], [Strong Elemental Resistance], [Weak Photosynthesis] and [Spiritual Storm] appeared in the ability light spot. outermost circle.
Jenkins speculates that these five abilities are the power brought by the current additional state, and they will disappear after exiting the paradox.
"Come in now, to entertain the first guest."
The weird man backed away with a grin, and the door that was originally covered by it opened with a creak. The sound of the door opening was so clear that not even the sound of rain could cover it up.
It was completely dark behind the door, and the three standing in the rain couldn't see anything.
Jenkins and his companions looked at each other, and then he realized that he couldn't find the eyes of Miss Magic's rune body. He coughed and stepped forward first, and the women followed closely behind.
The size of the space behind the door was inconsistent with the house observed with the naked eye, which Jenkins had already guessed. But what he didn't guess was that sitting in the alcohol-smelling tavern would be a tentacle monster with an shapeless body.
The standard name for this creature is "Albacus Alien", a species whose origin is completely unknown, and may not even be life in this universe. Such speculation is mainly because the life form of this race is different from all known species forms. [The Church of All Things and Nature] once announced that the Albacus alien is not part of "nature".
It is like a mass of flowing water, fixed on the chair. Just being there can unconsciously affect space and spirit. This is the instinctive talent of this kind of monster. It seems that their existence has the opposite meaning to the word "order".
Fortunately, the Albacus alien completely disappeared in the 15th century. It is said that a certain great person directly took action and erased those strange and dangerous things from the conceptual level.
Jenkins had only seen stick figures of these things in books, and although they looked nothing like the real ones, when the severe headache and dizziness hit, he had already come up with the answer.
He has not felt such a spiritual attack for a long time, and as he gradually becomes stronger, the power of the soul is even rarer in the material world.
The moment he entered the door, he almost fell, but when he managed to stand up, the two women behind him were already lying on the ground and convulsed.
"Damn it, I knew it wouldn't be that simple!"
He cursed secretly, then stumbled over the alien to the bar of the bar. Randomly picked up the outermost wine bottle, poured the alcohol into a wooden wine glass with a handle, and then placed it in front of the Alien Albacus.
"Please drink."
Puppet Jenkins said.
The tentacle-shaped body began to slowly flow and deform with Jenkins' words. The viscous and disgusting voice gradually became clearer, but the monster didn't touch the wine glass. Instead, in the center of its body, it used the amorphous viscous body and dark hairy tentacles to construct an ordinary picture. human face:
"Have you ever thought about going home?"
"Um?"
Jenkins froze for a moment, suspecting that he had an auditory hallucination. He shook his head violently, and took a step back to signal that he didn't want to say anything.
"Foreigners... We are all foreigners, don't you think about going back..."