"Sorry, I think we were influenced, what did you just say?"
Miss Broniance is a demigod, and her situation is better than that of Miss Audrey. Of course, it is also possible that forced divination caused mental trauma to the two fortune tellers, which is why this happened.
"So do you want to open the door now?"
Jenkins asked again, and took the hands of the two women to use [Essence of Life].
Although their bodies are not injured, the nourishment of the spirit of nature can effectively nourish the spirit, which is one of the connections between the soul and the body.
"Open the door, it will always open."
In the end it was Miss Broniones who gave her opinion, but Jenkins was also inclined to open the door. After all, after driving away this one, there will be another one, so there is no need to expect to be luckier each time.
The two women and Jenkins returned to the foyer again. It was probably more than thirty degrees below zero. As he touched the doorknob, the frost gave Jenkins a moment of refreshment. He stroked the pathetic cat on his shoulder, then turned the handle and opened the door.
"Oh... hungry..."
At the moment when there was a gap between the door and the door frame, the darkness seemed to turn into a tide and poured into the room, completely submerging the faint light behind him.
The two women, the wall, and the floor beside him disappeared into the darkness in an instant. Only Jenkins, who was emitting a shimmer of gold, and the cat on his shoulder, and the door in his hand still existed.
But the next moment, a huge force struck, and the door was pulled out. Jenkins subconsciously let go of the door handle, otherwise he would have disappeared into the dark distance.
He hurriedly transferred the cat on his shoulder to his arms to prevent it from being taken away by others, but the weird darkness seemed not interested in the cat.
Whispers and whispers came from the dark distance, and the strange touch against the skin made Jenkins mistakenly think that there were tentacles crawling on his body, but those disgusting things did not exist there.
"Hungry... I want rice..."
The golden light on his body illuminated the vicinity, and the sound came from the original location outside the door. Jenkins saw a dark figure curled up not far from him, that figure almost merged with the darkness.
"So it was the wrong choice to meet the fourth knocker... Am I being tricked?"
His inner voice didn't reach the outside world, but the dark thing did stand up as Jenkins thought.
Jenkins sighed, pinching the divine metal hunk hidden in his padded coat. This was hidden on my body when I was preparing the divination materials just now, just to prepare for such a situation.
"It's really bad luck. I just opened the door for the second time and chose the wrong one."
He muttered and complained, and lifted the metal block in his hand. It suddenly lit up, illuminating the darkness like a torch. Jenkins hasn't activated it yet. This is because the power of divinity has sensed the soul and priesthood of God, and is jumping to accumulate power.
This light finally allowed Jenkins to see clearly what was in front of him. It was a little boy dressed in rags, dragging a dirty rice bag in his hand. He was skinny, and his hair was too dirty to distinguish its original color. .
He was no more than fifteen years old, and his stooped body looked like a little forest monster described in the stories of strangers. Severe malnutrition made the boy's bones almost protrude from the fleshy skin, as if there was nothing left in his body except bones.
"Hungry… "
said the boy again, stumbling towards Jenkins. He was standing at the door, so the distance between the two was very close. But he didn't touch Jenkins with this pounce, as if blocked by an invisible barrier.
Jenkins frowned. If he remembered correctly, the position where the invisible barrier sat should be the gate of the house.
He wants to use divinity to solve the upcoming killing situation. Although monsters have a very high priority in this world, the power of god is the ultimate power in this world.
But Jenkins didn't use his divinity after all, because he felt that the boy's appearance was somewhat familiar, and then he felt that the rice bag was very familiar.
He stared into the boy's dark eyes, which had no whites, like light-absorbing black holes, trying to suck Jenkins' soul into them. But this is impossible, because Jenkins' soul is heavy enough.
The boy tried in vain to enter the house through the actual door, but always in vain. Finally he stopped and opened the rice pocket, a deeper and more weird dark world is slowly covering reality...
"Peter?" (Note)
Jenkins called the name, and the boy stopped opening his pockets. The shriveled head slowly lifted up, and the eyes looked directly at Jenkins' face.
This boy is the aborigine of the world that Jenkins fell into when he triggered [Astral Perception] and coincided with [Star Sea Emblem]. Later, [Magic Conch] told him that the name of that world was [Shadow Kingdom].
In the home of the boy Peter, Jenkins, who was in a spiritual state, treated a middle-aged man with [Contact Therapy] and drew them a sack of grain with [Read and Write].
This is what happened the night after the end of "Twin Devils" last fall. Jenkins, who was still very immature at that time, had a deep understanding of the world outside the physical world for the first time.
That was also the opportunity for him to contact the protoss, but it was too long, and Jenkins almost didn't recognize the boy's face just now.
"Are you... God?"
Still with that heavily accented voice, Peter thought he was a god when he summoned Jenkins. Although Jenkins didn't know what he relied on to recognize him at this moment, it was actually correct to call him "God".
"Oh, is it really you?"
Jenkins asked, he noticed that the rice pocket was closed again, so although he still maintained the action of holding the glowing cube with his right hand, he didn't immediately absorb the divinity inside.
Chocolate poked his head out of Jenkins' arms, looking curiously at everything in front of him. Instead of glowing, the cats blend nicely with the dark, matte background, as if there weren't any cats there.
"Oh God..."
The boy staggered back two steps, then crawled down. Now that the ground is now engulfed in darkness, it's more like he's huddled at the level of Jenkins' sole.
"Oh God~"
The boy repeated this sentence, lowered his head and wanted to step back a little bit. Jenkins noticed that the darkness around him was disappearing with his movements, and he could already feel the unique smell of the night in the block.
PS: If you don't remember what happened, please re-read Interval 1: A Short Journey to the Kingdom of Shadows.