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Chapter 6: Legitimate gathering
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    #panic# if possible can you upload Gemini AI translation of this novel.

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    ## Lord of the Enigmatic Realm

    ### Chapter 4

    **Author:** Salted Fish Immortal (咸鱼咸鱼仙)

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    "How does one prove it?" Jenkins asked, his syntax deliberately strange.

    Hearing this, the man opposite him seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. He gestured to the four people behind him, signaling them not to panic.

    "Release your Spiritual Mark," he said.

    Jenkins fell silent. This was yet another term he had never heard of.

    Perhaps misunderstanding Jenkins' silence, Mr. Hood explained, "We have no intention of prying into your true identity, but we must confirm that you are not a fugitive criminal fleeing from another city. While we gather in secret out of distaste for the **[Registration Act]** and a lack of faith in the Orthodox Church, we are absolutely not a criminal syndicate."

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    ### Section 8 | Chapter 7: Information Exchange (Part 1)

    *This is different from what I imagined. Are these people here just for some sort of 'hobbyist club'?*

    Jenkins nodded. He reached up and tapped his temple to activate the **[Eye of Truth]**. The sudden movement frightened the five individuals, causing them to take a synchronized step back.

    "I need to verify your Spiritual Marks first," Jenkins said.

    "Acceptable."

    Mr. Hood nodded. In Jenkins' vision, five specks of light floated in front of the man: one white, two red, and two yellow. In the next instant, the red speck in the very center flared brightly, and the illusion of a red, winged bird materialized in the air before Mr. Hood.

    It was merely a phantom, no larger than the palm of a hand.

    The other four stepped forward one by one. Just as Mr. Hood had done, the central speck of light before each of them illuminated. Soon, a red cloud, a yellow five-hole piccolo, a yellow regular hexagon, and a green arm manifested in the air.

    "Alright," Jenkins said, turning his gaze inward to his own specks of light.

    He had a serious problem: the position that could be considered the "dead center" was occupied by both a green and a purple light simultaneously.

    *Could this be because I absorbed the soul fragments of this body's original owner?*

    He recalled Barnard mentioning the "Soul Trait" ability. It seemed his guess was correct.

    After a brief moment of deliberation, he decided to test the purple speck of light. Barnard already knew he possessed a green ability, and Jenkins was unwilling to risk exposing his identity.

    Focusing his gaze on the light, he imagined an invisible substance flowing through his body. A cool current of air smoothly manifested and poured directly into the speck of light before his eyes.

    A purple pentagram flickered into existence in the air, before finally stabilizing.

    "Purple?" a sharp, high-pitched female voice asked in confusion. "White is Basic, Red is Martial, Yellow is Incantation, Gold is Divine... what type of ability is purple?"

    "Do not pry into others' privacy!" warned Mr. Hood, who stood beside her. The woman immediately nodded.

    "There is no such mark on the wanted bounty lists."
    "I've never even heard of a purple ability."
    "He's not a wanted criminal from around Nolan City."
    "Anyone with a pentagram for a mark isn't a bad person."

    The group turned in unison to look at the person who had spoken the last sentence—the same woman with the sharp, high-pitched voice.

    "Your words just exposed the fact that you worship the Lady of **[Mystery and Rituals]**," Mr. Hood pointed out.

    Jenkins had never heard of the Lady of **[Mystery and Rituals]**, but he assumed she must be a False God. In this world, only the deities corresponding to the twelve months of the year could be called Orthodox Gods; all others were False Gods.

    However, according to his inherited memories, the Orthodox Churches' attitude toward False Gods was highly ambiguous. They wouldn't exile, arrest, or harm the followers of False Gods, nor would they publicly oppose their faiths. But they would also never officially acknowledge their existence, forbid them from preaching in public, and prohibit the construction of their churches.

    In other words, as long as False God believers didn't conduct evil rituals, preach doctrines that directly contradicted mainstream societal values, or engage in subversive activities—and as long as they expanded quietly in private—the Orthodox Churches completely ignored them.

    Even more bizarrely, the followers of these deities referred to their own gods as "False Gods." The waters of this world were evidently incredibly deep.

    "Wasn't my devotion to the Lady exposed a long time ago? Besides, that's not enough for you to figure out my real identity."

    "But there's a stranger present now..."

    The five of them turned their gazes back to Jenkins.

    "Can I be trusted now?" he asked.

    "Yes, but only temporarily. If you make any suspicious moves, we will immediately report you to the Orthodox Church."

    *You guys are the ones holding an illegal secret gathering, yet you're threatening to call the cops on me...*

    The group withdrew their marks and gathered into a circle once more. Mr. Hood took the lead in introducing things to Jenkins:

    "To reiterate: our gathering is not illegal. We merely do this to protect our secrets. There are many gatherings like this across Nolan City! So, even if you go to the government or report us to the Church, it won't do you any good. The number of Bestowed is already small, and those who worship False Gods are even fewer. We only gather to exchange information or conduct minor trades. We aren't violating any laws or morals."

    He heavily emphasized the legality of their actions. But late at night, in an isolated alley, five people hiding their identities secretly meeting... how was that *not* suspicious?

    "I understand. You don't need to explain. Believers of False Gods aren't accepted by mainstream society to begin with. We are merely resisting authority in silence," Jenkins interrupted.

    "Yes, resisting authority in silence. I like how you phrase that. Now, please choose a pseudonym so we can address each other."

    He pointed to the other four. "I am Mr. Hood. The one with the sharp voice is Mr. Magic. On your right is Mr. Black Cat. Between us is Mr. Birch, and this is Mr. Lark. Oh, right, the one who ran away was Mr. Dagger. Damn it, I should have known anyone using a name like that wouldn't be a good person!"

    *Even though two of them clearly have female voices, they all go by 'Mr.'*

    "Mr. Candle," Jenkins said, simply because he was clutching one.

    "Very well, Mr. Candle. Welcome. You have temporarily earned our trust. Let the gathering commence."

    Jenkins remained silent, deciding to observe exactly what this "lawful" secret gathering entailed.

    Stepping over the trash, the group moved deeper into the shadows cast by the moonlight to prevent any **[Night and Concealment]** ability users from tracking them via the lunar rays.

    "According to the rules, everyone must share one piece of recent information. I'll start. The Church of **[Death and Finality]** lost a Level 4 Bestowed at the Nolan Fifth Public Hospital. If you don't have pressing business there, avoid the area."

    No one asked how or why. Jenkins mentally noted the term "Level 4." Next was the sharp-voiced Mr. Magic:

    "A major incident has occurred on a small island off the coast of Nolan City. It's suspected that an **[Anomaly]** has gone out of control. The Church of the **[Storm Lord]** has dispatched at least three combat squads."

    "Is that information accurate?" asked Mr. Lark, who had a woman's voice.

    "Isn't the rule here that we only share things we are one hundred percent certain of?"

    Mr. Lark nodded her hooded head slightly, then spoke: "Tomorrow at midnight, a shipment of smuggled antiques from the sea will arrive in Nolan. I don't know the exact landing site, but the shipment contains both **[Anomalies]** and **[Extraordinary]** items. This next part is unconfirmed, but there might also be a **[Bestowment]**. If you have the right connections and enough courage, you should be able to find some good things on the black market recently."

    "A **[Bestowment]**?!"

    ---

    ### Section 9 | Chapter 8: Information Exchange (Part 2)

    This time, it was Mr. Magic who interrupted, gasping in shock. "The Orthodox Church classifies supernatural items into A-series **[Anomalies]**, B-series **[Extraordinary]** items, and C-series **[Bestowments]**. And there might actually be a **[Bestowment]** this time?"

    "Yes, I heard this rumor at another gathering, so it remains unconfirmed."

    "By the Lady! A **[Bestowment]** is an item that can immerse one in their own spirituality and enhance a Bestowed's abilities! Aside from obtaining them through an **[Enigmatic Realm]**, the only other way is to purify an **[Anomaly]**..."

    Jenkins absorbed this new wealth of lore, silently thanking Mr. Magic for explaining things so thoroughly. Feeling the candle growing sticky in his hand, a sudden thought struck him. He mobilized that cold current of air within him and channeled it into his hand.

    The physical sensation of the candle vanished, replaced by a feeling of something extra resting within his body. Meanwhile, next to the specks of light and bubbles in his vision, a simple line-drawn icon of a candle slowly materialized.

    "My turn."

    Next was Mr. Black Cat.

    "The Nolan City Municipal Bureau plans to upgrade the infrastructure of the Edilan District soon. The primary focus is extending steam pipe coverage to every household."

    *Huh? The tone of this information is completely different!*

    "As long as it's valuable and relatively obscure information, it counts," Mr. Hood whispered, noticing Jenkins' reaction. Jenkins nodded. Meanwhile, his fat, disguised shadow on the ground remained perfectly still.

    Finally, it was Mr. Birch.

    "I haven't acquired any valuable information this time. I will owe you one; next time, I'll provide two."

    No one voiced any objections.

    The group then turned to Jenkins—or rather, the direction of their hoods shifted toward him.

    "Can it be about anything?" he asked.

    "Yes, as long as it holds value. If it pertains to the Bestowed, the criteria are slightly more relaxed."

    Jenkins nodded. His mind spun for a moment before he spoke:

    "On my way here tonight, I saw a giant octopus chasing two people."

    This piece of news caused quite a stir. Mr. Magic squeaked anxiously, "It's appeared again. We should minimize our gatherings for a while. Heaven knows who might run into it."

    "Agreed."
    "Agreed."
    "Agreed."
    "Agreed."

    The four replied one after another. Jenkins realized that this wasn't the giant octopus's first appearance.

    "The information exchange concludes here. Next is the trading phase. Does anyone need anything or have anything to offer?" Mr. Hood announced. He seemed to act as the host of the gathering.

    "I want to know what type of ability purple is!" Mr. Magic blurted out impatiently. Mr. Hood turned to Jenkins.

    "What can you offer in exchange?" Jenkins countered. He was hoping to acquire a supernatural item. Besides, having stood for so long, his legs were getting numb. The original owner's physique was truly terrible.

    "I don't have any money, and this information isn't worth an actual item. Ask me for a piece of information instead."

    Though slightly disappointed, Jenkins agreed.

    The two walked to the side. After confirming the other four couldn't hear them, Jenkins asked:

    "I just arrived in Nolan, so I'm not entirely clear on what's been happening here. I want to know about that giant octopus."

    "No problem. To show my sincerity, I'll go first. That octopus is currently a massive headache for the Orthodox Churches. Starting two months ago, it has appeared in downtown Nolan City precisely at 10 PM every night. However, only people within a ten-meter radius of it can actually see it."

    "An illusion?" Jenkins asked.

    "No, that's not entirely accurate. To an ordinary citizen outside the radius, as long as they can't see it, it doesn't affect them at all. But for the unlucky souls who happen to step within ten meters of it, the giant monster is absolutely real. Did you see it destroying the city just now?"

    "Yes," Jenkins agreed immediately. The scene in his memory looked like a set from an Ultraman episode—just missing the Ultraman.

    "But if you go take a walk around Nolan City right now, you'll find that nothing actually happened to the buildings."

    "But I saw the unlucky people being chased genuinely get injured by the falling rubble."

    *And I was one of those unlucky people...*

    "Exactly. That's the rule of it: if you see it, it's real; if you don't, it's an illusion. The number of people vanishing at night has skyrocketed in recent months, which finally caught the Churches' attention. But someone in our gatherings actually mentioned it long before they noticed. All five Orthodox Churches in Nolan City have deployed extra patrols. The Scribe Squad, Nightwatcher Squad, Navigator Squad, Gravekeeper Squad, and Astrologer Squad have all been mobilized. Ultimately, it was a reckless rookie from the Church of the **[Myriad Starry Sky]** who took a wrong turn during patrol and encountered the octopus for the first time."

    *Judging by the names,* Jenkins thought silently, *the Scribes, Nightwatchers, Navigators, Gravekeepers, and Astrologers should correspond respectively to the Orthodox Gods: **[Sage of Inheritance]**, **[Lightless Moon]**, **[Storm Lord]**, **[Death and Finality]**, and **[Myriad Starry Sky]**.*

    The calendar in this world also consisted of twelve months, with each month corresponding to a specific deity. For instance, it was currently July, which belonged to the **[Hermit of Fate]**. Thus, July was also known as the **[Month of the Hermit and Thunder]**, with 'thunder' referring to the summer storms.

    "Why does that octopus appear? I mean, it can't possibly be a natural phenomenon, right?" Jenkins pressed.

    "Its appearance is tied to an **[Enigmatic Realm]**. You should know that if an Enigmatic Realm naturally collapses without anyone clearing it, certain things from inside might bleed into our world. Enigmatic Realms are inherently bizarre existences. Once items from within them manifest in our reality through this method, they undergo even stranger mutations..."

    *In other words, they become **[Anomalies]**,* Jenkins mentally finished for her. He didn't have solid proof yet, but it made perfect sense.
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