Clink~
The bullet tumbled from the wound, and when it hit the ground, it actually threw off black sparks.
This was a genuine cursed bullet. As formidable as Jenkins was, he couldn't completely destroy it in a short ti. But he could at least push the slug out of his head. Most of the powers he possessed counteracted the bullet's curse.
"Just as I thought. The Middleton family's elven bloodline truly manifests in you. I originally thought it was just an ancient legend, a story fabricated by the royal family to emphasize the superiority of their bloodline. I never expected they actually had elven ancestry. That's quite a rarity."
Bang~
Jenkins had no ti for his nonsense. He cocked the hamr and fired. The bullet that shot out was illusory, corresponding to "soul damage." The body that fell to the floor bore no wounds, for this was a bullet that maliciously targeted the spirit.
Jenkins didn't bother to check the corpse, turning his head once more. Sure enough, Carl was walking down the simple wooden staircase from the second floor, dressed identically to the previous two bodies.
"You really are impatient, Mr. Williams. It's not good to interrupt people so casually. Now it's your turn again. If you can take the next bullet, you win this ga."
"Yes, it's my turn again."
Jenkins nodded, raising the gun to his own head. Unexpectedly, the cat on his shoulder suddenly stretched out a paw and nudged the barrel aside.
"ow~"
When Jenkins turned to look at it, Chocolate stood up and let out a sowhat shrill cry.
So Jenkins switched the gun to his left hand and once again aid at his head, pulling the trigger.
Click~
That was not the sound of a bullet being fired.
"You forgot to cock the hamr. Pulling the trigger like that is useless,"
Carl, with his two small mustaches and the air of a capitalist, kindly reminded him.
"Yes, I forgot to cock the hamr."
He pressed his thumb down hard, then raised the barrel, aid at Carl, and fired. Carl's body fell for the third ti. This bullet represented the whispers of an evil god, and it seed those whispers had completely shattered Carl's mind.
"What, you don't want to play anymore?"
The voice ca from the stairs behind him. Jenkins smiled and cocked the hamr again.
"You only told the effects of these five bullets. You never ntioned the effect of this B-class Extraordinary handgun."
He raised the gun and aid at Carl, who was standing on high. Now, only the final bullet, representing "misfortune," remained inside.
"The fifth shot feels completely different from the first four. I'm guessing this handgun has a special ability that only activates after a specific number of shots. The mont you let choose whether to shoot first, you had already set a trap. You guessed I had ways to deal with these bullets, which is why you tampered with the gun itself."
"You are a Level 6 Benefactor, after all. It's only natural for to make so extra preparations,"
Carl said, accurately identifying Jenkins's level.
"So what is it you're really after? Alfons Carl, we'd best be frank. I don't expect this gun's last bullet to kill you, but don't think you'll get what you want from so easily."
"There is nothing I want from you..."
Bang~
Hearing this, Jenkins fired again, then watched as a brand-new Carl appeared once more at the top of the stairs.
"You truly are in a hurry."
"I've always hated lies. Especially since, before the ga even started, you said you were going to take sothing from ."
Jenkins casually tossed the handgun aside. Carl smiled and shook his head, seemingly very amused by Jenkins's performance.
"Is this why you hate those Believers of Lies? From the intelligence I've gathered, you've been targeting them ever since the Fabry Fraud."
Jenkins remained noncommittal at this statent. He drew his cane from the air and began to back away toward the shop's entrance.
"You can't leave. Unless I allow it, no one can leave this shop,"
the man on the stairs warned.
"I don't understand. I'm not a descendant of Black Town. What do you want with ?"
Jenkins asked.
"You actually know?"
The face that had constantly maintained a detestable smirk finally showed a hint of surprise.
"It seems I underestimated you, Mr. Williams. Since you've given a surprise, I'll return the favor by revealing a few things. Yes, I do need sothing from you. I need your King Soul."
"My what?"
Jenkins had never heard the term before.
"The special part of your soul that qualifies you for kingship. I call it the King Soul. Unfortunately, it can only be given willingly. Otherwise, I wouldn't have to go through all this trouble."
He shrugged helplessly, then used a match to dispose of his other two corpses.
"Royalty often claims to be special to maintain their noble status, and so superstitious country folk believe that those destined for kingship are inherently different, but... are you joking? A King Soul?"
Jenkins said with suspicion, yet he still hadn't detected any lies from the man.
"Why would I lie? In fact, a long, long ti ago, a prophet foretold that before this epoch ends, a king from the shadows behind the curtain will once again unify the material world. While many dismiss it as nonsense, I believe this prophecy. By obtaining the four ancient King Souls—the Dragon Soul, the Tree Soul, the Ice Soul, and the Dark Soul—one can surely beco king. Since the prophecy ntions a king from the shadows, I believe the one to succeed will be the king of the Dark Soul. As for now, I believe you possess the Tree Soul. After all, I can't find anyone else who is qualified."
Carl explained. Jenkins's eyes narrowed slightly as he processed the information.
"Do you have any idea what you're saying? Any Benefactor with a shred of common sense knows that's utter nonsense. It's impossible for a human soul to contain anything else. And I am quite certain I don't have any 'Tree Soul'."
He had appeared in a spirit state many tis, even achieving godhood in that form. If he possessed a "King Soul," he would have discovered it long ago. Therefore, even if Carl's theory was correct, he had the wrong target.
The Lie Godhood could only detect if an intelligent being was consciously lying. If the speaker firmly believed a falsehood to be true, it wouldn't give Jenkins any warning. So now, Jenkins seriously suspected that the man was either insane or had been duped by so unknown diviner.
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