Myriad Realms Gatekeeper

Vampire Kid...

Shen Ye's eyelid twitched uncontrollably.

Was it because I said that after being wronged, the Brotherhood would come to revenge, reminiscent of the "Calabash Kid" story, that I received the "Vampire Kid" evaluation entry?

Truly speechless.

Forget it, there are no Earthlings here.

Nobody knows.

Then it's not embarrassing.

Shen Ye cracked a smile and slowly said,

"Kevin, my brother, are you about to attack a diva in front of everyone? Or can you tell me what serious crime this diva has committed?"

"My people have disappeared," Kevin said.

"What's that to me?" Shen Ye said.

"You just—"

Shen Ye cut him off and directly shouted, "I have just returned here, I was cleaning up when I opened the door, and I was talking when you came—damn it, if you want to kill me, don't look for so many excuses, come on, let's see who's going to die here!"

His voice grew louder and his emotions more agitated, taking a step forward at the end, coming face to face with Kevin.

A life-and-death struggle was about to erupt.

Suddenly, a voice sounded from outside the door:

"Mr. Baxter, your friend said you wanted to clean the room—do you have any suggestions for our hygiene conditions?"

Before the words could finish, a middle-aged, overweight zombie male appeared at the doorway.

He looked at the situation in the room, visibly stunned.

Shen Ye was equally stunned.

"My friend? Who?" he subconsciously asked.

"It was two pale assassins ah, they said you wanted the room cleaned, and told us to send someone straight away," the middle-aged chubby zombie stuttered.

Shen Ye realized what was happening.

"Ha, Brother Kevin, you really are a good man... taking my money and still sending people to trouble me."

"You killed them," Kevin said.

"Me? A diva? How would I kill? Where are the bodies? The blood? Damn it, where are the signs of battle?" Shen Ye retorted sarcastically.

After a slight pause, Kevin said, "That's why I need to arrest you, it's for—"

A female voice suddenly resounded, interrupting him:

"I'm afraid you won't get your wish, rabid dog Kevin."

Everyone turned their heads and saw a slender girl with long hair draped over her shoulders sitting on the windowsill.

No one knew when she arrived, but the look she gave Kevin was indescribably disgusted.

"You dare to tell me what to do? Lily, you're just a dancer, respectable indeed, but without any real power," Kevin said.

"And you're obstructing my official duties; just for that alone, I could—"

Kevin suddenly vanished, then reappeared in front of Lily, his dagger already thrusting out.

Lily parted her red lips and languidly said,

"The Earl has a message for me to relay."

The dagger stopped right beside her throat.

With a hint of a curl at the corners of her mouth that conveyed a smidge of scorn, she continued,

"'I am very interested in the performance of our new Chief Diva, Lily, please take the trouble to have him come to the manor early and see me'—these are the Earl's exact words."

"Kevin, you shameless, mangy dog, dare to defy the Earl?"

The dagger was slowly lowered.

"Since it's the Earl's request, I shall naturally oblige," Kevin said impassively as he stepped aside.

Lily "hmphed" and her eyes, sharp as knives, fixed on Kevin.

Kevin looked at her, then at Shen Ye, whose face was full of killing intent. After thinking a moment, he backed away several steps and, with a bow, said:

"Please, esteemed guest of the Earl."

Only then did Lily withdraw her gaze and reach out her hand towards Shen Ye.

"Come with me, Baxter. Don't bother with such a clown; maybe one morning his corpse will just turn up in a ditch."

"You're right," Shen Ye agreed, taking her hand.

Lily whispered softly, "Dharma Realm passage."

In an instant,

they both disappeared from the spot.

In the room, Kevin, the zombie beauty, and the middle-aged chubby zombie were left.

Kevin turned and walked away, quickly leaving.

The middle-aged chubby zombie had no choice but to ask the room-cleaning zombie beauty:

"What exactly happened just now?"

The zombie beauty was still dazed, mumbling: "He's a diva? He's a diva?"

The middle-aged chubby zombie added, "Right, didn't you see the rose badge on his chest? He's definitely a diva of the Dark Night Rose Dance Troupe—"

"And he also has the Earl's badge; that's a serious matter. Didn't you hear? The Earl wants to see him."

"So what exactly happened just now?"

The zombie beauty was stunned, like a wooden man, and didn't respond for a long time.

Just now—

It seemed she had missed a crucial turning point in her destiny.

...

The Dharma Realm.

Shen Ye landed in a carriage.

Madame Daisy was sitting opposite him, applying lipstick in front of a mirror.

"Baxter, this is Dancer Lily, you're both exceptionally talented children. Lord Earl requests to see you—I'm now taking you both to the manor together."

"Remember to be cautious with your words and actions."

"Yes," Shen Ye and Lily said in unison.

The carriage moved.

Through the window, Shen Ye could see endless graves outside.

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...Is this the Dharma Realm of the Undead Empire?

Confusion flickered across Shen Ye's eyes.

He had encountered a gap in his knowledge—

Was the Dharma Realm the same across all worlds, or did each world have its own unique Dharma Realm?

If one could travel through the Dharma Realm...

Would he not be able to return to the Main World?

Quite strange.

Lost in these thoughts, he was unaware that the carriage had stopped by a river.

On the opposite bank stood a majestic cluster of castles.

Squads of finely equipped Skeleton Soldiers patrolled in front of the castles, and creatures covered in black clambered on the walls, unrecognizable at first glance.

A giant flame serpent coiled around the bell tower of the castle, overlooking all the movements below.

The carriage door opened.

A werewolf clad in heavy armor, breathing white mist, stood in front of the door and said in a deep voice,

"Good afternoon, Madame Daisy."

"General Andre, you are personally standing guard here?" Madame Daisy sounded somewhat surprised.

"After all, there's a diplomatic delegation—it's my duty," the werewolf replied.

"You're working hard; here's my pass," Madame Daisy handed over a card along with a small pouch.

The card was quickly returned.

The small pouch was gone.

"Be careful, the Earl's mood is not very good today," the werewolf Andre whispered.

"Is it because of a skill breakthrough or the diplomatic delegation?" Madame Daisy asked.

"The diplomatic delegation—please be wary of the orcs. They are almost driving the Earl to the brink of unleashing his killing intent," Andre said.

"What should I do?"

"Compete—among several famous dance troupes, the Earl wants to choose one," the werewolf spoke.

"Thank you."

The conversation ended swiftly and efficiently.

The werewolf closed the carriage door and stood outside, gesturing towards the opposite bank of the river.

"Clear the way," he shouted aloud.

Sounds of metal in motion and the ensuing vibrations followed.

The drawbridge was lowered.

The carriage proceeded smoothly across the drawbridge, through the seven or eight-meter-high castle gates, led by a skeleton vulture to a parking spot.

Twenty minutes later.

Deep within Shadow Manor.

The banquet hall.

Sausages, cakes, pasta, ham, roast chicken, smoked meat, and steaks piled high on the long table like a series of rolling hills.

Several sturdy figures with olive-green skin, around two meters tall, sat around the table, gobbling up the food without pause.

They appeared as if they were terrified of eating less than others.

—Orcs!

These figures were the members of the orc delegation, arranged to dine here.

Shen Ye entered at this moment and happened upon this scene.

"Haven't they had a meal? Why are they eating like hungry ghosts reincarnated?" Madame Daisy whispered.

"They've been eating for two hours, they should be stopping soon," whispered a guard.

Daisy shook her head, leading Shen Ye and Lily to the other end of the banquet hall, and they sat down on a wide sofa.

All three covered their noses.

—The orcs had a strong body odor that was suffocating.

Only shamans and a few blessed by the earth lacked this scent.

Such orcs were easy to identify—

Their behavior was more proper, their intellect sharper, and their emotional intelligence higher.

Here sat seven or eight undead, including pale, ethereal Banshees as well as Snow Demons, Dark Elves, Liches and the like, like Freg.

Each one silent, all staring at a Battle Axe.

—"This is the Earl's Aide team," Lily whispered to Shen Ye.

Shen Ye did not look at these beings of the Undead Race.

His gaze too was fixed on the Battle Axe emitting a red glow.

A faint luminescence formed beside the Battle Axe:

"Fire Roar."

"Standard Soldier Battle Axe."

"Fine Quality (Blue)."

"Description: Infused with the power of flames, it unleashes surging fire in battle, greatly enhancing its cleaving power and, at times, even able to withstand a cavalry's charge."

Shen Ye's heart skipped a beat.

Something was amiss.

Although he came from another world, he had also been through battles, acquainted with human, Elves, and Undead troops and weaponry.

—Fine Quality weapons were extremely rare.

Often, only high-ranking generals, powerful specialist units like assassins, archmages, etc., were likely to wield a Fine Quality weapon.

But here was a Fine Quality Soldier Battle Axe?

Who would go to such lengths to forge a Soldier Battle Axe and elevate its Level to Blue?

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