Myriad Realms Gatekeeper

After being blown away for hundreds of miles,

"Jump."

Zhao Yibing took a light leap and flew down towards the mountain range on the other side of the Floating Island.

She landed atop a Solitary Peak as if she had no weight at all, light and ethereal.

The Skinner followed and fell, creating a deep crater upon impact with the ground.

"Get up, we'll take a look around, this place is quite interesting,"

Zhao Yibing said.

The Skinner asked in disbelief, "But—oh great Divine Spirit, are we just letting him go?"

Zhao Yibing smiled faintly and countered, "Have you ever observed the predation of living beings?"

"Oh great Divine Spirit, please enlighten me," said The Skinner.

"You see those birds, they eat fruits and insects, and sometimes they eat each other, but when they do, they're violent and helpless because their beaks are too small; they can only peck. Since they can't remove the impurities from their food, they sometimes get poisoned, and even get their nerves paralyzed by the fruits, lying there helpless for others to slaughter,"

"Predators hunt in packs, with chasing, camouflage, sprinting, deceiving, tailing—all sorts of strategies, and in the end, they still have to fight over their food with their companions, eating in fear because they can also become the prey of others."

"Among all beings, only whales have a way of eating that is somewhat similar to that of Divine Spirits,"

"Whales?" The Skinner asked, puzzled.

"The attitude of whales when feeding is graceful and arrogant—no matter what you are, in the end, you are just food,"

"No matter how vast and boundless the ocean is, the food cannot escape because the whales exist on another level that they cannot reach."

The Skinner said, "Is that how Divine Spirits eat?"

"In the universe, there's another kind of god called 'Xusalaro.' It possesses all the strength of a star, nurtures planets, allowing life to grow, until it deems a planet to have prospered to the utmost—"

Zhao Yibing seemed quite interested and continued,

"It will strike those planets with asteroids, harvesting all the souls until they are all consumed, and then it will sow other species and continue to nurture them, providing itself with food."

"Therefore, by serving at my side, you must maintain extraordinary indifference because all the existence of living beings is not worth bothering about,"

"—just food."

"Yes," The Skinner said respectfully, kneeling on the ground.

"Continue the hunt, our only task is to recover our Strength; he cannot escape."

...

"Hey, thanks for the help just now—but I think I've seen you before, at the Star Fast Food opposite the hotel,"

Shen Ye said.

The little girl turned around, with a pair of innocent big eyes, she said, "Don't worry about it, I'm an exam supervisor, and I still have official duties to attend to, goodbye!"

She was about to run away after speaking.

"You're kidding, right? Hey, don't run! I've seen you! Who are you exactly?" Shen Ye called out loudly.

A series of "????????" emerged above the other person's head, a situation never seen before, which was rather bizarre.

The little girl stiffened and had no choice but to say,

"It seems I can't hide it—then I'll tell you, my miss is about to die, and she said before her last breath that she had a favor unpaid and sent me, her errand runner, to repay it."

"Your miss is?"

"Song Yinchen."

Shen Ye thought for a moment and then remembered.

Song Qingyun, Song Yinchen.

So, this is the younger sister among the two sisters of the Song Family!

"What happened to her? Is it an illness or something else?" Shen Ye asked.

"An incurable disease—present medical levels can't treat it; all other wishes have been fulfilled, and she simply asked me to protect you once, to repay the indebtedness." The little girl said.

"You also made a move at the hotel," Shen Ye affirmed.

"It was me," the little girl admitted openly.

This time, Shen Ye was silent for a bit longer.

——In fact, when it came down to it, these old matters had nothing to do with him.

But then the other person sent someone to repay a favor on her deathbed, having helped him twice.

A righteous man should distinguish clearly between gratitude and grudge.

Help rendered was help rendered; some things couldn't be pretended unseen.

Moreover, that incident was caused by Song Qingyun.

It had nothing to do with Song Yinchen.

All was quiet.

The little girl quietly looked up at him.

"What are her symptoms?" Shen Ye suddenly asked.

"A curse—an extremely vicious curse, and many big figures in this world have tried but failed to lift it," the little girl said.

Shen Ye pondered for a while and then said tentatively, "Leave your contact information with me."

"Why? Miss doesn't want to see you, and she's already in a coma," the little girl said.

"I don't want to see her, just in case I find a way here, I'll be able to contact you," Shen Ye spoke earnestly.

"You? All the masters of the world have no solution, do you really think you can?" the little girl exclaimed, eyes wide.

"I don't think I'm that great, I just want... to try my best, and please don't blame me if it doesn't work," Shen Ye said.

The little girl laughed and lifted her phone, saying, "Forget it, miss has already given up herself, could you record a message here, send her a blessing, so she can leave this world in peace?"

"No."

Shen Ye shook his head as if it were the most natural thing: "There's no reason to make others go to their death in peace, I won't do such a thing."

The little girl held her breath until he finished speaking without any reaction, her gaze a bit unfocused.

"Give me your contact," Shen Ye gestured.

The little girl silently took out her phone.

Contact information was exchanged.

"Hmph, then you and our miss have settled your debt, there's nothing more for me to say to you, goodbye!"

The little girl leaped into the sky and flew away, soon disappearing from sight.

She passed through the barrier thick with runes and ascended into the blue depths, beginning to emit an invisible aura in the gloomy sky.

Two crimson eyeballs quietly emerged, chuckling as they said:

"He didn't tell you to die."

The little girl did not reply.

The eyeballs continued, "He didn't allow you to die, so what should we do now?"

The little girl still did not reply.

However, at this time, several figures silently appeared in the depths of the sky.

More figures gathered from all directions.

The two eyeballs darted around curiously, commenting:

"Wow, so many people. Did you expose your tracks?"

"Leave," the little girl spat out a single word.

She stepped into the void and disappeared.

Meanwhile.

On the ground.

Shen Ye watched the little girl vanish in an instant, shook his head, and muttered to himself, "What a strange person."

But that was also fine; at least now he knew who had lent a hand back at the hotel.

And just now.

Zhao Yibing was swept away by the wind as well.

"Are you really going to help find something to lift the curse?" the Skeleton asked.

"Of course, if it can be found, I'll lend a hand," replied Shen Ye.

"Why? Because the other party also helped you once?"

"I don't like owing favors."

"Haha, favors? What are favors worth!" the Skeleton said disparagingly.

"According to the traditions of my old home, if you owe someone a favor, you must find a chance to repay it," Shen Ye said, stretching his body, relieving the tension in his muscles from the anxiety he had felt earlier.

"Why?" the Skeleton asked.

"Because the world is a heartless place," Shen Ye responded.

The mountain had collapsed.

He knelt down, packed the lower half of Freg's body that had been torn apart into the Ring, then stepped back and entered the gate.

Nightmare World.

Safe house.

Study room.

His Royal Highness Prince Norton lay on the chair, motionless.

"He's about to wake up—in about two minutes," the Skeleton communicated telepathically.

Shen Ye deactivated the gate power and rested quietly, waiting.

In fact, when he had run from the base earlier... he had stolen a horse, which must have left some traces...

At the time, he thought if worst came to worst, he'd just open a gate and flee.

——So it didn't really matter anymore.

Two minutes passed.

"He's awake," the Skeleton alerted.

"Your Highness, the crisis is over," Shen Ye said straightaway.

Prince Norton slowly opened his eyes, gazing at Shen Ye, and asked:

"What about the Undead Assassin?"

"Dead."

"...Impossible."

Shen Ye tossed the severed corpse onto the ground.

Prince Norton, knowing his stuff, moved forward to take a look, and his expression gradually changed.

"This is a legendary figure among the Undead... How did you kill it?"

Shen Ye said, "It wasn't me, it was Brother Fei Lun. He understands the secrets of the Undead Bomb's construction, but didn't want you to see."

"What do you mean?"

"The assassin had a bomb on his body, which was meant to blow you up, but my Undead informant understood the bomb better, so it exploded and killed him instead."

"And what does this have to do with you not wanting me to see?" Prince Norton was puzzled.

"The bomb has intellectual property rights—if you knew the power of that explosion and calculated various data, how would my brother Fei Lun carry on his business in the future?" Shen Ye shrugged.

"...So you knocked me out?" Prince Norton continued.

"Right, on one hand, I needed to save you, and on the other hand, I had to prevent intellectual property leaks—"

"Your Highness, imagine if you wrote a book with great effort, only to have it pirated and someone else making money off it. Would you be happy?" Shen Ye showed a sincere face, earnestly explaining.

"..." Prince Norton.

Lies.

But he did save my life again.

What a headache.

...But after all, everyone has their secret skills they don't want others to see.

If that's the case, I can accept it.

Prince Norton looked down at the lizard coiling around his wrist.

"It's safe now."

The lizard spoke.

Forget it, this Peiqi has some quirks, but after all, it has been saving me.

As long as it's loyal and can be useful at crucial times, let it be.