Gatekeeper Of All Realms Chapter 59

At the same moment.

On the other side of the Skyport.

Inside the most private room of a luxurious casino.

A gold chip spun rapidly on the table, rolling over cards, finally coming to rest on a tall stack of chips.

“Heh, I’ve got a great hand this round, you’re all going to lose.”

A playful voice rang out.

“Cut the crap, you already lost one round and caused everyone a lot of trouble,” another voice immediately retorted.

“Are you talking about the assassin? Oh, how was I supposed to know?”

The playful voice turned a little violent:

“I am clearly the supreme VIP of the Assassin Alliance, sending them to kill several targets every year—”

“I’m such a big client, and they dare to be negligent, sending an assassin who would leak the employer’s information.”

“Hmph… when I get into power, I’ll kill everyone in the Assassin Guild.”

“A bunch of slaves, they can’t even do their job properly.”

He waved his hand casually, and there was another clatter of chips on the table.

“I’m out of this round, consider it an apology to everyone.”

Out of the round.

This meant he forfeited all the chips he had bet previously.

All chips would go to the winner of the next game.

Perhaps his concessionary attitude made everyone feel better.

A calm voice then sounded:

“That Shen Ye has arrived at Cloud Mountain Port and is about to take the exam. What are your thoughts?”

“Too simple,” someone interjected.

“Tell me.”

“Go and tell the invigilators to make him fail.”

“Just fail? Is that all? I was personally scolded by the old man in my family,” another voice said, unwilling.

“Don’t worry, this incident has made many families look bad, and we are being watched. Why rush to act?”

“—As long as he fails, it proves that he is just a gilded mediocrity, unable to even get into the top three high schools, utterly worthless. This way, the elders at home won’t bother with this matter anymore.”

“After he fails, he won’t even be qualified to come to Cloud Mountain Port again.”

“He won’t be able to make any waves in the future, the Human Martial Arts Group won’t invest heavily in training him, and no one will pay him any attention.”

“By then, the matter will have thoroughly subsided, and we can easily deal with him.”

“No matter how he dies then, or how miserably he dies—”

“Anyway, it’s none of our business.”

Everyone fell silent.

No one raised any more questions.

Clearly, this was the best way to handle it.

The calm voice from before resonated again:

“Then let him fail first.”

“But there’s something else—”

“I want to ask the people from the Assassin Alliance why they made a mistake in this matter.”

The playful voice sounded again:

“I’ll call them now.”

“No, I’ll do it personally,” said the calm male voice.

He snapped his fingers.

A holographic projection immediately appeared in the dim room.

A white-haired elder, dressed in a proper black suit, wearing black gloves, had a gentle and polite expression.

“Good evening, everyone.”

The elder’s image stood in mid-air, bowing to everyone.

“All of you present are the future pillars of the world, busy promoting the progress of civilization. Perhaps there’s no chance for you to hear my humble and unremarkable name.”

“Others call me Elder Gong, please just call me Gong Wu.”

“I am the general manager of the Assassin Alliance.”

No one spoke.

Only that playful voice rang out:

“Uncle Gong, what happened? How could you let that assassin leak the video?”

“You’re making me look really bad!”

The elder smiled: “I apologize, that assassin was originally one of the strongest in our alliance, but he was passionate about pursuing a grand and romantic art, so he often forgot his missions.”

“—I have already killed him.”

“And I guarantee that there will be no more failed missions.”

“What if there are failures?” the playful voice asked.

“If there are any more mistakes, I will personally cut off my own head and send it to you as an apology.”

After the elder finished speaking, he bowed respectfully.

Even the most critical person began to be satisfied with his attitude.

“Hmph, if that’s the case, then there’s nothing more to say.”

The holographic image shut off.

The calm male voice sounded again:

“Which family will send a master to oversee this, to ensure it is completed smoothly?”

“I’ll go. I do need to supervise those assassins; they’re too unreliable,” the playful voice said.

“Who do you plan to send?”

“Our family’s chief worshipper—he’s always doted on me, and I’ll ask him for help this time.”

The steady voice immediately relaxed:

“Him? Then there’s no problem.”

The others remained silent.

It seemed that the chief worshipper indeed left everyone with no concerns.

The matter ended there.

No one discussed the previous events anymore, turning instead to talk about the current gambling game.

—Everything was already arranged for that boy.

Still at the same moment.

At sea.

The giant ship of the Assassin Alliance headquarters.

The white-haired elder, who called himself Gong Wu, let out a sigh and murmured:

“It tastes bad.”

An assassin is riddled with injuries, and in old age, the ailments constantly flare up.

The taste was naturally not satisfactory.

It would be different for the offspring of a great family.

They were born bathed in special body-strengthening fluid, removing fetal toxins from their bodies.

They ate the best food, drank the finest beverages, received secret massage techniques daily, and even their breathing had a specific method, completely unlike ordinary people.

They were thoroughly trained, their bodies coordinated and flexible, leaving no trace of illness or injury.

Their flesh must be firm and delicious—

If he could taste a single bite in his lifetime, he would have no regrets.

Gong Wu lightly wiped his face, and his entire person instantly transformed into another appearance.

If Xiao Mengyu and Shen Ye were here, they would surely recognize him.

—Skinner!

He removed his wig, restoring his dashing appearance, then knelt respectfully on the floor.

“Master.”

He chanted devoutly.

Infinite shadows gathered from all directions, transforming into a girl before him.

“Did you just make a promise to someone?”

Zhao Yibing asked.

The man hurriedly explained: “I just said it casually. Besides you—”

“Don’t explain—my followers must keep their promises, even when impersonating someone else. Know that sincerity will bring out the spirituality of things.”

Zhao Yibing admonished him with a lofty tone.

“Yes, I will immediately send this elder’s head to Cloud Mountain Port to fulfill their promise,” the man said.

“Cloud Mountain Port… Yes, we must go to Cloud Mountain Port. You must find a way to infiltrate the examination hall and help me retrieve the cursed power of the King of Ten Thousand Fallen Ghosts,” Zhao Yibing said.

“And—”

She leaned down and whispered in the man’s ear, “Do you want to eat those truly great aristocratic scions?”

“Yes,” the man admitted honestly.

“Go hunt in Cloud Mountain Port. The flesh is yours, the soul is mine,” Zhao Yibing said.

The man’s hands were clenched tightly, turning white from the immense force.

His face flashed with desire, embarrassment, terror, and sorrow, stammering:

“But my strength is not enough to—”

“I will also participate in this hunt,” Zhao Yibing enunciated.

The man stared blankly, then slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and trembled uncontrollably as if chilled.

An immense feeling of happiness struck him, making him feel that untouchable beauty beforehand.

A true scion of a great family.

Such people were the rulers of the world, proclaiming themselves gods by dictating the lives of others.

Now he could eat them.

Because—

The true god he believed in had sounded the horn of war.

The true god had made a promise.

The flesh was his; the true god only wanted the souls of those humans disguised as gods!

—What a grand and romantic hunt!

But—

“Why do you act personally? As a servant, I can completely do it for you…”

The man said cautiously.

Zhao Yibing spoke: “That boy who killed you—he not only has an undead, but also hides an inconspicuous fellow next to him, and I have traveled from a distant universe, consuming too much power.”

“I need to sacrifice some souls, draw nourishment from them, and regain my strength.”

“—Then I can eat them.”

The man listened attentively, tears streaming down his eyes, and he prostrated himself deeply on the ground, murmuring with profound emotion:

“Great true God, I will always be by your side, listening to your teachings, working with you to complete the hunt—”

“—to walk your path on earth.”

Zhao Yibing said nothing more.

She lowered her head, gently playing with the crimson thread on her fingertips.