Gatekeeper Of All Realms Chapter 138

Tens of minutes later.

Shen Ye arrived at the Grand Opera House of Evernight City.

With the badge, two undead guards pulled open the large doors, allowing him to enter.

Shen Ye walked up the grand staircase into the opera house, going deeper and deeper until he reached the brightly lit stage.

There was no formal performance today, so the audience seats were empty, with only a few scattered individuals.

Madam Daisy, dressed in a gorgeous fiery red dance gown, stood in the center of the stage, performing dance moves while speaking to the men and women standing on the stage:

“These movements must be clean and crisp, don’t drag them out, and definitely don’t be soft and flabby. Let’s do it again.”

Shen Ye glanced around and understood.

—This must be a rehearsal.

But below the stage, there were several undead exuding a powerful aura.

The leader of the group, whose race was indiscernible, just looked back once, and that glance sent a shiver down Shen Ye’s spine.

The two guards beside the man quickly approached Shen Ye, first checking his badge, then asking:

“New face, who are you?”

“Baxter—Madam Daisy told me to find her.”

“Your profession?”

“Just started as a Songstress.”

As soon as the words “Songstress” came out, the murderous aura on the other party dissipated.

“Oh, a newcomer. Wait here for now.” The two guards smiled at him and turned back to the man.

They reported to the man.

The man nodded slightly, no longer paying attention to Shen Ye.

On stage.

Madam Daisy bowed to the man below the stage, smiling faintly:

“Please.”

“Then I’m much obliged.”

The man stretched out his hand, and immediately a dark green flame materialized in his palm.

He said solemnly:

“My flame is not easily handled by ordinary people. Madam, please be careful.”

“Thank you for the reminder, come.” Madam Daisy extended her hand, making a graceful inviting gesture.

The man bent his finger slightly and flicked a wisp of dark green flame.

The flame floated motionlessly in mid-air.

Madam Daisy took a deep breath and sang loudly:

“Blazing fire, burning down the wilderness!”

Her voice was full of passion and had an extremely strong appeal, making Shen Ye below the stage feel the imagery of a wildfire spreading.

Accompanying her singing, Madam Daisy performed the exact same movements as the man.

With a wave of her hand, she also flicked a wisp of dark green flame.

Shen Ye was stunned.

Isn’t that the man’s professional skill?

How did she release it?

“Ready—”

Madam Daisy called out.

The men and women around her all became tense, standing ready.

Madam Daisy took elegant steps, circled the stage, and finally flicked that wisp of dark green flame to a slender and enchanting girl.

The girl caught the flame, moved her body, and playfully manipulated the flame like a juggler, tossing it back and forth between her hands, feet, shoulders, waist, and hips, dancing a captivating dance.

This was a dancer!

—The flame was like her pet, or like her shawl and dance dress, swirling around her endlessly.

“Good!”

The man below the stage cheered.

The girl danced for a few moments, then her expression suddenly changed slightly.

Perhaps the force wasn’t controlled well, and the fire bounced off her shoulder, about to fall onto the stage.

A mistake!

Everyone’s expressions changed.

Madam Daisy, however, showed no panic, singing again, “Blazing fire, illuminating the night,” and with an outstretched hand, she guided the flame back into her own hand.

She

spun a few times, then flicked the flame to a handsome male Songstress on the stage.

The male Songstress held the flame in his hands and sang:

“In my hands, everything becomes even more brilliant—”

The flame suddenly grew, turning into a two-meter-high torch that fell directly onto him.

The male Songstress let out a miserable scream, and his entire body was consumed by the flames.

The stage was silent.

The man watching from below caught the dark green flame with an outstretched hand, retracting it.

“Sorry, it seems we still need to continue rehearsing.”

Madam Daisy said apologetically.

“It’s already difficult enough to continue to evolve my skill to this extent, so I don’t blame you all,” the man said with a hint of disappointment.

“How about we try again?” Madam Daisy said, gritting her teeth.

“Alright,” the man replied.

Shen Ye was starting to understand the situation now.

He had already become a Songstress, so with a slight perception, he realized that everyone on the stage was either a Songstress or a dancer.

Undoubtedly, that male Songstress could enlarge skills, while the female dancer could interact with skills in a “playful” manner.

The male Songstress died due to a skill application error.

As for the current situation—

The last time he saw Madam Daisy, she said something:

“People are eager to gain inspiration for strengthening from you. Any performance of yours will be richly rewarded.”

Looking at it this way, the Night Rose Dance Troupe was mobilizing all its Songstress to help that man gain inspiration to improve his dark green flame skill.

Shen Ye fell into thought.

Madam Daisy seemed to possess “imitation” type Songstress skills.

She imitated the man and immediately obtained a dark green flame.

So, she was in charge of the dance troupe’s affairs.

She was the core!

At this moment, Madam Daisy casually waved her hand, and another wisp of dark green flame appeared in the void.

She caught the flame and surveyed the dancers around her.

Many dancers, meeting her expectant gaze, quickly lowered their heads.

Only the girl from earlier stepped forward again, striking an elegant pose—

She wanted to try again!

Madam Daisy gave her a nod of approval and tossed the flame over.

The girl caught the flame and continued to dance.

This time, her cooperation with the flame became increasingly intimate, her movements flowing like water, guiding the flame to leap unceasingly across her entire body without a single mistake.

As she danced, the flame began to change.

The flame flew up, transforming into a hazy red mist, as if sentient, dancing ceaselessly in mid-air.

The entire theater, illuminated by the flickering red mist, resembled a world blooming with firelight.

“I’ve got it!”

The man below shouted, leaped into the air, and instantly teleported away.

On stage.

Everyone cheered.

The girl also showed an excited smile.

Madam Daisy clapped her hands and loudly said, “That was splendid, but don’t get careless. I’m going to retrieve the fire now, be careful not to hurt yourself.”

The girl nodded.

Madam Daisy sang softly, “The fire will never be extinguished, it will forever shine in my heart.”

In an instant.

The sky full of fiery mist fell, gathering into a ball, and extinguished in her hand.

Everyone began to applaud.

“Jack’s remains must be properly buried. See if he has any family and give them a sum of money.”

“The others should go back and ponder the movements just now, thinking about how their skills can draw upon that fire without getting hurt.”

“Lily, stay here.”

“Alright, that’s all for today!”

Madam Daisy quickly arranged everything, then turned and waved to below the stage:

“Baxter, come up.”

Everyone dispersed.

On the stage, the lights dimmed.

Only Daisy and the girl who successfully manipulated the flame remained.

It seemed her name was Lily.

—Shen Ye walked up the steps onto the stage, waiting quietly on the side.

Daisy chatted with Lily for a bit more about the flame, giving her some tips, before sending her off to rest as well.

Now.

It was Shen Ye’s turn.

“Baxter, do you need anything?”

Madam Daisy looked at the rose badge on his chest and smiled.

“I want to know if the Songstress’s skills are fixed or randomly obtained. Are we all different?” Shen Ye asked.

“Of course they’re different. The generation of skills is related to your knowledge and experiences, even coming from the most thrilling musical and dance moments in your memory,” Madam Daisy said.

Shen Ye sighed.

As expected.

In his previous life, he loved watching concerts. Whenever his favorite singer performed, he would buy tickets online early.

So…

“Handsome young man, are you willing to join the Night Rose Dance Troupe?” Madam Daisy sized him up again, speaking in a relaxed tone.

“I am,” Shen Ye said.

“Our evaluations are very strict. Any newcomer can only join the preparatory group, and only after a period of guidance and training can they try to participate in formal performances,” Madam Daisy said.

“I understand,” Shen Ye agreed deeply. “For a performance, even one small mistake can ruin everything that has been carefully prepared. It must be absolutely perfect.”

He’s a professional!

…He could be mentored; perhaps the troupe would gain another talented individual.

Madam Daisy’s lips curved slightly, and her voice became even more pleasant:

“Welcome, young man.”