Gatekeeper Of All Realms Chapter 144

Daisy turned around and looked at Lily and Shen Ye.

“I can mimic the Count’s spell, transforming water into various animals and plants, showcasing them here.”

“—One of you dances, one sings. Any ideas?”

Lily pondered, “I can scatter countless droplets of water, letting them cling to me like a long dress, and dance dazzlingly amidst the various animals and plants you conjure.”

“Good idea!” Daisy praised, and was about to continue when her expression suddenly changed.

She looked at Shen Ye, lowering her voice, “Baxter, don’t be nervous. This is just an opportunity, you don’t need to be afraid.”

Lily turned her head, surprised to find Shen Ye frowning, as if recalling something.

“Don’t be afraid, it’s nothing, just a stage performance.”

She gently touched Shen Ye’s hand to comfort him.

Shen Ye had by then thought everything through from beginning to end, let out a long breath, and chuckled, “Sorry, I just didn’t expect things to turn out like this.”

Like this?

What kind of ‘this’?

Daisy and Lily were both bewildered.

Even the Count, who was savoring fine wine behind his desk, looked somewhat puzzled.

Shen Ye thought back and forth for a moment, feeling there was nothing he couldn’t do, then spoke, “My Lord Count, the study is a bit too small for our work.”

The next instant.

The entire study disappeared.

The surroundings became blank.

“This is the Nightmare Realm, boundless and vast. You can unleash your talents freely here.”

The Count said.

Only then did Shen Ye pull Daisy and Lily aside, explaining everything in detail.

Daisy gasped, unable to resist asking, “Can you really do that?”

“Yes—Lily, can you do it?” Shen Ye asked instead.

“No problem!” Lily exclaimed excitedly.

“Shall we start then?” Shen Ye looked at Ms. Daisy.

Ms. Daisy looked at him.

“What’s wrong?” Shen Ye was puzzled.

Ms. Daisy sighed, and softly said, “Baxter, you are an excellent songstress, a born performer.”

She turned around, bowed to the Count, and said,

“My Lord Count, we are ready.”

The Count was a little surprised, his expression becoming serious,

“You have an idea so quickly? The Greybone Dance Troupe discussed for fifteen minutes, and the Dust-sealed Gloom Dance Troupe took half an hour—”

“I hope you can think more and produce a masterpiece.”

“…We are indeed ready, please take a look.” Daisy said.

“Very well then, I hope you have prepared seriously.” The Count said.

Daisy’s lips moved, and finally, she uttered the words:

“Don’t worry, we have Baxter.”

Upon hearing this, the Count looked at Shen Ye.

Shen Ye, however, looked at Daisy and nodded slightly at her.

We can begin!

Daisy reached out, and mimicking the Count, lightly pointed at the water.

In an instant.

The water rapidly changed form.

It transformed into a hovering ice sphere, emitting chilling cold!

“Here!”

Daisy lightly tapped the ice sphere—

The ice sphere immediately vanished.

At the same time.

Lines of faint glowing text rapidly appeared in the void before Shen Ye’s eyes:

“Daisy has unleashed ‘Absolute Imitation’, acquiring the Count’s skill, and bestowing it upon you.”

“You have been temporarily granted the Shadow Lord’s skill:”

“Elemental Fission – Water!”

“You can temporarily use this skill, or you can attempt to begin professional advancement into this class!”

“Advancing to Shadow Lord requires the race: Undead, or your personal attribute points to meet the following requirements:”

“Strength: 50; Agility: 30; Spirit: 70.”

“Proceed with advancement?”

Shen Ye completely ignored it, fully concentrating on channeling his songstress skill onto the “Elemental Fission – Water” skill.

“World of Ice and Snow!” he sang.

In an instant.

The entire blank world was covered in frost.

Towering and perilous ice mountains stretched endlessly, from beneath their feet to the very end of the world.

Feathery snow fell silently.

The ancient sound of bagpipes drifted on the wind.

“Why ice and snow?”

The Count asked.

He stood on the isolated peak, carved from ice and snow, and looked down at the mountain mist below with interest.

The entire world was covered in ice and snow.

Nothing else was visible.

The world seemed to have died.

Yet, a soft siren’s song resonated faintly between heaven and earth.

—Madam Daisy herself had joined in, using the siren’s top-tier vocal skills to create a sense of loneliness and unwillingness.

This feeling…

“Ah, no need to say more, I already understand… Frost brings a sense of stillness, water brings fragility. Compared to water, frost has more tension and is also more suitable for our undead race.”

The Count murmured to himself.

He suddenly felt something and took a step forward, kneeling on one knee, and wiping away the ice and snow on the ground with his hand.

Beneath the ice and snow lay a sleeping beauty, sealed within.

Lily!

“Is this an emotional creation?”

The Count whispered.

Silently, a longsword forged from ice hovered before him.

He understood.

Now, he was to break the ice with this sword to save the beauty.

Quite creative!

And this sword—

The Count examined the longsword carefully, noting that its hilt was a demonic skull with twisted horns, and glowing blue ice runes were etched onto its blade.

The Count admired it for a moment, then reached out and gripped the longsword.

Now, it was time to rescue the beauty?

Just as he was about to use the sword to break the ice, an unexpected change occurred—

The music in the surrounding void suddenly changed.

From silent, sorrowful, and tranquil, it became urgent, filled with murderous intent, and overwhelmingly oppressive.

Daisy’s soft hum disappeared, replaced by a soprano filled with a battle-like, deadly aura.

A battlefield feeling!

Why did saving the sleeping beauty trapped in ice turn into this iron-blooded style?

The Count slowly stood up, holding the sword level.

The longsword vibrated incessantly.

Amidst the clear singing, Shen Ye’s whispered voice echoed in his ear:

“My Count, on the day you took power, the entire Evernight City whispered your name. My Count, the sirens revered you as you grew stronger day by day, becoming the embodiment of power and ruthlessness…”

The Count showed a surprised expression.

What?

This wasn’t a classic hero-saves-the-beauty creation?

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…These lyrics are good.

But what would this creation ultimately be?

Amidst the vast snow, the Count quietly savored the increasingly urgent war melody, gazing down at Lily sleeping in the ice, and then—

He comprehended the core of the current artistic atmosphere, subconsciously raising his longsword.

Daisy’s faint singing finally resonated:

“We have always ruled the undead with power and ruthlessness, and no one dares to question your might; one day, you will sweep across the entire world!!!”

Silently, it felt as if something had just happened.

The ice on the ground cracked open with a roar.

Lily opened her eyes, shattered the ice, and soared into the sky, dancing mid-air, gradually transforming into a giant ice dragon several tens of meters long.

The solemn music became even more passionate and high-pitched.

In the snow valley below the mountains, figures appeared one after another.

Those figures stood in the wind and snow, dense and stretching as far as the eye could see.

An undead army!

The ice dragon swept across the long canyon, gliding over all the figures, like a massive shadow of death.

Countless undead gathered into an army, standing silently in the ice and snow.

They all looked up, gazing towards the highest point of the mountain range, as if awaiting a command.

The Count, sword in hand, stood atop the solitary peak, listening to the music that incited battle, overlooking the undead army spread throughout the ice and snow world.

Wind blew snow past the longsword, and with the sword in hand, he was about to lead an endless army of undead to conquer the entire world.

This feeling…

This feeling—

This feeling!!!

The Count felt an inexplicable tremor deep within his heart, and that long-dormant ambition was reawakened.

He raised his longsword high, pointing it at the ice dragon soaring in the wind and snow.

The ice dragon immediately let out a dragon roar that echoed across the sky.

War drums thundered.

Billions of undead soldiers unleashed chilling energy, letting out roars filled with battle intent.

“This feeling… is good.”

The Count whispered.

In an instant.

All phenomena vanished.

The world turned blank once again.

Daisy led Lily and Shen Ye, bowing slightly from a short distance:

“My Lord Count, this is the work of our Night Rose Dance Troupe.”

The Count stood in place, looking down.

He saw that the longsword in his hand had disappeared.

The ice-covered mountains, the endless sea of undead, and the soaring ice dragon had all vanished.

It felt… a bit wistful.

The Count’s mouth twitched slightly, his lips tightly pressed together, as he carefully recalled everything that had just happened.

In comparison—

Turning water into singing letters, or transforming water into a meteor shower—

They originally brought quite an artistic enjoyment.

But—

Compared to the ice mountains, the awakened sleeping ice dragon, and the command of an endless army of undead just now—

It was utterly pathetic!!!