Gates of the Myriad Realms Chapter 483

11:45 PM.

The clamor gradually subsided.

Everything became quiet.

There were still some law enforcement officers guarding the outside.

However, Shen Ye had already passed the test of three assassinations and obtained the “Blood Waste” trait.

There would be no more assassinations, so he could get a good night’s sleep.

But he didn’t sleep.

Tonight’s events were far from over.

For example, at this moment—

“Surprised to see me?”

The young man sitting opposite him said.

The dim light illuminated his face.

Zhang Xiaoyi.

This former classmate’s demeanor had completely changed, and even his speech tempo had slowed down considerably.

“In the middle of the night… why are you suddenly here?” Shen Ye asked.

“We’re all brothers, how could I not come?” Zhang Xiaoyi retorted.

He pointed at the top of Shen Ye’s head from across the room and continued:

“You’ve already obtained a trait, which essentially means your silent period is over.”

Shen Ye nodded, waiting for him to continue.

“Actually, these traits should be hidden, not easily exposed to others, but you can see mine.”

As Zhang Xiaoyi spoke, a trait appeared above his head—

“Blood Succession.”

“I’ve seen Blood Saints, Blood Seeds, and Blood Wastes, but I don’t know what Blood Succession is,” Shen Ye said curiously.

“It’s hard to explain, but it’s relatively noble,” Zhang Xiaoyi shrugged.

“Succession means inheritance—so you’re a rich second generation?” Shen Ye asked.

Zhang Xiaoyi’s expression stiffened.

“Looks like it,” Shen Ye said.

“Anyway, your silent period will end early tomorrow, and then your job will be arranged—remember, hide your trait, don’t tell anyone,” Zhang Xiaoyi said.

“Is ‘Blood Waste’ worth hiding?” Shen Ye asked.

“Any trait represents a fixed path in life. If someone knows your predetermined life trajectory, it becomes very easy to deal with you,” Zhang Xiaoyi said.

He placed a card on the table.

“What’s this?” Shen Ye asked.

“This is our family’s business card. Take it, and when your job is arranged tomorrow, you’ll get certain preferential treatment, and they’ll assign you a good position,” Zhang Xiaoyi said.

“What’s a good position?” Shen Ye pressed.

“In short, it’s a leisurely job with good pay. Just work according to routine, and there won’t be any danger or mishaps,” Zhang Xiaoyi said.

He stood up and bid Shen Ye farewell:

“Work is very important; it determines the quality of life. I came here today to help you out.”

“That’s very touching, but please take this card back,” Shen Ye said.

“Now is not the time to be sentimental. With ‘Blood Waste,’ your life will become extremely difficult if you end up in those laborious jobs,” Zhang Xiaoyi said.

Shen Ye smiled and insisted on handing the card back.

Zhang Xiaoyi sighed, took the card back, and turned to walk towards the door.

“Those bad jobs will trap your life, and you don’t understand yet—never mind, I’ll come see you again next time.”

He pushed open the door and said without looking back.

Shen Ye, however, called out to him.

“Ayi.”

“What?”

“Life is a wilderness.”

“What do you mean?” Zhang Xiaoyi asked.

“If you don’t want to be trapped, then you won’t be,” Shen Ye said.

Zhang Xiaoyi shook his head and said, “You haven’t worked yet… so you’re still naive. You’ll understand later.”

Outside the door was a teleportation array.

He instantly vanished from the Shen residence and reappeared in a palace-like complex of buildings.

“Is it done?”

A young man wearing a Yaksha mask asked.

“It was a wasted trip,” Zhang Xiaoyi said.

“Oh? Why wasted?”

“Someone like him is definitely not the level the trait describes—he must have a plan.”

“Then we’ll see… I hope to meet him.”

Said the young man wearing the Yaksha mask.

On the other side.

Still in Shen Ye’s room.

It was now exactly midnight.

The anticipated moment had arrived—

Lines of faint text appeared in the void:

“Today’s evaluation trait has been canceled.”

“Through your ‘Real-Time Strategy Base,’ new mechanisms will generate traits.”

“—This is to defeat the ‘Parasitic Empress’.”

“Now.”

“The base’s evolution has reached its final step. Please provide your combat philosophy to guide the completion of the evolution.”

Shen Ye’s hopes were dashed, and he felt a little disappointed.

But there was still something to look forward to.

He didn’t know how the new mechanism would work, or how traits would be born.

As for the combat philosophy—

Wait a minute.

He didn’t know how strong this Parasitic Empress was, why should he fight her?

Seeking death?

Thinking of this, Shen Ye spoke:

“We came to this world to do only one thing—”

“Save people, raid the home, and run away.”

The ground of the base shook violently, as if undergoing its final transformation according to his instructions.

The faint text appeared again:

“Your door ability is connected to the ‘Real-Time Strategy Base’, and the other side of the door guards the ‘Multiverse’.”

“The current ‘Real-Time Strategy Base’ is about to complete its evolution.”

“Using the three elements of ‘Eating’, ‘Disorder’, and ‘Natural Evolution’, the Real-Time Strategy Base will complete this evolution.”

“Congratulations.”

“You have obtained a brand new robot factory and a brand new Truth Cannon.”

“Currently manufacturing mining robots.”

“Currently dispatching robots to start mining.”

Apparently.

Mining was the most basic resource gathering activity.

Even when robots evolved, they were still used for mining, but—

Shen Ye looked at the shiny new mining robot.

The robot looked like a four or five-meter-tall giant, with a steel body, and spoke in a booming voice:

“I was going to say ‘transform,’ but that might cause copyright issues, so I’ll say—”

“Disguise!”

“A tangible man, mining his whole life to be strong!”

The robot’s whole body rattled with a “clunk-clunk-clatter” sound, and its entire form transformed into a large automatic mining vehicle.

The mining vehicle kicked up dust and drove towards the direction of the Truth Mine.

A line of faint text appeared in the void:

“The new mining robot has the ability to learn and AI upgrade, allowing it to gradually improve mining efficiency and even perform other tasks.”

—The mining robots seemed to have been upgraded, mining both quickly and efficiently.

What about the Truth Cannon?

Shen Ye continued to look at the prompt:

“The Truth Cannon has completed its evolution.”

“Your eyes are filled with the power of ‘Disorder’, compelling any ‘Blood’ trait possessed by those you defeat to be forcefully stripped, consumed by you, and made your own.”

“This action is hidden and will not be detected by the target.”

“The Parasitic Empress, while in a dormant state, will also be unaware of the current situation.”

“Manufacturing one cannon requires 100 resources.”

It was indeed targeted!

As for resources, he could just mine the Truth Mine behind him.

Shen Ye was currently interested in—

Devouring?

He waited quietly for a while.

When the mining resources reached 100 points, he glanced at the law enforcement officers outside the window.

Pupil Technique · Truth Disorder!

In an instant.

Faint light appeared as small text:

“Please note, you can only devour beings defeated by you!”

Right.

This condition was not met.

Defeated opponent…

Shen Ye stood up, walked to the mirror, and slapped himself.

The next moment.

He immediately felt as if something had been added to his body, and instinctively looked up.

His gaze swept over, and he saw that the “Blood Waste” trait had begun to slowly transform.

So that’s it!

The devoured bloodline trait could change his own trait!

The faint text immediately popped out:

“You have defeated yourself.”

“Pupil Technique · Truth Disorder successfully activated, your trait ‘Blood Waste’ has been devoured by you!”

“Congratulations.”

“You have gained a new trait: ‘Waste’.”

“Description: Nothing to describe.”

“The only thing to note is that your trait change will not be detected.”

The words “Waste” appeared above his head.

There really wasn’t much to say about that.

But—

From this moment on, he was free from the Parasitic Empress’s control!

She hadn’t noticed!

Not being detected was the key.

“So this is to make it easier for me to save people?”

Shen Ye muttered to himself.

He pushed open the door and walked out, looking at the professionals on duty in the yard.

“Child, go to sleep. Uncle is on duty,” the professional kindly said.

“Uncle, are you a colleague of my dad’s?” Shen Ye asked curiously.

“Yes, your father and I often drink and play cards together. Today, when I heard they found you, I congratulated your father,” the professional said.

Shen Ye’s expression straightened, and he spoke again:

“Uncle, do you think a sneak attack counts as a type of combat?”

“Of course, a sneak attack is a tactic and a common method in combat,” the professional said earnestly.

A flash of blade light.

The law enforcement professional was caught off guard and Shen Ye sliced his wrist. The skin was lightly cut, but no blood flowed.

—Because the wound was too shallow.

Shen Ye glanced at him.

Faint text immediately appeared:

“You have defeated the opponent.”

“Pupil Technique · Truth Disorder successfully activated, the opponent’s trait ‘Blood Worker’ has been devoured by you!”

“Congratulations.”

“You have gained a new trait: ‘Little Waste’.”

“Description: Though wasteful, very cute.”

“—Affinity strengthened.”

“This absorption and change will not be detected.”

Undetected.

This was the most important thing!

Shen Ye looked at the professional, who seemed completely unaware of losing his trait, and a surprised expression appeared on his face as he gave a thumbs-up:

“Not bad, kid, your swordplay is really impressive!”

“Thank you, Uncle,” Shen Ye said.

As soon as he finished speaking.

The professional suddenly stood frozen.

Having lost his trait, he fell into a daze.

This was a shock at the soul level.

It would probably take some time for this person to fully recover.

Shen Ye no longer spoke to him and returned to his room, where he found Zhao Xiaoshang in the living room.

“Mom.”

“Why aren’t you asleep yet? Go to sleep!” Zhao Xiaoshang asked in surprise.

“Mom, look over there,” Shen Ye pointed out the window.

The moment Zhao Xiaoshang turned her head—

A flash of blade light.

Several strands of Zhao Xiaoshang’s hair broke.

“You have defeated the opponent.”

“‘Little Waste’ does not have enough power to fully evolve this absorbed energy, please absorb more traits.”

“This absorption and modification will not be detected.”

Zhao Xiaoshang was completely unaware.

She turned her head, surprised, and asked, “What do you want me to see? There’s nothing outside.”

“It’s late, you should go to bed too,” Shen Ye said, then left the living room and returned to his room.

He opened a drink, sipped it, and summarized.

—The evolution of the RTS base was effective.

And it could indeed save people.

But the efficiency was too low…

There were hundreds of millions of people in the world.

How long would it take to stealthily attack them one by one?

If the Parasitic Empress woke up, wouldn’t it be over?

Shen Ye glanced at his base.

“Resources: 2700.”

“Population: 6/25 (mining robots).”

“Time flow ratio: Three months convert to one day.”

“Evolution mission:”

“Complete 300 Truth Cannon bombardments to unlock the third building.”

—Perhaps the third building could solve his problem.

So—

First, complete three hundred bombardments!

Just as Shen Ye was thinking, he suddenly noticed an unusual silence.

He walked out and looked around, only to see that all the professionals around him had placid expressions.

—As if they were being controlled.

Two lines of faint text appeared:

“The Parasitic Empress is dormant and cannot perceive your actions, but out of instinct, all trait-holders under her control will attack you.”

Everyone stared at Shen Ye, their faces devoid of any emotion.

Shen Ye smiled.

“Still dormant, yet instinctively knows to kill me?”

He drew his Night Rain Blade, and assumed a combat stance.

The professionals charged forward.

The first to attack was a professional wearing gauntlets.

He leapt high, his fists clenched into hammers, and brought them down on Shen Ye’s head.

Shen Ye’s Night Rain Blade flashed lightly.

The bright blade suddenly disappeared, its trajectory unknown, and the move imperceptible.

Shadow Blade Master, ultimate skill—

Split Light! Catch Shadow!

The long blade struck the opponent’s shadow.

—Defeated!

Shen Ye glanced at him, and his pupil technique immediately devoured the trait.

The pugilist, having lost his trait, stood rooted to the spot, no longer driven by the Parasitic Empress’s instincts.

The professionals behind him surged forward.

On the streets outside the Shen residence, professionals awakened from their sleep one by one, like puppets, grabbed their weapons, and rushed towards Shen Ye’s location.

For a moment.

The entire city stirred.

The crowd was like an ant colony.

Everyone had only one thought in their mind—

Kill Shen Ye!

The situation suddenly changed.

Shen Ye repelled several professionals, jumped onto the eaves, and looked out.

From all directions, there were professionals.

“The whole city has come…”

Shen Ye swung his blade again.

Clang!

Amidst the clash of swords, three sharp blade lights erupted, seemingly alive, twisting in an arc, bypassing the sword’s block, and striking the opponent.

Blade Art · Enduring Regret!

“Mastery: Beginner.”

“Description: Your blade art has reached the stage of simplification. Every strike is an extremely simple move, but it is accompanied by blade lights of equal power.”

“The number of blade lights increases with your cultivation, and their power also increases, with a total of no more than nine.”

Fortunately, Shen Ye reined in his blade at the last moment.

All the power of the blade lights was pulled back, only cutting through the opponent’s armor.

Another one defeated!

Shen Ye’s gaze swept over, activating his pupil technique.

The opponent’s “Blood Servant” trait was immediately devoured, and the person stood still.

More and more professionals climbed onto the rooftops.

Shen Ye hesitated.

Should he use the power of truth?

But he had seen before that no one had reached the truth stage.

Besides.

He was currently stealing people and raiding homes.

It was better to be cautious.

“Can’t be surrounded… then run.”

He retreated rapidly, his long blade almost imperceptible, continuously striking the surrounding professionals.

All attributes at 450 points, already at the sixteenth level of the Dharma Realm.

Although others had awakened their past lives, reaching this level in a hurry was not that simple.

His blade art also integrated “Enduring Regret” and “Interstice,” forming his own style.

As for traits—

After consecutively devouring more than a dozen people, “Little Waste” had already become “Little Cutie.”

“Description: You’re so cute, everyone loves you.”

Although it was useless, it was changing!

Shen Ye’s mouth twitched. He brandished his long saber, dropped into an alleyway, and continued to flee.

A dense crowd pursued him.

People constantly appeared to block his way.

One man wielded a giant hammer, bringing it down heavily on Shen Ye.

He had completely blocked the path ahead!

Shen Ye swung his blade through the air.

Enduring Regret!

Nine sharp rays of light burst from the blade, forming a net in mid-air, blasting the opponent and his hammer away.

Another one defeated!

Faint text quietly appeared:

“Currently, 279 more Truth Cannons need to be fired before the third building can be built.”

Tsk.

He wouldn’t be sleeping tonight.

Shen Ye simply calmed down and fought his way through the crowd.

At a certain moment.

The faint text appeared again:

“You have activated the Emperor Species bloodline. All attributes +200 points.”

Shen Ye’s spirit was greatly boosted. Relying solely on a single blade, he slashed up and down, each strike unleashing nine sharp rays of light.

His exceptional comprehension allowed him to master beginner-level “Enduring Regret” to its peak.

Hum—

A prolonged hum resonated from the blade’s edge.

The inspiration generated by the intense struggle flooded his mind, elevating his understanding of blade art to a new level.

“Blade Art · Enduring Regret, has broken through.”

“Mastery: Intermediate.”

“Description: Every strike is extremely simple, but it is accompanied by true damage blade light.”

“The number of blade lights increases with your cultivation, and their power also increases, with a total of no more than one thousand and one.”

A single strike.

Followed by one thousand and one blade lights!

And it was true damage!

True damage, as mentioned, cannot be resisted by armor, magic, or various defensive measures; it directly inflicts damage on the enemy.

This already surpassed the power of the “Interstice” blade art.

However, Shen Ye furrowed his brows.

Indeed.

Such swordplay would undoubtedly be thrilling in battle.

But—

He couldn’t kill any of these people here.

They were innocent.

Not only could he not kill them, but he also had to save them!

This was a very high demand.

Shen Ye fought and retreated, then suddenly rushed back into the crowd, his Night Rain Blade sheathing all its sharpness, and plunged it into the ground with force—

In an instant.

One thousand and one incredibly sharp blade lights burst forth, yet he controlled their power to a minimum, all striking the ground.

Shadow Blade Master ultimate skill—

Catch Shadow!

Slicing the shadows of the crowd was equivalent to slicing the people themselves.

Shen Ye’s eyes glowed faintly, sweeping over everyone.

Dense lines of faint text frantically refreshed in the void:

“You have defeated a large number of professionals.”

“Pupil Technique · Truth Disorder successfully activated, countless ‘blood’ traits have been devoured by you!”

“Congratulations.”

“Your trait ‘Little Cutie’ has evolved into ‘Popular Idol’.”

“Description: Although it cannot provide combat assistance, you are indeed a popular idol.”

“—Affinity MAX.”

“—You need to uncover the power of this trait.”

“This absorption and change will not be detected.”

All the small text vanished.

A new prompt appeared:

“300 Truth Cannon bombardments completed.”

“Unlocking a new building.”

“Congratulations.”

“You can now build the Tribunal.”

“Current resources are sufficient, do you want to build it immediately?”

“Build!” Shen Ye responded.

Attacks came from all directions.

Too many enemies!

This time.

Even though he had reached the sixteenth level of the Dharma Realm, possessed the Emperor Species attribute, and his blade art was exceptional, he couldn’t dodge such an all-encompassing attack.

Use the door?

The door also reached the truth level.

Use traits?

Using truth-level traits would indeed prevent death.

But he was stealing people and raiding homes.

—How could he alarm that Parasitic Empress!

Shen Ye parried and dodged, a flash of light suddenly appearing in his eyes.

The Tribunal was built!

In an instant.

All the professionals in the entire block disappeared.

Only Shen Ye remained, long blade in hand, standing on the deserted street, panting heavily.

“This building… it’s alright…”

He looked into the void.

Faint text had already appeared there:

“Someone attempted to provoke and harm you.”

“Accuse them of being evil.”

“The evil heretics have been apprehended by the Tribunal.”

“The Tribunal is merciful; it will not torture living beings, nor will it harm any living beings, so—”

“Starve them?”

“Drown them?”

“Or perhaps a fire accidentally starts? (Types of fire include: Purgatory Sin Fire, Fire of Destruction, Corrosive Fire, Soul-Burning Fire.)”

“Please choose.”