Gates of the Myriad Realms Chapter 499

Real world.

Galaxy Revolutionary Army, Headquarters.

“You can go inside and report now.”

“Yes!”

The young girl bowed and walked into an office.

Several professionals brushed past her, leaving in a hurry.

Behind her, another group of professionals waited quietly to be summoned.

“Commander, our mission is complete.”

The young girl said.

Behind the large desk, a bearded man with a pipe waved his hand, signaling her to sit down and speak.

“What about casualties?”

“Still within normal limits.”

“That’s good. Your vacation will probably be canceled.”

“Why!”

“Demonic beasts have been appearing particularly frequently these days—I’ve been so busy it drives me crazy. It’s a real headache. Don’t these demonic beasts take weekends off?” the man grumbled.

The young girl looked at his bloodshot eyes and ultimately didn’t dare to voice any protest.

“Of course, I know you’re tired too, so these few missions I’ve prepared aren’t troublesome. Pick one of them.”

The bearded commander handed over a few pieces of paper.

The young girl’s eyebrows immediately shot up when she saw them, and the emotions she had just suppressed almost erupted:

“These are all B-level to S-level missions! And you say they’re not troublesome!”

“No choice, everyone is swamped—alright, you are our youngest major general, and as a key target for training and care—I allow you to prioritize choosing personnel.” The bearded commander conceded a step.

The young girl was about to protest, but then remembered something and suddenly changed her attitude.

Yes.

Protesting was useless anyway.

Might as well—

“You said it, I get to prioritize choosing personnel,” the young girl said.

The bearded commander didn’t expect her to be so agreeable, paused for a moment, then was overjoyed:

“Good! No problem, you choose your personnel first!”

The young girl gathered the papers on the desk, turned, and walked out the door.

—She had that person’s contact information.

It was specifically obtained.

If he joined the mission, no matter which one, she would have an extra guarantee.

Go find him now!

…

The sky was just beginning to lighten.

Shen Ye crouched on a wall, silently sighing.

Getting stronger was something his doppelganger was doing.

But it was too slow.

—Compared to cosmic wills like Chatelet, he was just an ordinary person.

He needed to work harder.

But first things first, he had to eat.

He looked towards a building not far away.

The Social Welfare Relief Center.

Every morning at 6:30, they would bring out two large barrels.

One barrel contained congee.

The other barrel contained cabbage soup.

Occasionally, on special holidays, the cabbage soup would be replaced with thick tomato and egg drop soup.

But today it should be cabbage soup.

Don’t ask him how he knew so much, in short—

—As long as he ate a meal here, he’d save money on breakfast.

Shen Ye glanced at his phone.

Two more minutes.

He could already hear the heavy footsteps inside the closed gate.

Even the shimmering congee aroma and the sparse oil slick on the cabbage soup had revived from early memories.

Some people were already standing at the entrance.

Time to queue up!

Shen Ye jumped off the wall and hurried forward to the entrance.

Neither early nor late.

The door opened just right.

Several staff members, carrying two large barrels, moved with difficulty down the steps.

Tables were also set up.

Due to his superior martial arts, Shen Ye, despite starting later, ended up at the very front of the line.

He was about to grab a bowl from the table when he noticed everyone around him had stopped.

A voice rang out from not far away:

“As expected of a major general, I admire you more and more.”

Shen Ye was stunned and looked with everyone else.

He saw a young girl standing dozens of meters away, with several professionals, looking at him.

Both she and the professionals had an expression of admiration in their eyes.

Shen Ye opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but nothing came out.

How to put it?

As a major general of the Galaxy Revolutionary Army, was he here to get free relief congee?

Whether it was embarrassing or not was beside the point.

His identity was definitely exposed.

How could a major general be so down and out?

Oh.

You are a Reclusive Taoist.

A Reclusive Taoist is the most basic profession.

How could a major general be such a basic, entry-level professional!

What had you been doing for the past few decades?

While Shen Ye was still organizing his words, the staff members reacted first.

They were quite familiar with this kind of situation.

“Is this Major General? Thank you for coming, and welcome to guide our work.”

A staff member said enthusiastically, skillfully handing a piece of paper to Shen Ye.

Shen Ye looked at it.

It was a “Donation Explanation.”

Before he could finish reading, the young girl pulled it away and placed it back on the table.

“Major General Shen, as your colleague—whatever you donate, I’ll donate the same amount.”

The young girl said softly.

A professional behind her, being quite perceptive, immediately opened his phone and started live streaming.

Shen Ye’s face twitched.

No—

I still owe 1000 on my loan app!

How did this turn into me needing to donate money?

“Wait a moment,” Shen Ye calmed down, trying to salvage the situation, “How do you know I came to donate?”

As soon as he spoke, everyone burst into laughter.

The air around them filled with cheer.

The staff member chimed in:

“Major General, you’ve taken time out of your busy schedule to come here; you certainly didn’t come to eat plain congee.”

“We all understand that.”

Everyone looked at Shen Ye with understanding eyes.

This was a major general.

In the eyes of those professionals, their reverence grew even stronger.

—This was a Major General of the Galaxy Revolutionary Army!

His standing was by no means comparable to that of a major general in a human nation in the real world!

He.

Such a great figure.

Came to inspect the work of a charity organization so early.

This must be because of his innate compassion and sympathy for the fate of humanity.

—Could there be any other explanation?

Certainly not.

“Donate, I’ll match it.”

The young girl looked at Shen Ye with sparkling eyes.

Shen Ye looked around.

Many people were live streaming on their phones.

Further down the road, many people were already gathering here.

Damn it!

Where would I get money to donate?!

Shen Ye opened his phone in annoyance, pulled up “Jiedaibao” (a loan app), and found a new message.

It was a message received last night that he hadn’t looked at.

“Your credit is excellent, and your identity is distinguished, so your loan limit has been adjusted to 2,800,000.”

Shen Ye was silent for a moment.

The ladder was set, the crowd was waiting, was he going to expose his identity and then go to great lengths to explain why a major general was so poor he had to drink relief congee?

He was tired, let it all be destroyed.

“Give me the QR code, I’ll scan and pay you,” Shen Ye said. Applause erupted all around.

In a moment.

With a soft “ding” sound, 1,000,000 yuan was paid out.

Shen Ye hung his head.

Too tired to love.

The young girl, thinking he was compassionate towards the masses, patted him on the shoulder and also paid a million.

“Let’s go, I have something important to discuss with you,” the young girl whispered.

Shen Ye was about to refuse when he saw faint light appear as small text:

“The third mission for Reclusive Taoist has been released.”

“Seeking out suffering and saving those in need.”

“Description: Form a team with comrades who need you, face dangerous challenges together, achieve victory, and be penniless.”

“Success will lead to advancement to ‘Dragon-Tiger Taoist’ and a higher level of Eternal Infusion.”

Damn it!

Just do the mission!

Why emphasize “penniless”!

Shen Ye was a bit annoyed but had no choice. He was about to leave with the young girl when he suddenly remembered something.

“I’ve donated money, but I haven’t really experienced the hardships of society. Can I have a bowl of your congee?”

He asked with an eager expression.

Of course, you can!

The staff member filled a bowl of congee for him and handed it to him with both hands.

Shen Ye tilted his head back and emptied the bowl of congee.

“Alas, there are too many poor people,” he sighed, handing the bowl back. “Can I also have a bowl of soup?”

Everyone was deeply moved.

How could a prominent figure eat such plain congee and drink such cabbage soup?

Such food would be practically unpalatable to them!

—This Major General is too serious, it’s definitely not an act!

A bowl of cabbage soup was served.

Shen Ye tilted his head back again and emptied the bowl.

Alright.

Breakfast was settled.

—A bowl of congee and cabbage soup worth a million.

“Let’s go,” Shen Ye said.

“Mm,” the young girl nodded.

The two left the place with several other professionals.

A few minutes later.

On the top floor of a high-rise building.

Shen Ye looked at the papers in his hand, listening to the young girl’s introduction.

It was clearly written on the paper.

The young girl was also a Major General of the Galaxy Revolutionary Army, named Xiao Yurong.

She was organizing personnel, preparing to complete one of the missions in the catalog.

“Which mission should we choose? I’d like to hear your opinion.”

Xiao Yurong asked.

Shen Ye glanced at them, about to say “whatever,” but then felt something was off.

Several lines of faint small text appeared before his eyes:

“Your path of truth is the never-before-seen ‘Destiny Divination,’ a deeply hidden high-level truth.”

“In the current world, no existence has ever faced this primordial truth.”

“You are in a free position.”

“You can still use ‘Destiny Divination’ to discern fortune and misfortune.”

So that’s how it is.

No reason not to use it.

Shen Ye’s gaze fell on the first mission.

“Support the Space Great Wall and participate in this local battle.”

As he looked at this mission, black curves appeared on his palm.

Change it!

Must change it!

The second mission: “Retrieve the damaged deep-sea robot from the depths of the Arctic Ocean.”

The lines on his hand were as black as ink.

No good either!

The third mission: “Search for survivors in the Antarctic underground camp.”

The lines of destiny were still black.

—Why are they all so dangerous!

Strange.

“Are these missions all very difficult?” Shen Ye asked.

“Not difficult, just very tiring—after all, we just completed a mission last night,” Xiao Yurong sighed.

Not difficult.

Shen Ye suddenly became alert.

For them, it wasn’t a difficult mission, so why would his lines of destiny turn black?

His own strength wasn’t bad, after all.

What exactly…

was it because of?

Shen Ye continued to look down.

The fourth mission: “Conceal your identity, participate in variety shows as a professional martial artist, and vigorously promote the spirit of martial arts.”

The curves on his hand suddenly turned white.

Shining brightly!

Shen Ye understood.

That’s right.

He was the man with the “Popular Idol Max” trait.

Debuting as an idol was a mission practically tailor-made for him!

But why weren’t the other missions viable?

“You all discuss it first, I’m going to the restroom and will be right back.”

Shen Ye said.

“Okay,” Xiao Yurong responded dismissively.

Shen Ye casually took the papers, got up, left, walked into the building, went down the stairs, and found a men’s restroom.

He entered a stall, closed the door, and stared at the various missions on the papers.

Those black lines of destiny reappeared, showing various outcomes in his mind.

Death!

Death!

Still death!

—The consequence of every mission was death!

But—

Why?

Shen Ye held his breath, activated his Emperor Species bloodline, then activated his Dragon Clan power, and put all his free attribute points into resonance.

In an instant.

A illusory world unfolded before his eyes, and within the countless dreams and real scenes, lay the unconscious, magnificent, eternal true form—

The Eternal Brain!

Shen Ye silently resonated with it, feeling its various interpretations.

The Eternal Brain tirelessly displayed the development and achievements of various civilizations, and demonstrated how these achievements constituted this eternal flesh and blood that embraced all living beings.

As Shen Ye watched, for some reason, a thought suddenly popped into his mind.

Destiny Divination…

it was a truth origin that all existences and powers on this side had never seen.

To use it to divine the situation of the “Eternal Brain”?

Let’s try!

After all, it was a brand new day, and he could unleash it with full power once!

Shen Ye held his breath, and with a thought.

Faint small text immediately appeared:

“You activated ‘Battle Dance Diva,’ forcefully elevating ‘Destiny Divination’ by one stage, further manifesting its effects in reality.”

“The object of this ‘Destiny Divination’ is not yourself, but the ‘Eternal Brain’.”

“This divination encountered no obstruction.”

“However, divination cannot proceed.”

Shen Ye was stunned.

No obstruction…

but divination couldn’t proceed.

Why?

Suddenly.

A chill surged up his back, gripping his heart tightly.

Cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

The truth was too horrific, so much so that Shen Ye tightly pursed his lips, unable to speak for a long time.

All existences have a future.

Meaning they can be divined.

Unless—

The target of the divination was already dead.