Gatekeeper Of All Realms Chapter 143

Shen Ye’s heart was filled with doubts, but then he heard a loud, unrestrained laugh from the dining table.

“Undead!”

“Make up your minds soon, or else our army will directly attack Eternal Night City after flattening the human territories!”

Shen Ye raised an eyebrow.

These orcs, still so arrogant in the territory of the undead?

They were simply asking for death!

After waiting for a few breaths, the undead remained silent.

They stared intently at the battle-axe, unable to utter a single word.

… What a disgrace.

Shen Ye felt the atmosphere was overly awkward.

No way, no way.

Just a soldier’s battle-axe scared the undead into silence?

Perhaps his puzzled expression was evident.

Or perhaps this invitation to the dance troupe was meant for them to play a role.

Anyway—

The female demon turned her gaze and said in a low voice:

“Members of the Night Rose Dance Troupe, allow me to explain.”

“—The orcs can already mass-produce battle-axes of this quality. In addition, all other weapons and armor have achieved a super-high leap in quality, basically reaching excellent grade.”

“Yes, with their mass-produced equipment, they should be able to sweep across any race in the entire world.”

Shen Ye held his breath for a moment before recovering.

Mass production.

This word sounded light, but it was actually terrifying.

On the battlefield.

Every orc had a blue-grade battle-axe.

All other equipment and armor had achieved a leap in quality, all above blue grade.

How could they fight this?

Who could stop the orc army?

No wonder the undead dared not speak!

—But there was an obvious problem here.

The orcs—

How did they suddenly become so powerful?

Before, they were often given evaluations like “stupid,” “nice people,” and “clear-eyed” by other races.

Now, they were about to sweep the entire world!

How did they achieve this step?

Shen Ye fully realized the seriousness of the matter, and fully understood why everyone’s mood was so low.

But his heart was so curious, like a cat scratching, he really wanted to know the answer.

Luckily, Madam Daisy had already started asking:

“Have they mastered new forging techniques?”

“No,” the female demon replied.

“Have master-level figures appeared in forging?”

“Not that either.”

“Have they gained anything from excavating ruins?”

“You’re getting further and further away.”

“Sorry, I really don’t know what this situation is. Can you just tell me directly?” Madam Daisy asked.

A moment of silence.

The undead all lowered their heads, as if there was a demon king in the void that they dared not look directly at.

The female demon also showed a difficult, extremely painful expression.

“Daisy, you’ve been to the orc prairies, you should understand their habits.”

Madam Daisy replied, “Yes, I understand them—they are hardworking and easily satisfied, happy to enjoy everything nature bestows, including death, so I always thought they weren’t much of a threat.”

The female demon held her breath and whispered, “But the orcs now…”

“What’s wrong?” Daisy was already impatient.

“They’ve started 996,” the female demon said, a trace of fear flashing in her eyes.

996.

Shen Ye was stunned.

What?!

This world actually spawned 996!

Could it be that his casual remarks caused this to happen?

Madam Daisy’s expression also changed, and she said quickly:

“Isn’t 996 just fake news spread by humans to scare everyone? I heard that scouts from all over went to the human heartland to inquire, and they haven’t implemented a real 996!”

“Exactly,” the female demon lowered her voice and quickly responded, “But the orcs are stupid, they think doing this can scare other races—they’re actually doing it!”

Madam Daisy was stunned, and said in an unbelievable tone:

“Working from 9 AM to 9 PM, with an hour break at noon and evening—or even less than an hour, and working 6 days a week?”

“Yes, the orcs are doing that now,” the female demon said.

“What does that have to do with this battle-axe?” Shen Ye couldn’t help but ask.

“It has a lot to do with it.”

A nearby lich shivered, saying tremblingly:

“Orcs usually inherit their ancestors’ weapons and are rarely willing to put in the effort to forge new ones.”

“But now it’s different.”

“They implemented the 996 work system, and just the iron forging and weapon crafting item has seen a surge in production capacity.”

“You know, if the forging craftsmanship is average, the probability of producing blue-grade weapons during the forging process is only 0.5%.”

“But now the production capacity has increased.”

“Orcs used to only be able to forge two battle-axes a day.”

“Now with more workers, longer working hours, stricter management, and daily overtime—”

“They can now produce two thousand battle-axes—every single day!”

“Please calculate the number of blue-grade weapons produced daily.”

“And this is just for battle-axes; other aspects have seen qualitative leaps.”

“Now no one dares to look down on the orcs!”

Madam Daisy spread her hands and said, “So, we have to start 996 too?”

A moment of awkward silence.

Shen Ye saw a certain panic in these great undead.

Even he himself felt a subconscious panic when he recalled the three words “996”.

This is truly—

He couldn’t help but sigh.

If you say these orcs are stupid, they were the first to implement 996 and increased their combat readiness.

If you say they are smart, they even provoked the undead with 996!

The undead are tireless beings!

Once the undead also start 996—

This continent will be completely caught in a crazy internal struggle!

How can everyone live?

“The Count was recently preparing for a vacation, but the orcs came to show off the power of 996 and even demanded that the Count surrender on behalf of the Undead Empire. This is no small matter,” the lich whispered.

Madam Daisy, always known for her elegance, squirmed nervously, her anxiety almost overflowing.

“I don’t want 996,” Daisy said flustered, “I have so many things to do after work. I have an undead cat, and I have to spend time with it every day. The veterans’ guild still needs my guidance and assistance, and there are some things with the lonely old bones in the community.”

“No one wants 996, Daisy,” the lich said.

“If you get a chance to see the Count later, you should persuade him,” the Dark Elf said from the side.

“Me?” Daisy was stunned.

The other undead nodded.

At this moment, a servant came into the banquet hall and said softly:

“Madam Daisy, please take your subordinates to the study. The Count is waiting for you.”

“Alright,” Madam Daisy rose, winked at Shen Ye and Lily, and then followed the servant forward.

Shen Ye and Lily quickly stood up and followed behind her.

Study.

A man with long brown hair stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a wine glass and watching the rain outside.

—Unbeknownst to them, it had started to rain outside.

The rain blurred the windowpane.

But the man just continued to stare at the window, not saying a word, as if deep in thought.

“My Lord Count.”

Madam Daisy bowed and said softly.

The man started, turned around, and looked at Madam Daisy, a smile appearing on his face.

His countenance exuded a natural majesty, his eyes were bright and piercing, and his voice was deep and magnetic:

“Daisy, you’ve come at a perfect time. I have always considered the Night Rose Dance Troupe to be the most outstanding artistic group in the entire Empire.”

“You flatter me,” Madam Daisy bowed slightly again.

“It’s like this—I have a very important diplomatic mission that requires a dance troupe representing our Undead Empire to accompany me, so I must fairly let you compete,” the Count said.

“Our Night Rose Dance Troupe never fears challenges,” Madam Daisy said.

“Of course! Of course! So the topic is this—”

The Count waved his hand.

A basketball-sized ball of water appeared before everyone.

“This spell of mine can transform water into endless forms, and you are to use my spell for your artistic creation.”

“Improvise a performance—”

“But first, I will show you the works of the Graybone Dance Troupe and the Dust-sealed Gloom Dance Troupe, to prevent you from creating something similar.”

As the Count spoke, he gently touched the ball of water.

The round water mass dispersed, transforming into rain, constantly falling throughout the study.

The water seemed to come alive, converging into streams, floating in mid-air, constantly darting about, emitting melodious songs, and finally forming the words “Graybone Dance Troupe.”

“This is Graybone’s work. Next is the Dust-sealed Gloom Dance Troupe.”

The Count changed his gesture.

The water flow re-formed into a ball, then suddenly burst open, countless droplets like a meteor shower, sparkling with clusters of light, truly beautiful.

Dozens of soprano voices sang amidst this meteor shower, praising all the blessings that water brought.

This scene was even more splendid than the Graybone Dance Troupe’s performance just now.

Even Madam Daisy and Lily couldn’t help but nod secretly.

“Now, it’s the Night Rose Dance Troupe’s turn—you can discuss it, as long as it doesn’t repeat the previous two.”

The Count said.

All phenomena disappeared, and the ball of water still floated before him, awaiting the final challenger.