Gatekeeper of Myriad Worlds Chapter 152

“This was for my sister, how did it end up in your hands?”

These words echoed far and wide, heard clearly by everyone.

No one expected him to say such a thing.

Song Qingyun’s eyebrows twitched, and she re-examined Shen Ye.

—Even she hadn’t anticipated that remark!

Shen Ye, however, seemed to have found his rhythm and continued, “Back then, I thought your sister was prettier than you, so I made this card for her.”

“I didn’t realize you were still jealous of her.”

“Otherwise, why would you burn my greeting card?”

He walked forward and placed the damaged greeting card in Song Yinchen’s hand.

Song Yinchen pursed her lips and spoke in a hoarse voice:

“Are you sure this is for me, and not for my sister, or for both of us?”

Her voice trembled slightly, making the words sound peculiar, as if imbued with some magic, or like an incantation.

The Great Skeleton’s voice suddenly rang out:

“Be careful, her words have activated a powerful contract, similar to an oath. Don’t fall for it.”

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Shen Ye paid no attention.

At that moment, he looked back, conveying a lost message to the girl opposite him.

“It’s just for you,” he said.

“Why?” the girl asked.

“I suddenly remembered,” Shen Ye said, a look of recollection on his face, “when that vicious dog chased us, you were protecting your sister.”

This was true.

The burnt greeting card was less than palm-sized, yet the naive handwriting and drawings on it were like a key, unlocking that snowy afternoon in his memory.

It was as if a hole had suddenly been drilled in dormant time, pulling a person out of the present and back into childhood, watching those scenes unfold again before their eyes.

He almost saw the snowstorm of that day again, heard the little girl’s scream, and felt the pain of sharp teeth gnawing at his body.

Past and present.

Dead, alive.

Two boys.

As a soul who had transmigrated, at this moment, through distant memories, he deeply felt the wish of that boy.

So he opened his mouth, just like that boy did back then, and naturally repeated the words from that time:

“I made this card specially for you.”

“I hope you grow up healthy, everything goes well, and you stay safe.”

“One day, we will meet again, and with this card, I will grant you one wish.”

After he finished speaking.

A spark suddenly appeared in Song Yinchen’s eyes.

No.

Her whole demeanor seemed to change.

An unprecedented vitality emanated from her, and Shen Ye even saw a faint glow.

An illusion?

“It’s been many years since we last met, Brother Shen Ye.”

Song Yinchen spoke.

Her voice was no longer hoarse and trembling; instead, it was calm and powerful, seeming unmoved by anything.

“Yes,” Shen Ye said, following her lead.

She placed the fragmented greeting card in Shen Ye’s pocket.

“My wish is—”

“I haven’t been out for a long time. Can you take me to Zhongzhou City below to see the lanterns?” Song Yinchen asked.

Before she finished speaking, Shen Ye suddenly heard a sigh.

Song Qingyun’s sigh.

A hint of indifference and coldness flickered in her eyes, and she said softly:

“Retreat.”

It seemed—

Something had happened.

The world spun.

In an instant.

The world seemed to be pulled away.

Shen Ye found himself standing in a quiet, secluded alley, where he pulled a piece of paper from a crack in the wall.

On the paper was a map.

A map of Zhongzhou City.

No—

Upon closer inspection, it was a map of Zhongzhou City’s underground passages.

Several underground secret chambers were marked with skulls, and the word “danger” was written in sloppy handwriting.

Among the dense network of passages, only one extremely inconspicuous, narrow path hidden behind many others was marked with an arrow, leading all the way to an exit outside the map.

On the blank space of the paper was written a line:

“Follow Song Qingyun’s will, and you might have a sliver of a chance to survive.”

Shen Ye glanced at it a few times and then put the paper away.

He was going to see Song Qingyun tonight.

This Lord of the Weeping Devil Prison appearing early just meant that if he died, she would lose a special slave.

He would never be dominated by her.

As Shen Ye was thinking, he suddenly noticed something was amiss.

Logically, when he was in the Boundary, all his belongings were in his ring.

Only that card representing his identity was in his left pocket.

This was for easy checking of the information on the card.

But now, there seemed to be something in his right pocket as well.

What was it?

Had he placed something in his pocket but forgotten about it?

Shen Ye reached in and pulled out an object.

It was a greeting card, half-burnt.

Two lines of small, crooked writing were on the card:

“When we grow up, we’ll be together.”

“—Gift from Shen Ye.”

The paper was yellowed, its edges black with ash, as if it had been burned by something and then snatched from the fire.

Strange.

This was… a long time ago, the greeting card I gave to that girl.

Why did it suddenly appear in my pocket?

Something must have happened.

—What happened?

Why is my mind blank, and I don’t know anything?

Shen Ye was silent for a moment.

A gentle, warm breeze blew through the quiet alley, bringing with it the sounds of street vendors, laughter, and music from outside the wall, faint and lingering.

The greeting card in his hand was colorful, yet yellowed.

Distant memories, like a boomerang that had traveled through history for over a decade, once again struck Shen Ye.

In a trance, he saw the snowstorm of that day.

The little girl let out a scream, but bravely stood in front of her sister.

He rushed forward—

No!

Just recently, he had recalled this scene!

When was it?

Exactly… when was it?

Something in his mind seemed to make a “bang” sound.

I remember now!!!

—I had clearly already been to the floating island in the sky.

I had met Song Qingyun, Song Yinchen, and the head of the Song family.

Why—

Am I back here again?

Shen Ye felt a chill run up his spine.

Clearly, at the last moment, Song Qingyun had said one word:

“Retreat.”

Could it be time reversal?

Like his “Time Fluid” ability, did she possess an even more powerful time ability?

Too powerful.

Manipulating time should be within the realm of gods, shouldn’t it?

How could he fight that?

Shen Ye tried his best to calm down and asked softly:

“Great Skeleton, do you know what just happened?”

“That evil god left, it left you a map. Don’t trust it,” the Great Skeleton said.

This descendant of a god was also fooled!

…Terrifying.

If Song Qingyun could really control time—

Wait!

Shen Ye suddenly snapped back to reality.

He touched his ring, took out his phone, and lit up the screen.

The current time was 6:59 PM.

Not time!

Song Qingyun’s ability had nothing to do with time!!!

When he met the Lord of the Weeping Devil Prison, this evil god raised her hand, looked at the watch on her wrist, and muttered to herself—

“It’s 6:32 PM now, that’s fine, I can talk to you for a few more minutes.”

Twenty-seven minutes had passed.

—So she had hinted at it from the beginning.

And the reason he could remember everything—

Shen Ye again looked at the broken greeting card in his hand.

The greeting card suddenly emitted a faint light.

Lines of small text appeared with it:

“Activated Memory Beacon.”

“Special Item.”

“Target: The person who wrote this greeting card.”

“Precondition: You correctly identify the recipient of this card.”

“Description: After meeting the precondition, when you touch the greeting card again, the greeting card will activate your memory, allowing you to recall events that have happened – even if you have forgotten them.”

“This greeting card was made ten years ago.”

“—A little girl’s preparation for another meeting.”

Shen Ye was stunned.

It was her.

Ten years ago, she had used her innate ability to make this card.

From the information extracted by his “Door” ability, her original intention was that when she met him again in the future, she would return the greeting card to him, allowing him to remember what had happened – perhaps to ease the awkwardness of not seeing each other for too long, or as a memento, to discuss past events when they met again.

But now, this greeting card played an unprecedented role.

It activated his memory!

Shen Ye closed his eyes slightly, recalling carefully, and indeed remembered everything that had just happened.

After Song Qingyun uttered the word “Retreat”—

He rode his ghost flame motorcycle back into this alley, then reinserted the Lord of the Weeping Devil Prison’s paper into the wall.

After a breath.

His memory directly linked to the moment the Lord of the Weeping Devil Prison had just left.

—Song Qingyun could deceive and modify people’s memories!

And her sister Song Yinchen had the power to activate memories and break through deception!

The wind picked up.

A gentle breeze blew past.

The greeting card crumbled into dust, scattering in the wind.

—Only one chance.

With this chance, Shen Ye remembered everything that had just happened, and also had an initial understanding of Song Qingyun’s power.

Then—

Next time?

If Song Qingyun used this trick again, what should he do?

Check the time.

The two maidens would arrive soon.

He absolutely couldn’t show any flaws!

“Door!”

Shen Ye walked to the corner of the alley, pressed against the wall, and opened a door.

“Feilun, go in, and remember one thing—”

“If I ever go back to the Nightmare World, you must tell me this.”

“What?” the Great Skeleton asked.

“Song Qingyun’s innate ability is to change other people’s memories,” Shen Ye said in a deep voice.

“What!” The Great Skeleton was incredibly surprised and was about to say something else, but Shen Ye opened his ring and directly threw it to the other side of the door.

The door closed.

The door disappeared.

Shen Ye walked out from the dead end of the alley and stood in the middle of the road.

In the sky.

Two bright lights slowly approached.

Before long.

Two maidens, holding lanterns, floated in mid-air.

“Young Master Shen, we finally found you—”

“Our two young ladies would like to invite you.”