Gatekeeper of Myriad Worlds Chapter 193

All the way.

From time to time, flames would erupt from the ground.

Those who couldn’t run fast enough were instantly incinerated into charcoal, emitting a sizzling sound.

But after a while, these people would recover.

Shen Ye watched, amazed.

“Hell is a place that repeatedly tortures you; it won’t easily let you go,” said The Great Skeleton.

Shen Ye thought so too.

The process of being burned to death by fire was simply too painful and agonizing.

Then they would recover.

Burned again.

— Anyway, they couldn’t leave this hell.

They walked for a while longer.

Suddenly, the earth exhaled a strong wind.

Everyone was swept into the sky with a whoosh, losing control of their bodies, and then—

Splat. Splat. Splat.

They all fell from a height of several thousand meters, shattering into pieces, becoming agonizing human pancakes.

After a while.

Their shattered bodies recovered again.

Shen Ye felt a lingering fear and couldn’t help but sigh.

“Is this the Wind Fire Hell?”

“No, these are just appetizers—the torment of the Wind Fire Hell is far from over,” said The Great Skeleton.

Shen Ye shrugged and continued walking with the dead souls.

But no one knew why they were walking forward.

“Damn vampire, you stepped on my foot!”

A ghoul roared in anger.

“Huh? No, I didn’t,” Shen Ye said.

— He was far away from it.

But it and a few other ghouls beside it showed malicious intent.

“You stepped on it, and you dare to talk back?”

The ghoul pulled out a dagger from its waist and ferociously gestured twice.

Shen Ye silently drew his Nightfall Blade.

This sword, having evolved from “Night Curtain,” was no longer a short sword; its size was comparable to a normal sword.

Unexpectedly, as soon as this sword was drawn, the surrounding dead souls showed avarice.

“Things from the living world are hard to bring down here; your sword is quite a treasure,” The Great Skeleton whispered.

“Huh? I’ve become a fat sheep?” Shen Ye mocked himself.

No wonder they were looking for trouble with him.

“Charge, kill him, and snatch that sword!” the ghoul roared loudly.

Shen Ye simply activated “Flowing Moon,” wielding the Nightfall Blade, and manifested seven or eight flowing afterimages, cutting through the ghouls.

He wasn’t afraid of getting hurt, shuttling back and forth amidst various attacks, elegantly performing the “Taibai” sword technique.

In a few breaths.

All seven ghouls were annihilated.

Shen Ye sheathed his sword and looked around.

The dead souls lowered their heads and continued walking forward.

No one approached Shen Ye anymore.

Shen Ye himself felt somewhat bored.

Fighting with these dead souls was actually meaningless.

— Capable dead souls wouldn’t be scurrying around like refugees here.

Besides, he was here to solve problems.

There were two problems now—

First, where was the Underworld Lord Mictetikasiwa?

Second, why did the main world and the nightmare world share one hell?

As for that tree, and even the bizarre singer chasing him, they were actually not important.

He had too much on his plate already.

He didn’t have time to bother with them!

Shen Ye pulled out his phone and checked the time.

It was past three in the morning.

Not bad.

He was still in good spirits.

He remembered back when he and a bunch of brothers would stay up all night at internet cafes; many would complain loudly, but then collapse by midnight.

Some others would invariably pass out by two or three in the morning.

He, with his extraordinary talent, always managed to stay awake until morning for breakfast, maintaining his alertness until he went back to shower and sleep.

This talent seemed to have carried over.

Right now, he was full of energy and could continue to explore the secrets of hell.

While thinking about this and that, Shen Ye passed through the boisterous dead souls, gradually moving away from the chaotic area.

Sometimes, when he saw a particularly strange corpse on the ground, he would squat down and ask, “Who are you?”

After the other party answered, he would ask again, “Do you know the Underworld Lord Mictetikasiwa?”

— Each time, the answer was negative.

Shen Ye wasn’t discouraged; he walked and stopped, constantly questioning.

He kept walking.

Along the way, he encountered many monsters who coveted the long sword at his waist.

They blocked Shen Ye, wanting to eat him and steal his sword.

Shen Ye taught them about civilization and manners.

But this couldn’t be a permanent solution.

After many such incidents, he grew increasingly annoyed and simply put away his sword, continuing forward empty-handed.

— This should be fine, right?

After walking for a while.

“Hey, you damned arrogant vampire up ahead, stop right there!”

Someone shouted again.

This time, Shen Ye was truly angered and snapped, “What? It’s not my fault I’m handsome, do you want to fight?”

“No, no,” it was a night elf fish-man from the undead race, “I’ll point you in a direction.”

The fish-man pointed towards a thorny path.

“Go this way, and you’ll reach the Land of Scattered Bones. Our master has built a sanctuary there.”

“I’m telling you this because you’re handsome and skilled, and I’m showing you the way.”

“…May I ask your name, brother? What is your official position in the Land of Scattered Bones?” Shen Ye asked with clasped hands.

“Special Envoy for Slave Transportation in the Land of Scattered Bones,” the fish-man said proudly, hands on hips.

“…” Shen Ye.

Damn it.

You’re telling the slaves to gather on their own, right?

Your calculations are a bit too obvious!

“Don’t misunderstand, I saw your swordsmanship—you can definitely become a capable subordinate to our master—we have very good benefits, you know,” the fish-man said.

“It dares to meet your gaze; it seems very sincere,” The Great Skeleton whispered.

“Nonsense, a fish’s eyes don’t close,” Shen Ye whispered.

He observed the fish-man and asked,

“You said the benefits are good—is your master a kind person?”

“Of course! Last time, a ghost princess had a falling out with our master, and upon leaving, the master gave her a set of excellent-grade equipment, a mount, and a large bag of bone coins!” the fish-man announced loudly.

“Are there still such opportunities?” Shen Ye asked.

“Stop babbling! That ghost princess once saved my master!”

“It seems one must also be skilled,” Shen Ye mused.

“That’s a must!”

Alright.

Since he had finally found an “organization” in hell, it wouldn’t hurt to check it out.

He continued in the direction the fish-man pointed.

About an hour later.

A massive fort appeared ahead.

As soon as the fort appeared, the pace of the surrounding dead souls slowed considerably.

The refugee-like procession regained some order.

The seemingly ferocious dead souls no longer fought indiscriminately.

“Door.”

Shen Ye found a hidden spot and silently recited the word.

The previously set waypoint in mid-air was instantly overwritten with his current location.

— The next time he crossed the door, he would arrive directly here.

Having done this, he felt relieved and calmly walked to the main gate of the fort.

A notice was posted at the gate:

“Call for Recruitment.”

“The Land of Scattered Bones is recruiting various melee and ranged professional soldiers. Interested parties please gather at the fort’s plaza.”

Shen Ye thought for a moment and walked towards the fort’s plaza.

Some people were already waiting there.

“Responding to the call?”

A werewolf sized up Shen Ye.

“Yes, I need a job,” Shen Ye said.

“Name?”

“Baxter—Zhong Baxter.”

“Zhong?” The werewolf looked at him quizzically.

“Yes, I’m the second in my family; my older brother, who is first, is still alive,” Shen Ye explained.

“Then it should be Er (two),” the werewolf held up two claws.

“We prefer to say ‘Zhong’ over ‘Er’; ‘Er’ is an insult where I come from,” Shen Ye waved his hand, firmly refusing.

“Zhong Ba, what’s your profession?” the werewolf called out cordially.

“Please call me Zhong Baxter. I am an archer,” Shen Ye said.

“We happen to need some ranged professionals—Zhong Ba, shoot that bell three hundred meters away.”

Shen Ye drew an arrow and shot.

Clang—

The bell swayed incessantly, emitting a sound.

“Good,” the werewolf was very satisfied, “The Land of Scattered Bones welcomes you—tell me your salary expectations.”

Shen Ye bowed slightly, “I just died not long ago and am still a bit unclear about the situation in hell. If you could arrange someone to tell me about hell, I would be very grateful.”

The werewolf looked around and saw no one else coming to apply, so he started chatting.

“Hell, you see, used to have many layers, but now only the first layer is usable, which is why you see the dead souls on the ground fighting and vying for territory.”

“But you are very lucky.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you arrived here and haven’t been eaten yet—this is the property of a great figure who is very lenient and generous to his subordinates; you’ll understand later.”

“Thank you for the introduction. Have you heard the name of the Underworld Lord Mictetikasiwa?” Shen Ye asked.

“Gods? No, they are all in hiding for safety’s sake—no one knows where they are hiding, so don’t waste your time,” the werewolf said.

The werewolf continued in a sympathetic tone:

“Perhaps you had faith before, but now you must understand that in hell, you have to look out for yourself.”

Just then, someone else arrived to report.

The werewolf patted Shen Ye’s shoulder and went to greet the newcomer.

“At this rate, I’m afraid it will be very difficult to find my mother,” The Great Skeleton seemed a little dejected.