Gatekeeper of Myriad Worlds Chapter 199

“Next!”

The Ice Demon sorrowfully retreated.

The Night Revenant following behind it stepped forward, raised its bow—

Whoosh!

An arrow shot out.

Compared to the previous two, this arrow was faster, had a more beautiful trajectory, and was more powerful!

The skull couldn’t dodge in time and had to blow out another stream of ice crystals.

But then the arrow suddenly curved again!

Its trajectory was almost a semicircle, directly circling behind the skull.

What an excellent shot!

The surrounding undead spirits couldn’t help but cheer.

Just as the arrow was about to strike, the skull suddenly began to spin.

It followed the arrow for half a turn and spat out a mouthful of ice crystals.

Bang!

The arrow hit the ice crystals, exploding into a shower of ice fragments.

Failed again!

“That was a decent shot—next.”

General Tazewell commented casually.

The Night Revenant retreated dejectedly.

The remaining Zombies, Dread Demons, and Vampires exchanged glances.

—Even that wasn’t enough?

“I don’t think I can do better than the Night Revenant.” The Zombie sighed and stepped back.

“Me neither.” The Dread Demon said.

Of the two Vampires, one stepped back, and the other stepped forward.

The one who stepped forward was Shen Ye.

He took a deep breath and drew the bowstring to full.

A faint light gathered, forming small characters:

“You are casting ‘Arc of Light’.”

“‘Splendid Overture’s’ Divina skill has been attached to this archery technique.”

“Prepare—”

With a “thwack” sound, the arrow flew from the string.

Just as fast as lightning.

Just as gracefully curved.

Just as it made a second curve, circling behind the skull.

The skull immediately spun half a turn, preparing to spit out ice crystals to block the arrow.

However, the arrow was still moving in a curved trajectory—

Like a high-speed racing car constantly drifting around a corner!

Seeing this wouldn’t work, the skull had no choice but to hold a mouthful of frost and rotate in sync with the arrow.

Spin.

Spin.

Spin!!!

The arrow and the skull spun together at an extremely fast speed for a full one hundred and eight circles—

The skull finally got dizzy.

It retched, spat out the ice crystals, and gasped:

“Is this also called… Arc of Light? Tazewell, you’re tricking me!”

As it cursed, it couldn’t keep up with the arrow’s旋转 speed, and the arrow immediately found an opening, shooting directly into its black eye socket.

Thump—

A loud thud.

The skull detached from where it was hanging and fell.

General Tazewell’s loud laughter followed:

“This is the role of a support class, and the skill is still Arc of Light, I didn’t trick you!”

“—From today onwards, Baxter will be the scout captain of the Boneyard.”

Shen Ye subconsciously looked at the others.

Everyone showed immense admiration.

Could they believe that the arrow shot by this vampire drew circles in the sky?

—Give him five arrows, and he could draw the universal symbol for athletic competition!

“Baxter, put this on. You’ll be in charge of the scout team from now on.”

General Tazewell’s voice rang out again.

A small badge silently appeared before Shen Ye.

The badge was a bow carved from white bone, floating unsteadily in mid-air, emitting wisps of white mist.

A faint light appeared as small characters:

“Wind Sigil.”

“Green quality (excellent).”

“Description: You and your mount will receive a slight boost of wind power when moving, becoming faster and more agile.”

“—Her message is carried on the wind.”

It’s something that increases movement speed!

Actually, it’s not very useful.

Shen Ye paid no mind, but then he noticed the surroundings had become quiet.

He glanced left and right, only to see all the general’s subordinates looking envious.

Even Grim the werewolf was staring intently at the badge in his hand.

…Why?

Shen Ye put away the Wind Sigil and said seriously:

“Thank you for your generosity, General. I will do my best and work diligently for the Boneyard.”

“Hmm, good attitude—everyone, get ready! We are about to depart.” General Tazewell said.

Everyone immediately went to attend to their tasks.

“Baxter, come here.”

The general’s voice came from the carriage.

“Yes.”

Shen Ye walked to the side of the carriage.

“Your support class is Divina?” the general asked uncertainly.

“Yes, General.” Shen Ye replied.

“Wait a day or two—I have a skill I’d like you to help me interpret. I need some inspiration for its advancement.”

The general added, “Don’t worry, all materials and expenses will be provided by me.”

“No problem, General,” Shen Ye said.

“Hmm, good, I think highly of you! Now go do your job.”

“Yes!”

A few minutes later.

Two contingents of guards on skeleton warhorses in front, General Tazewell’s carriage behind, rolled majestically out of the stronghold.

Shen Ye rode a skeleton warhorse, positioned in the middle of the procession.

He rode abreast with Grim the werewolf.

By rights, as a scout, he should be at the forefront scouting, but now that he held an official position, that of “Scout Captain,” he only needed to direct other scouts to scout ahead and keep watch.

“Brother Grim, I’m new to this position and not quite clear on the situation.”

Shen Ye said.

“It’s fine, Baxter. Do you see that black cloud in the sky? That’s the Fallen Spire. We just head in that direction to get to our destination,” Grim said.

“What is the Fallen Spire?” Shen Ye asked.

“Some living people, too curious about the power of devils, become mesmerized and are dragged into such places by devils, slowly having their bodies washed away and their souls taken.” Grim explained.

Shen Ye looked towards the black cloud.

Indeed, the cloud was slowly rotating, and endless humanoid figures seemed to be struggling within it.

“We’re heading in that direction… where are we going?” Shen Ye asked.

“—The border. That’s the General’s order.” Grim gave him a look.

He couldn’t say more.

“Thanks,” Shen Ye said knowingly.

They traveled in silence.

Wherever the procession passed, the bickering undead souls all cleared a path.

About an hour later.

A flat, gray plain appeared ahead.

Scouts kept returning to report on the situation.

It was safe all the way.

Finally.

General Tazewell’s carriage stopped beside the gray plain.

According to the reports from his subordinates, beyond this point lay the edge of the Boneyard.

Once they stepped onto the gray plain, they would be entering the territory of another powerful undead.

—So what were they here for?

A fight?

But the general hadn’t ordered them to prepare for battle; instead, he commanded them to rest on the spot.

Shen Ye, while directing his subordinates to spread out and investigate the surroundings, pondered what would happen next.

Before long.

Shen Ye received a message and immediately reported to General Tazewell:

“General, a carriage has appeared from the plateau, and twenty-four professionals on skeletal horses are approaching our position.”

“Understood.” The general’s voice sounded remarkably calm.

Shen Ye relaxed.

Hmm.

It seems it’s not a fight.

Soon—

The gray carriage, escorted by twenty-four professionals, sped forward and stopped directly opposite General Tazewell’s carriage, about thirty meters away.

“Tazewell, how’s your day going?”

A voice came from the opposite carriage.

“Thanks to you, not bad—and you? Anything happening today?” General Tazewell asked.

“There’s no trouble in my territory today, nor nearby.” The other side replied.

“Today’s a really good day.” General Tazewell said.

“Indeed, it’s a good day.” The other side agreed.

Listening to their conversation, Shen Ye vaguely felt that by the end, they both seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

—But why?

Shen Ye wanted to hear them talk more, but unfortunately, neither side said anything further.

Silence settled over them.

Both parties just stood silently at the edge of the plain, unmoving and not speaking.

—As if waiting for something.

Time flowed slowly.

No matter how curious Shen Ye was, nothing happened.

Five o’clock in the afternoon.

“Time’s up.”

From the carriages on both sides, the two important figures uttered these words simultaneously.

If earlier, during their conversation, they had both sighed in relief, now their tone conveyed a sense of release.

Shen Ye was extremely puzzled.

But no one explained anything.

General Tazewell’s voice rang out again:

“Isaac, how is your carriage still the same? Can it even run?”

There was a hint of teasing in his tone.

The one called Isaac responded in a relaxed tone:

“I just modified the chassis recently, installed a new magic crystal drive engine, and inscribed wind runes—while your carriage is still so antiquated.”

“Hmph, we’ll see. Someday, perhaps we’ll have a race to see whose speed is faster,” the general said.

“I hope that day never comes,” Isaac said.

The general was silent for a moment, then also said, “Indeed, I hope that day never comes.”

The words were spoken.

Both teams turned around and began their return journey.

All the way.

Shen Ye just felt inexplicably confused.

—Arrive at the edge of the territory, spend a few hours with a powerful figure from another faction, exchange a few words, and then both go home?

That’s absurd.

“Baxter.”

A voice suddenly came from the carriage.

“General.” Shen Ye rode his horse over, pressing close to the carriage window.

General Tazewell’s voice came from inside the carriage:

“I heard you’re looking for the Fiery Torture Castle?”

“Yes, General.”

“Why?”

“I have friends there.”

“That place isn’t easy to find; even with a map, you can’t reach it.”

“Why, General?”

“Because that place requires a certain identity to enter.”

A map flew out from the carriage.

Shen Ye quickly caught it.

“Look at it sometime. This is the most detailed map. I’ll take you with me next time I go,” General Tazewell said.

“Thank you, General!” Shen Ye replied loudly.

—The General is truly helpful!

The convoy continued forward, soon returning to the stronghold.

Mission accomplished.

The general ordered them to disband on the spot.

Shen Ye then took his men and, with Grim, dealt with some daily affairs, and stopped a few troublesome spirits in the square.

By the time he had arranged the night duty roster for the scout team, it was already six in the evening.

Time to go home!

He went to the room that was his, dismissed his subordinates, waited a while, then opened the door and went home.

Main World.

Shen Ye pushed the door open and returned to the top floor of the apartment building.

It was already dark.

All the houses were lit up.

Faintly, he could hear music from televisions, children’s playful laughter, and the buzzing sound of kitchen range hoods working.

—Such a peaceful and ordinary life, precious to the point of unreality.

Shen Ye sighed, put away his undead armor, then put away his bow and sword, and only then walked into the apartment building.

By the time he got home, dinner was already made.

His father, Shen Shi’an, was sitting on the sofa, watching TV.

His mother was serving dishes.

“You’re back?”

“Mm.”

“Where did you wander off to?”

“Just around here, the supermarket, the mall, walked around a bit.”

“Let’s eat.”

“Okay.”

Four dishes, one soup.

Comforting and healthy.

Shen Ye quietly ate dinner, chatted with his parents, and enjoyed the peaceful and warm time.

“—It’s so delicious, I’m full.”

“Go rest. If you want to go out and play, go, but be careful and take your phone.”

“Got it, I’m going to the group building. I might practice there tonight, so I won’t be back.”

His parents both looked at him.

“So diligent?” His mother felt a little pained.

“Don’t worry, everyone is working hard. I don’t want to fall behind,” Shen Ye said.

“Go ahead,” his father smiled.

“Mm.”

His parents’ gaze followed him until he left the dining table, put on his shoes, opened the door, went out, and closed the door again.

Half an hour later.

Human World Martial Arts Building.

In a dedicated warehouse.

Shen Ye saw his Ghostfire motorcycle and his bio-clone.

The bio-clone had been repaired and could be activated and used at any time.

As for the Ghostfire motorcycle—

“Ten steps to kill a man, a thousand miles without leaving a trace.” Shen Ye spoke.

Light—

The red pinstripes on the black motorcycle shimmered with streamline light, blurring into a red mist, absolutely cool.

A beautiful AI female voice rang out from the motorcycle:

“Thank you for your important role in the Nine Evil Gods incident!”

“In recognition of your special contribution, Kunlun has upgraded your Ghostfire motorcycle, as outlined below:”

“1. When the speed increases to two hundred kilometers per hour, the motorcycle will transform into a ultra-small speeder, assisting you with AI for flight, up to supersonic speeds;”

“2. New radar fire control and weapon systems have been added. For weight reduction, all weapons are ‘Turbulence’ laser type;”

“3. The latest power system has been loaded, with revolutionary battery replacement, increasing endurance capacity by 218%.”

“All current functions utilize 1741 patents, with algorithms provided by Kunlun, meticulously custom-designed, possessing scientific and technological intellectual property rights and design patents. No individual or entity may plagiarize or imitate.”

“—This is the only motorcycle in the world, Classmate Shen Ye.”