Gates of the Myriad Realms Chapter 598
byThe two Shen Yes in the dream world sought the support of its rules.
Meanwhile.
In the dark, distant, eerie and unknowable depths of the void of all worlds.
Bang!
A resonant crash.
That completely dark entity appeared!
—In this void, such a bizarre existence had never appeared before!
Its appearance immediately attracted attention.
Two giant dragons appeared simultaneously, facing this dark fellow together.
The giant dragons were covered in scales as hard as steel, exuding dragon might, and breathing out powers of law, ready to attack at any moment.
—They weren’t afraid of this dark fellow.
But the customary inquiry still had to be made.
“Who are you? Why have you come here?”
One giant dragon asked solemnly.
The dark fellow had not yet spoken, but a descriptor had already appeared above its head.
A descriptor!
Both giant dragons’ expressions hardened.
One of the dragons stared at the descriptor and read:
“Time for an adventure, quack!”
“Special Descriptor, temporarily generated descriptor, high-level insight-side descriptor.”
“Its ability is—”
“More perceptive than all adventure companions, good at spotting all problems in the environment!”
“—The bravest little duckling in legends!”
After reading.
The two dragons stared at the black duck in front of them, their expressions changing.
A duck…
Adventure?
“The Sacred Realm of Entropy is not for just any duck to enter, do you have a token?”
One dragon couldn’t help but ask.
The good duckling patted its rear, pulled out a wooden handle, and waggled it with its wings.
“I have this token.”
The duckling quacked loudly.
The two dragons exchanged glances, their expressions softening.
“Insight type… quite good!”
“Look at its serious demeanor, it’ll either be a foreman or a prosecutor in the future.”
“Let it in?”
“Let it in, we happen to have some work that needs this kind of person.”
The two dragons communicated.
The good duckling pricked up its ears, listening on the side.
Work?
You think I’m here to work?
I refuse to work!
“So you’re one of us—please don’t resist—I’ll directly teleport you to the immigration office.”
One dragon said, uttering a spell.
The good duckling had no time to explain, feeling a spatial fluctuation surge around it.
It was about to be teleported!
Fine, get in first, then talk.
In any case—
Compared to the chaotic situation in the dream world, this side was quite polite.
It had three clones.
It seemed that only it could truly make progress!
After a moment.
The black duck instantly vanished from the void.
The next second.
It appeared in a spacious and bright room.
A row of people sat opposite it.
That’s right.
They were humans!
How could this be?
The good duckling couldn’t help but show a look of surprise, deliberately quacking loudly:
“Humans?”
A middle-aged man wearing golden-rimmed glasses spoke:
“Humans are the newest species, everyone now likes to communicate with this appearance to experience the physical functions of the new species.”
“—It’s a trend.”
Several long bone spurs suddenly rose from behind him.
The bone spurs swayed, then retracted.
The good duckling silently observed.
—I am a human in the body of a good duckling; you monsters are in human skin.
Alright, you play a good game.
The man with golden-rimmed glasses spoke:
“Since you have the token of the Sacred Realm of Entropy and that peculiar descriptor, you can join us directly.”
Join directly!
The good duckling’s heart swelled with joy, and it asked, “Can I obtain the permission of the laws?”
The people nodded in unison.
“You can certainly use the powers of law from the control side, that is your right,” said the man with golden-rimmed glasses.
“What’s the price?” the good duckling asked.
“Everything will proceed from a fair perspective—the capable do more, and those who do more gain more—the Sacred Realm of Entropy has many highly valuable things, as long as you put in the effort, you can obtain them.”
The man in golden-rimmed glasses said.
This statement seemed to have no problems at all.
…If it were true, then this should be a “normal” world.
Compared to D-0314, the great calamity of destruction, the dream world—
This world was simply too precious.
“What do I need to do?”
The good duckling asked again.
The several people looked up simultaneously, gazing at the black duck’s head.
“Since you possess a high-level insight descriptor, you can be responsible for inspecting the conditions of various creations in the Sacred Realm…”
“We have always lacked excellent talents like you, and related tasks have remained unfulfilled.”
“We kindly request you to oversee matters of discernment.”
The man with gold-rimmed glasses said.
A beautiful woman next to him stood up, walked to the good duckling, handed him a thick list, and said respectfully:
“Please take a look.”
The duckling hesitated.
—You’re making such a grand fuss?
And the words sound good.
Then I’ll take a look.
The duck looked down and saw on the list:
“With your initial position, you can accumulate rewards and acquire the following redeemable items.”
“High-tier weapon (limited to one); ”
“Control-side spellcasting (can learn three spells); ”
“Regional map (including coordinates of four worlds, and entry rules); ”
“Instant news (fresh occurrences across all worlds); ”
“Secrets of a designated world (exclusive intelligence); ”
“Mating (finding a partner for you); ”
“…”
The good duckling’s gaze fell upon “Secrets of a designated world.”
That’s right.
What exactly was going on in the dream world?
Kaelon said they were at war.
But when it went there, it found the world seemed to be under invasion.
It needed information!
Indeed.
It had obtained permission from the dream world to continue using dream laws.
But what if those people went back on their word?
Would its knife skills become unreliable?
No.
—The matter of the dream world must be resolved!
This was an absolutely crucial problem.
With this thought.
The good duckling quacked excitedly, and said with fervor:
“Good!”
“I agree!”
“Let me unleash the power of insight!”
The people opposite, seeing its prompt response, were all very impressed.
“This is your emblem, representing you as a formal member of the Sacred Realm of Entropy.”
“Welcome.”
“Brother Duck.”
Everyone applauded.
The good duckling took the emblem and pinned it to its chest.
“Do you need to rest, or shall we start the mission directly?”
The man with gold-rimmed glasses asked.
The good duckling cleared its throat, and proudly said:
“I am a duck who values efficiency, I prefer to demonstrate my abilities first.”
“…Is that so, then we will respect your wishes.”
The man with gold-rimmed glasses clapped his hands.
Instantly.
The good duckling was teleported away.
Swish—
It appeared inside an extremely spacious and bright factory.
Ahead.
Countless humanoid figures were busy.
Machines emitted a noisy hum.
Various creations were rapidly manufactured, moving from one process to another, going through dozens of stages, and finally placed on a conveyor belt.
The conveyor belt slowly transported the creations, stopping them in front of the good duckling.
The good duckling was an exceptional duck.
It understood at a glance.
—This final step was equivalent to quality inspection before leaving the factory.
Because it possessed the power of a high-level insight descriptor, it was placed here to be an expert responsible for inspecting creations.
The good duckling then looked at those creations.
Hmm.
These were fine.
“Pass!”
It quacked.
The conveyor belt moved, carrying a stack of creations away from it.
Immediately after.
Another stack of creations was transported over.
“Pass!”
The duckling quacked.
Another stack of creations arrived.
“Stop—this one has a problem, one step is wrong.”
The good duckling quacked.
Immediately, a humanoid figure ran over and took that creation away.
Several monsters in human guise studied the creation for a while, then applauded the duckling in unison.
“Thanks to you for keeping an eye on it.”
“Indeed, if not for you, we would have almost ruined everything!”
“Please continue your excellent work!”
The monsters said sincerely.
The good duckling didn’t say much, merely staring at the conveyor belt with an extremely calm expression.
…Fate indeed.
It said it wouldn’t work.
Yet here it was, working after all.
Am I destined to be a laborer?
After a while.
The conveyor belt moved again.
“Pass.”
“Pass.”
“Stop.”
“Pass.”
The duck quacked like an emotionless machine, quacking one sound after another mechanically.
To accumulate rewards for exchanging secrets of the dream world—
I’ll endure!
…
Meanwhile.
In the dream world.
Time was one second.
The door opened, and Shen Ye thrust his knife out, impaling the staff member and their knife into the door.
The door immediately vanished.
The “Mortal Coil” activated!
The first second ended—
As the second second began.
Shen Ye retracted his knife, slipped into another newly opened door, and disappeared.
—The entire combat process ended.
The staff member landed in another secret passage, slumped on the ground, his expression dazed.
Just now—
What happened?
His mind was blank, he couldn’t remember what had just occurred.
Suddenly.
Several winged figures appeared in the secret passage, looking at him.
“What happened?”
One asked.
“Nothing, everything’s normal,” the staff member immediately replied.
“You issued a permit?”
“Yes.”
“Where is the person?”
“Outside,” the staff member pointed upwards, smiling, “he’s already been eaten.”
The few figures stared at him.
Several seconds.
“Alright, since everything’s normal, we’re leaving.”
Having said that.
One of them reached out, saying, “Give back the emblem.”
“Eaten—that guy got him in one go—the dream emblem was swallowed too.”
The staff member said.
The few figures continued to stare at him.
“Is there a problem?” the staff member asked.
“Let’s go,” those few figures said.
They vanished from the secret passage.
Only the staff member remained alone.
Beep beep beep—
A sound suddenly came from the ground.
The staff member looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a constantly beeping object buried beneath where those people had disappeared.
“A bomb?”
The staff member asked curiously.
Boom—
The entire secret passage was blown to smithereens.
Thousands of meters away.
In another secret passage.
“I didn’t fool them,” Scent said somewhat dejectedly.
“Was it exposed?” Shen Ye asked.
“Originally, manipulating his body was very simple, but they wanted to retrieve the dream emblem—the one that guy gave you.”
“I accessed his memory and found that the emblem can trace back everything, showing all that happened before.”
“As soon as I refused, they blew that person up.”
Scent quickly explained.
Shen Ye removed the dream emblem from his chest.
—This thing is quite troublesome.
It absolutely cannot be taken back by them, otherwise, if they trace it back to him—
The permission just obtained would be revoked.
Tsk.
Shen Ye rubbed the emblem in his hand, then suddenly activated the “Behind-the-Scenes Person” descriptor.
In a few short seconds.
The emblem gained a prefix:
“Irreparable.”
There!
He put the emblem away and asked, “Are there any clues in that person’s memory?”
Scent replied:
“He was just a low-level dream moth, didn’t know much.”
“The world situation has been unstable recently, and he spent some money to inquire about it, only getting one useful piece of information.”
“What information?” Shen Ye asked.
“The rules of the dream world are about to change soon. Only by obtaining a dream descriptor can one preserve their dream powers.”
“Obtaining a dream descriptor is extremely difficult. If it’s truly impossible, then lead three hundred outsiders to be eaten by monsters.”
“After success, one can get a promotion and save their life.”
Shen Ye listened, deep in thought.
Dream descriptor?
Although the emblem was destroyed, if the entire dream world underwent changes, no one knew what the situation would be like in the future.
He had to ensure his dream law powers remained unaffected.
To preserve his power…
“How does one obtain a dream descriptor?”
Shen Ye asked.
“According to that dream moth’s memory, one must fight for the dream world to gain dream evaluation.”
“Only with a high evaluation is there a certain probability of obtaining a descriptor,” Scent explained.
“Why didn’t he go to war?” Shen Ye asked.
“—Leading three hundred outsiders to their deaths is simpler and effortless. He already led over two hundred seventy, and you were the two hundred eightieth,” Scent said.
“That’s right,” Shen Ye sighed, “the monster and the gray mist are both terrifying, most normal people wouldn’t go to war.”
“It’s a very special battlefield. In fact, there are also some normal battlefields,” Scent said.
“Normal?”
“Yes, some battlefields are normal—that is, fake ones. These are trial-type dreams, specifically for strong dream-type individuals to undergo trials for promotion.”
“I want to go,” Shen Ye said.
“Of course you can go, but you must be quick to complete the trial—”
Scent’s expression became serious and tense:
“I am parasitic in this world, so I have some sense—the great change in this world is imminent.”
“Do you know how to get to the normal battlefield?” Shen Ye asked.
“There’s a teleportation array—let’s leave the secret passage first. You go west along this path, and at the fork ahead, take the right.”
“Okay.”
Tens of minutes later.
Shen Ye was teleported to the entrance of a palace.
Many powerful beings were already there, with various appearances, many of whom used human forms.
—Using human form was indeed a fashionable thing.
Shen Ye glanced at them and then paid no more attention.
The castle itself attracted more of his attention.
“So strong!”
“Such immense dream power swirling around this castle, if only I could use it all…”
“My knife art would advance by several levels!”
Shen Ye thought to himself.
Just then, a muscular man in human form stepped forward and placed his hand on the castle gate.
The gate hummed, emitting a solemn voice:
“A born warrior!”
“Please enter the castle. You must defeat twenty-seven dream monsters in the catacombs.”
“After succeeding, bring their heads back here.”
“I will give you a trial reward, and a higher-level trial mission!”
Rumble—
The gate opened.
The muscular man walked in and disappeared.
The gate closed again.
“This is a normal trial,” Scent said.
“I see,” Shen Ye replied.
Another person stepped forward and placed their hand on the door.
The door suddenly emitted a mocking sound:
“You are also a warrior, but your strength is too weak. Go back and train for two hundred years!”
The person was stunned, then immediately furious, “You look down on me?”
He was about to attack the door.
Thud—
The door released an invisible attack, sending him flying to a wall tens of meters away.
“You can’t even take one hit from me, go back and drink milk.”
The castle gate scoffed.
The person recovered for a moment, lowered his head, and teleported away.
Everyone felt a knot in their stomachs.
This gate was very strict!
And it even mocked people!
While everyone was uneasy, a broad-shouldered, bear-like demon stepped forward and placed his hand on the door.
The gate once again emitted a solemn sound:
“A cunning assassin.”
“You are skilled at hiding in the shadows, effortlessly reaping the lives of your enemies.”
“Excellent! Please enter the castle. You must defeat three dream liches in the underground wine cellar.”
“After succeeding, bring their soul fragments back here.”
“I will give you a trial reward, and a higher-level trial mission!”
The broad-shouldered, bear-like demon couldn’t help but ask:
“Why did the person before go to the catacombs, while I’m in the wine cellar?”
The gate patiently replied, “Because you are stronger than him, so your challenge level is one tier above the catacombs.”
Its explanation seemed to satisfy the broad-shouldered, bear-like demon greatly.
“Good, open the door, I will challenge the higher tier.” The broad-shouldered, bear-like demon said.
Rumble—
The gate swung open.
The bear demon walked in.
“Shen Ye, I know you like to gather information, but time is of the essence now.”
Scent whispered.
“Understood.”
Shen Ye stopped watching, walked straight up, and placed his hand on the door.
After a moment.
The sound of the gate rang out again.
This time.
Its voice conveyed urgency and joy:
“The banquet hall is on the third floor.”
“Sir, everything is ready, just waiting for you to arrive, then the feast can begin.”
“What is my mission?” Shen Ye asked.
“You’ll know soon enough,” the gate replied.
Rumble—
The door opened again.
Behind the door stood a white-haired old man in a swallow-tailed coat, bowing respectfully:
“Your Excellency, please follow me.”
“…Alright,” Shen Ye said.
“Scent, are you sure this is a normal trial?” Charlotte suddenly asked.
“Yes, this is a very important place in the dream world. It concerns everyone’s promotion and elimination—it is absolutely core!” Scent said.
“There won’t be any danger, will there?” Boat of Chaos asked.
“It should be… as long as he acts normally…”
Scent’s voice trailed off.
“It’s fine, I’ll go see what’s going on.” Shen Ye said.
The others stopped talking.
Shen Ye followed the old man up the stairs, traversing the luxurious carpet, all the way to the banquet hall.
“Your Excellency, we have arrived,” the old man smiled softly.
He winked at Shen Ye.
Shen Ye couldn’t help but ask, “May I ask your name?”
“It is I who recognized you—I am the castle gate, and also the eyes of the entire dream castle.”
The old man handed Shen Ye a slip of paper.
On the paper were several lines of beautiful small writing:
“The Dream Gatekeeper betrayed our world, bringing in foreign enemies to dismember the entire dream.”
“Help us kill him.”
“We will pay sufficient compensation.”
“—Lord Keeper of Nightmares and Reality.”
As Shen Ye finished reading, all the small words vanished, turning into an invitation.
“To the esteemed:”
“Mr. Baxter the Vampire.”
“On behalf of the dream world, you are sincerely invited to this dream banquet.”
“—The Gate of Dreams.”
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