Gates of the Myriad Realms Chapter 610

The Holy Realm of Entropy.

The little yellow duck – no, Good Duck – emerged from the private room, expressionlessly pulling out a wet wipe to clean the lipstick marks off its feathers.

Under the dazzling lights and deafening music, it remained completely unmoved.

It was the legendary duck that rose unsullied from the mud.

The neon lights reflected its solitary back, further highlighting the Duck King’s weathered maturity, making the young females admire it all the more.

A little spirited duck, who was the bouncer, waddled over, quacking:

“Brother Duck, the boss wants to see you.”

“Got it,” Good Duck said coolly.

It turned, wagging its pointed tail, and with super-duper adorable steps, headed towards the bar’s backstage.

The spirited little duck watched its retreating figure enviously, trying to imitate its walk, but couldn’t quite grasp the essence.

It was still too young.

So it didn’t know that some things were God-given talents, and not everyone could reach that level.

As soon as Good Duck pushed open the door, the boss’s voice rang out:

“Haha, look who’s here!”

“Our top star, the Swan King – welcome!”

“Enough, just tell me what you want,” Good Duck said.

Swan…

There’s a difference between a swan and a duck, okay?

You, boss, didn’t do your homework at all, still calling me a swan.

Swan my foot.

Good Duck hopped onto a comfortable sofa, grabbed a specially mixed cocktail, and skillfully tasted it with its beak.

The bar owner was a graceful dragon lady.

She didn’t seem to mind the duck’s attitude, swaying her waist to sit beside it, and spewed a fragrant breath:

“Red card Duck King 666, your luck has arrived.”

“What luck?” The duck remained unmoved, continuing to swirl its wine glass.

“A scout spotted your popularity and potential, and plans to sign you, putting you on a real star path.”

“Will the income be more?”

“Naturally!”

“Then what’s the price, my boss?”

“You need to become a disciple of the Saint of Celestial Light, and become a contracted artist. 99% of your income will go to the Saint’s commercial empire.”

“…That’s too much, I only get 1%, how can I make money?”

“That’s where you don’t understand.”

The female boss revealed a mysterious smile and whispered a word into Good Duck’s ear:

“Popularity.”

“Hmm?” Good Duck didn’t understand.

“The Saint of Celestial Light controls the ‘popularity’ law. As long as he’s willing to promote you, you’ll become incredibly popular!”

“By then, even 1% of the income will be more than what you earn now.”

Good Duck listened quietly, a cold sneer in its heart.

Popularity?

It worked for love and peace on Earth!

It worked as a companion for justice and fairness in the world!

It allowed girls to kiss it to save money and collect enemy intelligence!

It allowed itself to be touched to explore ways to defeat monsters!

All of this was to perpetuate the flickering hope of the human species.

—Now you want me to be a slave?

Bah!

“So, what if I don’t agree?” Good Duck asked.

“If you don’t agree, you won’t have ‘popularity’ anymore, and your development will be severely restricted,” the dragon lady said.

“What kind of restriction?” Good Duck asked.

“From the moment you refuse, no one will ever know you again. You’ll be ‘shelved,’ completely blacklisted!” the dragon lady said.

As if afraid the duck wouldn’t understand, the dragon lady continued:

“The Saint of Celestial Light’s power is stronger than average Saints, dominating the discourse of many worlds, his magic is unimaginable!”

“I advise you not to offend this Saint.”

“Otherwise, soon no one will ever know you, and you won’t be able to earn Entropy points anymore.”

Good Duck fell silent for a moment.

Blacklisted.

Tsk.

Unexpected.

Unexpectedly, the duck circle – no, the entertainment industry – is also controlled by Saints.

No popularity…

It can’t develop?

After being shelved, no one will know it anymore?

What to do then?

Good Duck wasn’t afraid to say it, but it was still a bit worried.

Suddenly.

A flash of inspiration crossed Good Duck’s mind.

No one knows…

That’s it!

“Tell them,” Good Duck cleared its throat and said seriously, “I will absolutely not sign, nor do I care to be an artist.”

“Really?” the dragon lady said, surprised.

“That’s right, I’d rather go back and farm than touch those disgusting things – I can tell them this directly,” Good Duck said.

“You really don’t appreciate a good offer,” the dragon lady said displeased.

“No problem, I’m off to work – Boss, this drink’s on you, after all, my time is precious.”

Good Duck finished speaking, downed the drink in its glass, jumped off the sofa, and left the room.

It hadn’t walked far.

Lines of glowing text popped up before Good Duck’s eyes:

“Currently entering ‘blacklisted’ status.”

“No more entertainment news will publish any information about you.”

“You have lost all ‘popularity’.”

“You have been shelved.”

A cold glint flashed in Good Duck’s eyes.

This is exactly the effect it wanted!

It had already accumulated quite a few Entropy points.

The Holy Realm of Entropy was also more advanced and at a higher level than ordinary worlds.

It was a good time to make a big move!

It returned directly to its dwelling, pulled out the Mark of Entropy, and low-quacked:

“Check current account.”

A voice sounded from the Mark: “You have diligently worked and recently earned: five million six hundred seventy-seven thousand three hundred forty-five Entropy points.”

Good Duck immediately said:

“Exchange all for combat-type magical artifacts.”

“Exchanging now.”

…

Pale World.

Shen Ye had just struck that blow.

The long blade automatically cut through space, only to be crushed by old John’s hand.

The dagger in Shen Ye’s embrace suddenly stabbed out.

Old John casually parried, then retreated to nullify the power of fate on the dagger.

The two stood separated on the edge of a cliff.

—The blade techniques began to fuse.

Shen Ye continued to stall for time.

Whether it was to wait for the new blade technique to emerge, or to buy time for Chattel and the others –

He had to hold off old John!

“You can die now.”

Old John said, his figure suddenly moved.

“Slow down!” Shen Ye shouted.

The opponent wouldn’t wait for him to say anything more!

Shen Ye naturally didn’t expect him to, but instead activated “Meet at Yao Terrace Under the Moon,” and pulled something from his dharma idol.

—A treasure that Good Duck had just placed in his dharma idol!

“Explode.”

Shen Ye uttered a single word.

Boom!!!

The object in his hand directly exploded, transforming into a surging energy tide, cleansing all surrounding power and spells.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

The explosion ended.

On the opposite cliff, old John reappeared, his expression somewhat hesitant.

“Dwarf Grendade?”

He stared at Shen Ye, his expression a little confused.

Shen Ye spoke:

“That’s right, this is a Dwarf Grenade – it’s said that even if you hold it while it explodes, it will never harm its owner, only its enemies.”

Stalling for time.

Every second was crucial.

“You should know I’m not afraid of that kind of stuff,” old John said.

“But it stinks—”

“Even if you’re a Saint, if you get contaminated with its stench, your name will appear on the gray dwarf’s prank list,” Shen Ye said.

Yes.

This bomb was powerful and would make a person incredibly stinky.

More importantly –

Everyone who was hit by it would have their name appear on the prank list.

Imagine.

You are a respected Saint.

But in a battle, you were hit by a blast from a King-level being, covered in the smell of feces.

How embarrassing is that?

It would definitely become a laughingstock!

“Do you really think a few low-level grenades can stop me?”

Old John sneered.

“No, I never dared to think that,” Shen Ye said.

He pulled out a vest covered in Dwarf Grenades and put it on.

“Bomb Man” was born!

—If old John got close, he would detonate all the big grenades!

But what if old John attacked from a distance?

“I don’t need to get close to you to kill you, you fool.”

Old John casually cast a spell.

A towering dark裂缝 suddenly appeared, like a black scimitar, and with a slight flick, it crossed hundreds of meters, cutting towards Shen Ye’s chest.

Shen Ye had no other choice but to grip his dagger tightly and meet the dark rift with a block.

Boom!!!

The void echoed with endless concussive sounds.

Faint lines of text appeared:

“Your dagger contains the power of ‘balance’, dividing the enemy’s attack into a thousand equal parts, scattered throughout the world.”

On the dagger’s edge, the dark rift scattered into a sky full of starlight, falling to the earth, causing the entire world to tremble and collapse.

Shen Ye’s eyes flashed.

Damn it—

Old John was gone!

Without the slightest hesitation, Shen Ye immediately detonated the bomb vest on his body.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

Blazing light, boiling flames, and noxious gases filled the entire world!

Underground.

Chattel and Susu covered their noses together.

“What’s that smell?”

Susu grumbled unhappily.

“Don’t get distracted,” Chattel whispered, “This is the most crucial moment, break through the runes on this coffin with all your might.”

“Okay!” Susu replied.

Above ground.

All the light gradually faded.

Old John hovered in mid-air, a dense, oval-shaped shield of magic surrounding him, blocking all the stench.

“Quick reaction, but it’s over.”

Old John said.

“I disagree with that,” Shen Ye said.

He pulled out another vest covered in Dwarf Grenades and put it on.

Old John shook his head, clasped his hands into a spell, and said:

“A Dwarf Grenade is quite valuable, I didn’t expect you to be so rich—Karon is dead, who is supporting you from behind?”

Before Shen Ye could speak, his hand gestures were already complete.

Rings of invisible light emanated from his handprint, sweeping over Shen Ye without obstruction.

—This was a Saint-level detection spell!

Shen Ye had no chance to resist, and the bombs were useless against this kind of spell!

The next moment.

Old John’s expression suddenly became grave, his gaze flickered uncertainly as he looked at Shen Ye.

“Which Saint stands behind you?”

He asked.

“How do you know it’s a Saint?” Shen Ye countered.

“Only a Saint can resist my detection spell – so who exactly are you working for?” old John asked.

“You’d be scared to death if I told you,” Shen Ye said.

Good Duck’s plan worked!

By resisting the Saint of Celestial Light, his ‘shelving’ took effect, causing Good Duck to vanish without a trace.

No one could detect it!

This resulted in old John’s inability to detect.

Old John was silent for a breath, then spoke:

“You are not a Saint, so you don’t understand our rules.”

“Even if you are an important subordinate of a Saint, if I kill you, as long as I offer sufficient compensation, the other party will not pursue it.”

“But why do you have to kill me?” Shen Ye asked.

“Because I already decided to kill you,” old John said.

“So I have to die?” Shen Ye said.

“Yes – no matter who you are, when I decide to kill you, you must die – that’s my rule.”

A sharp murderous intent appeared on old John’s face, and he slowly spoke:

“Perhaps… you genuinely are stalling for time?”

“But how long can you stall? Your life has already entered a countdown.”

You got it right!

He actually saw through my stalling!

“Hahaha,” Shen Ye burst into laughter, hands on his hips. “You actually think I’m stalling for time? I have many more treasures, they’ll definitely finish you off.”

He grabbed into his dharma idol—

A large cardboard box filled with bombs was pulled out.

—Still Dwarf Grenades!

All of them!

On the opposite side.

Old John had already begun to form hand seals for a spell.

This time.

A completely different aura emanated from him, as if only now was he getting serious.

“It’s over.”

Old John was about to unleash his spell!

Shen Ye, seeing this, did not hesitate to detonate all the bombs.

Between heaven and earth.

A blinding white light flashed and vanished.

Whoosh—

Shen Ye was gone.

Old John’s spell was cast, but Shen Ye’s trace had disappeared.

He quietly sensed for a few breaths, then formed several more hand seals.

“…Not a bomb.”

Old John murmured to himself:

“Hidden within the bomb was a spatial saint’s parchment scroll, which allows the user to ‘immediately reach a safe place’.”

“Quite valuable.”

“…But spending that money is pointless, it only buys a few seconds.”

“That scroll is just a scroll, after all, it’s not a Saint personally acting, and I will seriously kill you.”

“Finding you is easy—”

“Look.”

“You’re dead!”

Before the words faded.

A streak of white light burst from his hand, instantly piercing the void and vanishing.

The white stream of light penetrated endless void, passing through world after world, its power growing stronger and its fluctuations more astonishing.

At a certain moment.

It flew to World D-0314, pierced through the Calamity of Destruction, and plunged into the Eternal World—

Thump.

A sound.

The white stream of light collided with the barrier between the Eternal World and the World of Truth.

—The stream of light couldn’t pass through!

The stream of light lingered for a moment, then suddenly flew back, landing once again in old John’s hand.

“The World of Truth?”

Old John’s eyes blazed with light.

“The Calamity of Destruction exhausted all its power back then, unable to even retain its consciousness, and had to reincarnate into twelve human entities. This allowed it to breach the barrier and leave a planet in the World of Truth.”

“So that kid is actually from the World of Truth?”

“…Interesting.”

On the other side.

Shen Ye appeared in the World of Truth.

“Damn it.”

He whispered.

That parchment just now only helped him reach the barrier of the Eternal World; it couldn’t penetrate further.

But he sensed the danger behind him—

That danger was lethal!

He had to open the door and return to the World of Truth.

At this moment.

Perhaps old John had already guessed his identity.

If that was the case…

This old man was truly extraordinarily cunning.

Maybe he would guess why he was stalling for time.

In other words—

Chattel and the others were in danger!

“Door.”

Shen Ye growled, opening a door and returning to the underground of the Pale World.

He appeared at the same moment.

Old John also appeared in the underground plaza.

“So you were stalling for time to tamper with things here.”

Old John stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the coffin on the platform.

Shen Ye glanced at Chattel.

Chattel suddenly disappeared.

Susu and the Chaos Boat also vanished together.

—Everyone returned into Shen Ye’s dharma idol.

“It worked.”

Chattel transmitted.

“What was the effect?” Shen Ye asked quickly.

“Unsure, but we twisted the runes on the coffin together, erasing its binding power.”

The Chaos Boat interjected.

—This was what ‘Mantis’ had asked Shen Ye to do.

Now Shen Ye had done it!

Almost simultaneously.

Lines of faint text also appeared:

“After undergoing extreme evolution, your blade techniques ‘Revolving Lantern’ and ‘Scattered Flowers’ have fused into an extremely powerful blade technique.”

“Legend has it that an existence capable of reaching such a level in blade techniques is qualified to glean a piece of information from the myriad realms of nothingness.”

“You have obtained this information.”

“This information has descended into your body.”

Shen Ye was watching, when he saw old John walk up to the high platform step by step, and placed his hand on the coffin.

“What have you done?”

“From the World of Truth…human, are you trying to destroy the ‘order’ here?”

As old John’s voice fell, the runes on the coffin rearranged themselves, returning one by one to their original positions, restored as new.

“It’s useless.”

Old John turned back to look at Shen Ye, his gaze growing colder:

“Everything here is pre-set, no matter what you do, you cannot change the laws of this world.”

Shen Ye was stunned, then suddenly whispered:

“So that’s how it is…”

Old John chuckled, staring at Shen Ye with a look of disdain, and said:

“Yes, it seems you understand now—”

“No one who knows about this will live.”

“In the myriad realms, you are the target that all Saints must kill.”

Before the words finished.

A brand new title suddenly appeared above Shen Ye’s head with a “clang”:

“Enemy of the Saints of All Realms.”

“A title marked by the myriad realms, filled with grievances and regrets, a word stained with billions of years of blood and tears.”

“Description: Every Saint already knows of your existence, and they will kill you as quickly as possible, just in case.”

“—Being too clever might not be a good thing.”

This time.

Old John was not in a hurry to make a move.

He stared at Shen Ye with interest and asked:

“How did you figure it out?”

“From the beginning,” Shen Ye said.

“The beginning?”

“Yes, you came to the Pale World, and no monsters appeared, no one attacked you, and I had a guess.”

“Then how did you confirm it?”

“It’s simple – because you repaired that coffin, that’s when I understood –”

Shen Ye took a breath and slowly spoke the startling truth:

“All laws have been claimed by Saints, only the so-called ‘Pale’ law remains here, giving those desperate souls a glimmer of hope.”

“But even if they come to this world, there is no hope.”

“This is a trap jointly constructed by the Saints, used to kill those disobedient strong ones who refuse to sign contracts and serve the Saints.”

“—The entire Pale World is a giant trap!”

A flicker of appreciation flashed in old John’s eyes, and he clapped his hands:

“This place indeed gathers all the killing moves of the Saints. They operate according to a fixed mechanism, and from ancient times until now, they have meticulously killed every newcomer who broke free from control and sought their own path.”

“Everyone was tricked?” Shen Ye asked.

“Not necessarily – those bodies of higher value are decomposed by the infinite laws here and regularly delivered to us.”

“So there’s no chance of becoming a Saint,” Shen Ye said.

“There are enough Saints, and the laws are just enough for us – in fact, being an ordinary professional is quite good, why bother becoming a Saint?”

Shen Ye sighed.

He lowered his eyes, his aura steadily rising.

That strike—

Would it work?

No matter what, he really wanted to strike this Saint.

He had to strike him once.

Even if this body were to die—

He absolutely had to kill him!

Old John, however, was still in the mood to talk, and continued:

“What agile thinking! What a warlike and versatile consciousness – you are worth my full effort to kill!”

Shen Ye listened in silence, his hand pressed against his dagger.

“Chattel? Has he completely repaired the runes on that coffin?”

He quietly asked.

Chattel spoke:

“This Saint has indeed completely repaired the coffin.”

The plan failed!

Tsk.

Although the restraint was just lifted, it was only for an instant.

It seems.

He could only fight.

Shen Ye took a deep breath, gripped the hilt of his dagger, and prepared to unleash his new blade technique.

Old John stretched his limbs, also adopting a combat stance.

“I can feel your blade technique has improved.”

“To show my appreciation, I’ve decided to eliminate you in close combat.”

“—After all, your fate is already sealed.”

Shen Ye sneered and retorted, “You’re just unwilling to give up and want to comprehend my blade technique, why say such pleasant things?”

He tightened his grip on the dagger, ready to strike.

Old John’s eyes also darkened, and his hands moved slightly.

In a flash of lightning—

The void suddenly opened.

One by one, dull gray scales leaped out of the void, landing on Shen Ye’s long dagger.

They automatically pieced together, forming a long, sharp straight line.

The dagger transformed into a long blade.

Lines of faint text continued to flash before Shen Ye’s eyes:

“Your ???? Ancient Blade (Dagger) has gained more law fragments.”

“It has continuously evolved until it fully formed.”

“Congratulations.”

“You have obtained a brand new weapon:”

“Ancient Law’s Sorrow.”

“Proto-long blade.”

“Description: Stabilized thirty-six ancient laws, unaffected by your era, and due to the continuity of history, the laws on the long blade will interact with each other, growing stronger and stronger.”

“—The ancient laws truly seem to be regaining their power.”

Shen Ye was stunned.

Old John’s eyes flickered, and he exclaimed:

“Impossible! Those laws have long lost their power, why would they suddenly appear in your hand?”

He suddenly reacted, looking around, and said in a deep voice:

“Who is it? Who dares to stand against the Saints of the myriad realms, do they not fear death?”

“Get out here!”

Silence.

No one responded.

But a faint voice echoed in Shen Ye’s ears:

“In that instant, you freed the King.”

“—Our King has agreed to the alliance between the World of Truth and the Pale World that you proposed.”

“This blade is a symbol of our friendship.”