Gates of the Myriad Realms Chapter 659
byChapter 642: Demon King? Human?
“Network connected.”
“You have a new notification, please check.”
Two lines of text displayed on the phone.
Shen Ye looked at the two lines of text and then around him.
It was truly baffling—
At this moment.
He was not in that boundless sword rain.
Valhalla was not before him either.
Tall buildings stood all around, cars flowed endlessly on the streets, and people streamed by.
The sun shone brightly.
—This was the human world.
Why?
Could it be that Valhalla used some spell to send him to the human world?
Shen Ye tapped on the notification on his phone.
“We are aware of your plan and commend it. Please come to the church at the end of the road for a discussion.”
—It shouldn’t be Valhalla.
After all, the Wi-Fi provider was the “Omniscient and Omnipotent Lord,” so the message might have come from him.
Shen Ye strolled to the end of the road.
Indeed, there was a white church there.
The church doors were open.
No one was inside.
Under the arched dome, rows of stone pillars stood tall.
Light filtered through the colored glass windows, casting a myriad of colors, and amidst the faint sound of hymns, it brought a sense of relief to one’s heart.
An old man in a white robe sat on a long bench, beckoning him.
Shen Ye pointed at himself.
The old man nodded.
Shen Ye walked in, approaching the old man, and said:
“May I know your esteemed name?”
“Your network was provided by me, child,” the old man said with a benevolent smile.
Shen Ye’s heart trembled, and he quickly cupped his hands, saying:
“Thank you, Your Excellency. I never expected you to descend here personally.”
“It’s nothing—in fact, you did me a great favor, and I should be thanking you,” the old man said.
Shen Ye showed a puzzled expression.
The old man waved his hand and said, “Back in Genesis, I decided everything and knew that the final epoch would usher in the emergence of laws.”
“In other words, I knew when everything started from scratch.”
“Since you knew, why didn’t you stop it earlier—” Shen Ye said.
The old man interrupted him, saying:
“I do not prevent anything from happening.”
“It’s like when you skip a stone across water; your will is to ‘throw it’ and ‘see how many times it skips,’ not to ‘prevent it from being thrown’.”
“Similarly, when God throws a stone, he does not act inconstancy.”
Shen Ye shrugged.
—Gods never admit their mistakes, right?
“But you still did me a favor,” the old man said.
“I don’t understand,” Shen Ye said.
“The power of the strange lives is beyond imagination. Their master sensed my existence and used all their strange powers to imitate me.”
“—That is Valhalla.”
The old man said.
“Valhalla is a strange life!” Shen Ye blurted out.
“Absolutely correct. Its purpose is to replace me.”
“Did it succeed?” Shen Ye asked.
“I haven’t made a move yet, what do you think?”
“Why didn’t you make a move?” Shen Ye pressed.
“Because I only play high-stakes games,” the old man’s voice was as deep as the sea.
Shen Ye froze, looking at the old man in front of him.
High-stakes games—
Did you play?
Where did you play?
—That sword rain wasn’t yours.
And this time, I’m having a life-and-death showdown with Valhalla.
You just provided Wi-Fi.
And charged for it.
The old man continued with a serious expression:
“Valhalla is trapped in a sword rain, and its outcome is undecided, so to reward you, I brought you here for some pointers.”
“I am all ears,” Shen Ye said.
The old man’s expression grew serious, and he began:
“The identity of ‘Valhalla’ is composed of many extremely powerful truthful creations.”
“If you truly succeed—”
“You will become an existence coveted by many strange lives.”
“Coveting what of me?” Shen Ye asked.
“To dismantle your truthful creations and use them to achieve their strange identities,” the old man said.
Now Shen Ye understood.
—For example, after he defeated the Umbrella Demon, Annie devoured the black umbrella.
Now.
Annie could bestow “Quirky Power” upon individual entities.
If he defeated Valhalla.
Innumerable strange beings would want to obtain Valhalla’s “legacy” from him.
He heard the old man continue:
“Is it to continue using strange powers as a human? Or to completely transform into a strange life and serve the strange faction?”
“This is the most important question.”
“I don’t see any difference here,” Shen Ye said truthfully.
“The Eternal Poem is humanity’s mission. If you succeed and decide to serve the strange faction, the Eternal Poem will end completely.”
“—Because you are the last human to receive this mission.”
“What will be the consequences?” Shen Ye asked.
“Humanity loses its mission and enters complete destruction—and with my help, you will become an extremely powerful being among the strange.”
“If you remain human, all strange beings will attack you.”
“They will not allow you, the ‘maintainer of the old order,’ to possess such powerful strange power.”
“Make your decision here.”
“—I will only help you this one time, no matter what path you choose.”
The old man said.
Shen Ye was silent for a few breaths, then said:
“I will continue with the Eternal Poem, and not become a strange life.”
“Decided?” the old man asked.
“Yes,” Shen Ye said.
“But why?” the old man pressed.
“It sounds funny, but there’s a brand of instant noodles I buy every time I go to the supermarket.”
“I really enjoy cold drinks and hot dogs with my noodles.”
“If humanity goes extinct, I won’t be able to eat such food anymore.”
“Just for that?” the old man couldn’t help but ask loudly.
“Eating instant noodles is more interesting than eating people,” Shen Ye said.
“No other reason?”
“There are a few other things I don’t know if they’re worth mentioning.”
“Tell me,” he said.
“I like reading novels, like ‘The Final Days of All Worlds Online’; I also like staring at the sky, raising some cats and dogs, and walking with them.”
“—‘Humanity’ is my anchor point; I’m happy to exist as such.”
The old man gave him a deep look, his expression relaxing, and said in a complaining tone:
“I thought you would show outstanding performance in such a solemn and serious matter.”
“I’m sorry to have disappointed you,” Shen Ye said.
“Alright, then, go be your mortal self. Farewell,” the old man said.
“I also have a question,” Shen Ye said.
“Ask away.”
“You are the ‘Omniscient and Omnipotent’ Lord, logically, you should know what I want to say, so why do you still ask me?”
The old man said solemnly:
“It’s like ‘love’; you must say it out loud yourself.”
This time, it was Shen Ye who stared at the old man before him.
“What is said aloud becomes ‘Law,’ representing your will, the ‘cause’ of your actions—if you don’t even dare to speak, then it means nothing.”
The old man shrugged, mimicking his gesture.
“Understood.”
“Hmm, go. Today’s battle, whether you win or lose, I will cover for you.”
“Thank you.”
Shen Ye gradually disappeared.
Only the old man remained alone in the church.
He was silent for a few moments, then suddenly pulled out a steaming bowl of instant noodles, a cold drink, and a hot dog from the void.
“Is it really that delicious?”
He murmured, scattering all the holy light from his body.
As a mortal—
He was going to try it.
…
On the other side.
The sky-covering sword rain fell.
Shen Ye suddenly snapped back to his senses.
Amidst the brief stagnation of all things, he looked at Valhalla opposite him—
Watching the horrified expression on its face, the hand Seals formed, the massive dharma image appearing behind it, and the changing space around it.
—It was preparing to resist, and if that failed, to flee.
But.
This was the Destroyer Lord’s sword rain.
Apart from his swordsmanship, nothing else could take effect.
Perhaps a strange life imitating the “Omniscient and Omnipotent Lord” could withstand this sword?
He didn’t know.
He could only take it one step at a time!
Shen Ye swung the Luoshen Sword, unleashing the Destroyer Sword Technique.
In an instant.
The entire world resumed its operation. “Block!”
Valhalla roared.
A golden round shield appeared above his head, blocking the endless sword rain.
Clang clang clang—
The round shield held!
However, a sneer suddenly echoed in the void.
Immediately after.
A voice as deep as a mountain sounded:
“What kind of divine profession are you playing without money? I’m coming in.”
A simple long sword pierced through the golden round shield and landed squarely on Valhalla’s head.
—It was going to cut Valhalla down!
Shen Ye’s pupils contracted.
An opportunity.
A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!
In a flash.
An invisible wave of fluctuations emanated from the void.
Valhalla was pulled violently by an extremely powerful force, suddenly disappearing into the void!
The sword flew directly in front of Shen Ye and cried out:
“Your ability is extremely rare, yet why did you use it to save it?”
“My apologies,” Shen Ye said, apologizing.
At the same time.
On the other side.
Place of Exile.
A duck formed a hand seal and cried out:
“Come back! Valhalla!”
Whoosh—
Valhalla appeared from the void, landing on the ground.
“Did you save me?”
He asked uncertainly, even a little incredulous.
“You don’t want to? Never mind.” The duck’s double-wing hand seal changed again.
The spell has been dissolved!
In an instant.
The place of exile disappeared along with the duck.
Valhalla returned to the memory world shrouded in endless sword rain.
Only lines of faint glowing text flickered unsteadily:
“You used the ‘Place of Exile’ ability to save Valhalla from a life-and-death situation.”
“You dissolved the ability, allowing it to leave.”
“Congratulations.”
“You have gained access to the gate of its memory world and obtained the corresponding ‘Transformation Card’.”
A card silently appeared, suspended in the darkness.
Valhalla emerged on the front of the card, eyes closed, expression solemn, as if a god had descended.
Transformation Card!
—This was the true value of the “Place of Exile”!
A faint glow appeared next to the card:
“Demon King of the End · Valhalla.”
“Identity Card.”
“Description: When you use this card, you gain all of Valhalla’s knowledge, experience, and identity, and can exist in the world as him.”
“—If you do not acquire the truthful creations that support its identity, then you will only possess its general identity, not its strange identity.”
The card flashed and merged into the darkness.
Memory world.
The sword rain continued to fall.
At this moment.
Shen Ye had just finished speaking with that long sword—
The longsword cried out:
“Your ability is an extremely rare product of the fusion of the strange and destruction. Why did you use it to save it?”
“My apologies,” Shen Ye said, apologizing, “I’ll give it back to you.”
Swish!
Valhalla appeared beneath the blade of the long sword.
The longsword struck it down, then soared into the sky, vanishing in an instant.
Shen Ye raised his sword, pinching a sword gesture, and looked at the corpse on the ground.
Valhalla, the Demon King of the End.
Before that sword, it had no resistance whatsoever and was cut into two pieces with a single strike.
—Even its soul was erased.
Something incredible happened!
A card suddenly appeared in Shen Ye’s hand.
He shook the card, and his entire being transformed, turning into Valhalla!
With all of Valhalla’s memories and knowledge—
“Come on.”
Shen Ye whispered.
Five creations, emitting an eerie glow, subtly emerged from the corpse, each radiating an immense strange power!
—Truthful Creations!
Valhalla’s strange existence was constituted by these!
Upon Valhalla’s death, “Valhalla” summoned several truthful creations.
Looking at them.
Shen Ye suddenly understood everything.
Yes.
This was indeed a moment of decision.
Possessing these five truthful creations, and all of Valhalla’s powers, he could completely leap to become the “Demon King of the End”!
In terms of strength, this was an unparalleled leap!
—To become a powerful strange life?
Or to remain human?
This was a major issue!
No wonder the “Omniscient and Omnipotent” God had discussed it with him beforehand.
He had also made his choice in advance.
So what should he do now—
“It’s still more interesting to be human.”
Shen Ye said.
The term “Mandala Uroboros” was activated!
An endless strange power emanated from the five truthful creations, surging into the dharma image behind him.
These truthful creations sensed something was amiss and immediately tried to resist.
Unfortunately—
This was the world of sword rain!
They were struck down by the endless sword rain, their bodies shattered, and only their power was continuously absorbed by Shen Ye.
“Shen Ye,” Chatterley’s joyful voice sounded, “what direction do you want me to evolve in?”
“Whatever makes you happy, I have no demands,” Shen Ye said.
“Okay,” Chatterley said.
In the void.
Lines of faint glowing text frantically appeared:
“You used the term ‘Mandala Uroboros’ to absorb the power of five truthful creations, injecting it into the truthful creation that constitutes your identity:”
“Multilayered Cosmos.”
“Congratulations.”
“The strength of the Multilayered Cosmos is continuously soaring.”
“Your identity is constituted by her, thus your strange identity also rises.”
“—But you still remain human.”
“Please note.”
“The current memory fragment is completely destroyed, and your faction will be forcibly changed to:”
“Old Order.”
“—Covered by the ‘Omniscient and Omnipotent Lord’.”
In an instant.
The sword rain, monsters, truthful creations, and corpses all vanished.
Everything before him shattered like a dream.
Shen Ye found himself back in the historical fragment of the ‘Spirit-Ghost Society’.
Desert.
He stood in the desert, looking at the corpses on the ground.
The mother, still clutching her little girl’s body, was covered in sand, like a silent plaster cast.
“Shen Ye.”
Chatterley whispered.
“What?”
“You told me to evolve according to my own heart.”
“Yes.”
“Now, please say one sentence—”
She whispered softly into Shen Ye’s ear.
Shen Ye’s eyes shifted, and his gaze fell back to the ground, looking at the little girl’s corpse.
Following Chatterley’s hint, he said:
“Resurrect.”
As the words fell.
An endless holy white light erupted from the little girl’s corpse, rushing into the sky and disappearing in a flash.
All the defilement and death intent on the little girl’s body dissipated.
She opened her eyes.
“God… was it you who called me up from hell to speak with me?”
She looked at Shen Ye, asking timidly.
“That’s a good guess.”
Shen Ye said with a smile.
“I won’t let you die, so you must live well.”
Some people don’t need to be resurrected.
But innocents should not be among them.
He was about to revive the little girl’s mother when the old man’s voice suddenly sounded in his ear:
“No one knows what’s happening here right now, but remember, once strange beings discover that you, a human, possess such a high-level strange identity and power…”
“They will relentlessly hunt you down.”
“Don’t be careless, embark on the Eternal Poem; perhaps you can find a way to deal with it.”
“Thank you,” Shen Ye said.
“No need, also, the instant noodles are too spicy.”
“You can put in half the sauce packet; that way it won’t be spicy.”
“So that’s how it is.”
…
(End of chapter)
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