Gates of the Myriad Realms Chapter 660

Chapter 643 The Gaze of an Outer God

“Chatterley.”

“Chatterley?”

“…Still asleep, huh.”

Shen Ye shook his head.

—Having absorbed the power of Valhalla and its truth creations, Chatterley granted Shen Ye the authority to use “resurrection.”

Then she fell into a deep sleep.

“Let her sleep; that power is truly immense. You can actually look forward to how strong she’ll be when she wakes up,” Susu said.

Indeed.

Shen Ye stopped worrying.

He stood atop a sand dune, looking towards the oasis town in the distance.

The people had been resurrected.

The town was flourishing.

—It wasn’t hard to restore everything to its original state.

With Susu’s help, she directly controlled the desert, causing all the sand and stones covering the town to recede.

The town’s houses returned to normal.

Then Shen Ye resurrected the residents, and also resurrected all the camels, goats, and donkeys.

—What about the crops?

The Chaos Boat slammed to its knees, roaring, “You know I can evolve naturally, so why do you look like you’re half-dead?”

“You were just buried by sand, not dead.”

“Grow up already, dammit!”

“Please!”

So the plants grew vigorously.

The problem was solved.

The resurrected town residents knelt in gratitude.

Shen Ye was not good at handling such situations and turned to leave.

But everyone was too enthusiastic.

The little girl also held his hand, refusing to let go.

He had no choice but to stay and eat a meal with everyone.

When it was time to leave.

Under the mayor’s supervision, all sorts of delicious food, fruits, clothes, camels, coins, and women were placed before Shen Ye.

It was hard to decline such hospitality.

Shen Ye took some food and then suddenly disappeared.

At this moment.

He stood on the sand dune, munching on a fresh apple, muttering:

“They’re treating me like a god…”

The town destroyed by Valhalla had been completely restored.

—This was a power of the bizarre.

But after he gained such power, he received a warning from the Lord.

As a human.

Possessing an extremely high-level bizarre identity and power.

He would be hunted by countless bizarre beings!

Shen Ye narrowed his eyes.

This wasn’t going to be easy.

It really wasn’t easy.

—Because the memory of that sword rain had been destroyed by the “Omniscient and Omnipotent Lord”!

Admittedly, this was to help cover up the fact that he had “killed Valhalla and acquired everything it had.”

But!

He had lost that memory of sword rain!

He couldn’t pull people in to kill anymore!

He had to rely on himself!

Shen Ye couldn’t help but sigh.

So sad, so disappointed.

“Go forth and unfold the Eternal Poem; perhaps you will find a way to cope.”

These were the words of the “Omniscient and Omnipotent Lord” when they parted.

Should he try it?

Shen Ye’s mind stirred, connecting to the sequence and activating the Eternal Poem.

Lines of faint light text quietly appeared:

“The second mission has been completed.”

Shen Ye was surprised.

Completed?

That’s not right, he hadn’t done anything.

Upon careful recollection.

The first mission was “eliminate hidden dangers.”

The content was to “discover the Mechanical Hermit hidden behind the scenes, continually manipulating the fate of humanity, and defeat it and its Modifier.”

This was a great battle fought across multiple worlds.

What about the second mission?

Prompt after prompt appeared:

“You have completed Mission Two: Master Identity.”

“Description: Humanity passed through the Aether, escaping into the myriad worlds, but was discovered and manipulated by the Mechanical Hermit; otherwise, humanity would have had a certain probability of achieving advanced bizarre identities while retaining their human identity.”

“—To wield the power of the bizarre with a human body, elevating it to a certain level, this is the second mission of the Eternal Poem.”

“You have completed it.”

“With this feat, your basic sequence skill ‘True Eye’ has merged with the sequence, beginning to shed its outer shell and reveal its true alignment.”

“Attention.”

“Your sequence ‘Exiled Emperor’ has returned to its original alignment:”

“Old Order.”

Shen Ye couldn’t help but pat his forehead when he saw this.

That “Lord” was truly interesting.

He had already changed his alignment to “Old Order” in advance.

Now, as he unveiled the Eternal Poem, his sequence also updated to “Old Order Sequence”!

This meant—

His identity had been whitewashed.

Logically speaking, it was completely understandable, just hard to imagine.

—Humans were the protagonists of the old order.

How could a sequence used by humans belong to the bizarre alignment?

It clearly belonged to the Old Order alignment!

Shen Ye was a little alarmed again.

To go to such great lengths, divided into “missions” and “lairs,” falling into countless worlds, searching for suitable candidates, enduring countless ages, and finally assembling the sequence, successfully infiltrating the bizarre, seizing its power, and then returning to the human alignment—

How incredibly difficult this was!

So being called “Exiled Emperor” was quite fitting.

It really was an exile!

So then.

Before Shen Ye could think further, the faint glowing text slowly unfurled:

“The sequence ‘Exiled Emperor’ has been officially renamed and advanced to ‘God-Slayer IV’. This sequence’s elevation to IV incorporates both the power of ancient sequences from the current historical fragment and contributions from the ‘Lord’.”

“You have officially obtained the sequence skill of the Old Order sequence ‘God-Slayer IV’:”

“Divine Mantle.”

“Description: All your skills will be draped in the guise of divine-side skills, bearing holy names as a disguise, making you appear as a master of the human faction.”

“In exchange, targets you help will pay a fee, and targets you kill will drop all their wealth and equipment.”

“Of these earnings, seventy percent will go to the ‘Lord’, and thirty percent will go to ‘you’.”

“—The Lord is with you.”

“—Special note: The Lord is only with you in business matters; in matters of the heart, you must rely on yourself.”

Shen Ye was stunned.

Only then did he realize.

That old man was waiting for him particularly to do business.

Your calculations ran too deep!

Speaking of which—

It’s reasonable for those who are helped to pay a fee.

But is it reasonable for killing to drop equipment?

—God, are you stealing concepts from video games and then profiting from them?!

At this moment, the last three lines of text appeared:

“How can holy matters be described as ‘stealing’? To save love and peace on earth, do not speculate on the merciful Lord with mortal eyes! (This was the Lord’s message from a few hours ago.)”

“Explore this historical fragment.”

“—Until you trigger the third mission of the Eternal Poem.”

Without further ado.

Depart!

Shen Ye mounted his horse and galloped into the distance.

—The horse was still provided by Valhalla.

Valhalla was probably truly dead.

But while it was alive, he urged it to write a reply to the Holy See.

It actually wrote one.

He could use his identity as a human messenger to take its letter back to the Holy See.

“Giddy up!”

Shen Ye spurred his horse forward.

About a few tens of minutes later, he left the desert and arrived at a wilderness.

The sky gradually darkened.

Cold rain scattered over the wilderness, making increasingly loud “shhh” sounds.

The rain became torrential.

Under the washing of the rain, corpses pierced by iron chains and bound to the soil gradually appeared on both sides of the road.

At first, Shen Ye checked them one by one.

He enthusiastically used the newly advanced “Whispers of the Dark.”

But there were too many corpses in the wilderness.

He asked for a while, walked a while, and then became numb.

According to the deceased—

—This historical fragment seemed to be in a state of war.

But only ordinary people had died, so Shen Ye couldn’t get much useful information.

Night fell. The rain grew heavier.

Thunder and lightning.

Suddenly, a faint glimmer of fire appeared in front.

“Giddy up!”

Shen Ye was overjoyed and quickly urged his horse.

Indeed.

He could go directly to the Holy See through a portal now.

But he wanted to truly walk through this world and see what it was like.

The swift horse galloped through the rain.

Before long.

He arrived at the source of the fire.

It was a crude temporary camp, with only a waterproof tarpaulin tent secured by rusty chains, and a magical fire that wouldn’t be extinguished by the rain.

Three iron spears stood tall in front of the camp, impaling a few twisted monster corpses.

“Who goes there!”

Someone growled.

“I am Baxter, a messenger of the Holy See. Who are you?” Shen Ye reined in his horse and asked.

“The Holy See? Great! Wyatt is saved!” The person exclaimed happily.

Immediately after.

Two people rushed out of the camp, examining Shen Ye carefully by the light of a torch.

A female archer and a male mage.

“Is he reliable?”

The female archer asked.

The male mage softly chanted a spell, glanced at Shen Ye, and breathed a sigh of relief:

“He carries the God-Slayer sequence—he’s one of us!”

“Come in, I’ll stand guard.” The female archer’s tone immediately became enthusiastic.

“Please help! Our comrade is dying,” the male mage urged.

—He’d been accepted by the humans of this world!

Shen Ye happily dismounted and followed the mage into the camp.

He saw a shattered large shield on the ground.

A man covered in blood lay on the shield, groaning constantly.

Shen Ye hesitated.

He didn’t have any direct healing spells.

—Killing him and then resurrecting him would probably be faster.

But killing this person would definitely cause misunderstandings.

What to do?

“Is he still saveable?”

The mage asked in a deep voice.

The archer outside the camp also cast a concerned look.

“He’s saveable.”

Shen Ye said.

—How to save?

Should he have the Chaos Boat kneel again?

No, that’s not good, it’s good at removing all sorts of negative states.

As Shen Ye was thinking, a waterskin appeared in his hand.

Uncle Seven’s voice rang out:

“Give him this bowl of yellow wine. Once he drinks it, his injuries will heal.”

“Good!” Shen Ye was overjoyed.

He held the waterskin, helped the man sit up, and poured a few mouthfuls of wine into him.

“Ah…”

The man groaned.

His injuries healed at a visible rate.

“Drinking my yellow wine is equivalent to performing a sacrificial ritual for me. I bestow healing and take his gratitude,” Uncle Seven said.

Shen Ye understood.

However—

This was a truth creation’s sacrifice technique.

How would the mage view it?

“It’s the Holy Water of the Holy See! Excellent!” The mage exclaimed happily.

He lowered his head, took a pouch of gold coins from his ring, and sincerely placed it in Shen Ye’s hand, saying:

“I know Holy Water is precious, and its price is very high. Please accept this as payment.”

Shen Ye held the bag of gold coins.

Without looking, he knew there were exactly one hundred gold coins inside.

But in an instant—

A full seventy of those gold coins vanished instantly!

A line of faint glowing text popped up concurrently:

“Open for business!”

Shen Ye was speechless for a moment.

The “Lord” indeed took seventy percent of the profits.

Does your movement need to be that fast!

“No need to be polite, it’s all my duty,” Shen Ye said.

He collected himself, suddenly realizing that the bizarre sacrifice just now had been disguised by the Lord as “Holy Water.”

Uncle Seven received the sacrifice.

He received thirty gold coins and entered the human camp.

The “Lord” received seventy gold coins.

The person was saved.

Everyone has a bright future!

That’s fine too.

“Why are you camping out here in the wilderness?” Shen Ye asked.

The man called Wyatt sat up, took out a suit of armor, quickly put it on, and said:

“The apostle of the Outer God killed hundreds of people in Star-Moon City and fled to the wilderness.”

“We’re pursuing it.”

Apostle of the Outer God?

Shen Ye shook his head, “The rain is too heavy, the wilderness is full of corpses, and the road is muddy. It’s probably difficult to pursue a monster under such conditions.”

“Yes, so we’ve decided to hold this position for now,” Wyatt said.

He drew a greatsword, turned his head, and yelled towards outside the camp:

“Lia, come back and rest, I’ll take your place!”

“Alright!”

The archer replied and walked towards the camp.

An unexpected change occurred—

The mage suddenly waved his staff and shouted in a stern voice:

“Everyone retreat to my side—Barrier of Barriers!”

The spell succeeded.

Glowing barriers rose around the mage, forming a solid magical defense.

They all gathered close.

“Is it that apostle?”

The female archer asked.

“I don’t know, but I sense an extremely strong evil aura,” the mage said.

The ground shook slightly.

The expressions of the few people changed simultaneously.

“Which direction? I’ll hold it back!”

Wyatt shouted.

“I don’t know!” the mage said.

Shen Ye looked around, then suddenly raised his head and gazed at the sky.

Rain.

The rainwater turned blood red.

Blood rain.

Amidst this blood rain, a giant eyeball appeared directly above the camp.

Lines of faint light text subsequently emerged:

“As members of the Old Order faction, you are under the gaze of the Outer God Nyarlathotep.”

“Targets stared at by it will gain the temporary trait ‘Observed’.”

“If the trait is not dispelled within ten seconds, you will lose self-awareness.”

Shen Ye’s face showed an expression of disbelief.

So powerful!

Simply terrifyingly powerful!

Didn’t you say—

You came to the wilderness to pursue the apostle of the Outer God?

Now the Outer God itself has descended!

“It’s the Outer God itself. We’re finished.”

The mage’s face was pale, and he trembled as he spoke.

His two companions also dropped their hands, letting their weapons fall to the ground.

Everyone fell into complete despair.

It’s over.

There was absolutely no way out.

At this moment—

Shen Ye suddenly shouted:

“Cheer up, the battle has just begun!”

He raised his hand, and surging divine light emitted from his arm, shooting straight into the sky.

“It’s a Divine Blessing!”

The female archer shrieked.

They were saved!

However, Shen Ye did not release any “Divine Blessing” at all.

His hand slapped continuously in the void, adding a prefix to the “Observed” trait above the four people’s heads:

“Not.”

—Not observed!

With a series of “paps,” the traits above everyone’s heads disappeared like a puzzle game.

Shen Ye’s expression was solemn.

Outer God—

What was it?

How to fight it?

—He had no idea!

(End of chapter)