Myriad Realms Gatekeeper

The cats, dogs, and bronze figures were responsible for killing all the enemies along the way.

The corridor was overflowing with blood.

Shen Ye followed the man, climbing the stairs, and arrived in front of a door.

"The space on the next floor is different, take care of yourself."

Brother Green Hat said.

"You're staying here?" Shen Ye asked.

"The curse follows me like a shadow, I have nowhere to hide, might as well rest here for a while—I'm already very tired," Brother Green Hat said.

"Does your multi-layered universe still exist?" Shen Ye asked again.

"It's been destroyed, a huge mistake I made, thinking I could sacrifice everything for love."

Brother Green Hat's face bore no expression, just a look of exhaustion:

"Now I can only be a slave—slaves here have no place to return to."

Shen Ye hesitated, then spoke: "Any plans for the future?"

"If you can break free from the curse here, take me with you, I'll be your enforcer afterward—at least then, I won't be a slave anymore," Brother Green Hat said.

He handed a metal tag to Shen Ye.

"This is?"

"Temporarily endows you with the mark of a slave to confuse others."

"I see, thank you."

Shen Ye looked at the introduction of the tag and put it in his pocket.

"I hope you'll succeed."

"Okay."

Having said that, Shen Ye pushed open the door and stepped onto the staircase.

The long staircase was deserted.

He followed the stairs to the end of the road and found himself entering a majestic arena.

The stands, corridors, and the arena itself were devoid of people.

A deadly silence.

Shen Ye looked east and west, and shouted:

"Is anyone there?"

The echo reverberated three or four times in the arena before gradually fading.

There was no response from anyone.

Strange.

Wasn't it said that there were stronger beings here?

Clap.

There was a noise from nowhere.

Suddenly, a projection screen appeared in the arena.

Dozens of Professionals with strong auras appeared on the screen, all looking toward the camera.

The one in the lead was a bald man.

"Hello, the guy who killed Lu Shen," the bald man said.

"Here's the thing—we've already sensed what happened at the bottom of the ship's cabin."

"The Eight-layered Control Technique of the Truth Eighth Layer is not something we can handle."

"Your strength of Truth impressed us."

"So we all immediately took on compulsory tasks and left this layer."

"You can continue to move upward."

"The door to the upper levels is behind the arena."

The light and shadow screen "clapped" and disappeared.

Shen Ye was somewhat speechless.

These people are so cunning.

But they also reminded him of something.

Although now he is entwined with the Curse, forcibly transported here—

He is still not a slave!

If it wasn't for the environment suppressing his gate power here, he would have already returned.

That being the case, there's no need for further talk.

Find a way to sink this ship.

Let it be destroyed.

If it's destroyed, it surely can't transport him here anymore.

Shen Ye found the path behind the arena and headed toward the next layer of the ship's cabin.

Soon.

He arrived at the ship's banquet hall.

Here lay a red carpet, lights blazing; a variety of delicacies and meats filled the eyes.

But there was only one person.

This was a thin middle-aged man, standing with his hands behind his back in front of a large floor-to-ceiling glass window, watching the seascape outside.

"Welcome, young man, you've scared off a lot of people," the middle-aged man said.

"But you're not scared off," Shen Ye said.

"Because I myself have reached the Truth Triple, even if I am suppressed by your Eight-layered Control Technique, unable to move, you still cannot kill me," the middle-aged man said.

"So what are you staying for? To have a fight with me?" Shen Ye asked.

"You've climbed up three levels, the reward has been updated, and it's worth a gamble for me," the middle-aged man said.

"Bet on what?"

"Your life, or perhaps mine."

The middle-aged man finished speaking, took out a Token, and quietly chanted:

"Elders of the White Night Demon Cage, there is a riot in the prison, please dispatch assistance immediately to suppress it."

"It's urgent!"

After speaking, he crushed the Token.

A streak of flowing light rose from the Token into the sky and disappeared in an instant.

"It can also be done like this?" Shen Ye asked.

"Ordinary people don't have this kind of Token; I also had a hard time exchanging for one," the middle-aged man said.

"By calling them here, what do you get for yourself?" Shen Ye asked.

"I don't know," said the middle-aged man with some anticipation and excitement, "logically, someone who actively reports issues like me should at least get some form of reward, or perhaps a higher level Truth object."

Before he finished speaking.

A claw reached out from the void, piercing through his chest.

The middle-aged man froze.

So did Shen Ye.

The two exchanged glances.

"That shouldn't be... I was clearly signaling to the elders..." the middle-aged man spat out a mouthful of blood and said with unwillingness.

"Farewell," Shen Ye said to him sympathetically with a wave of his hand.

A great mouth extended from the void, clamped down on the middle-aged man, chewed a few times, and then swallowed him.

Immediately after.

The huge and bizarre Physique landed in the banquet hall.

Thump.

The whole ship sank a bit.

Shen Ye looked up, only to see a Monster he had never encountered before.

It had silvery-white skin, a back full of closed eyes, and a long horn on its occipital bone.

From the front, its limbs and torso bore some resemblance to a human being.

But its face had no features.

Its entire face was covered by a naturally formed Rune that emitted a faint glow from time to time.

Its gigantic hands opened, revealing Sharpness in its teeth as it chewed and gulped down the corpse.

After finishing its meal, the hand casually wiped on its own body, cleaning off the remaining flesh and blood.

A harsh and bizarre voice followed:

"For such a trivial matter to call me personally, what garbage."

The Monster lazily stretched its Physique and then turned its gaze to Shen Ye.

"Are you the human who started the riot?"

Shen Ye watched the other party.

A line of faintly glowing text appeared beside the other party in the void:

"?????"

"Seventh layer Truth Creation."

"Description: Unknown."

A Seventh Layer Creation!

With his current Strength, he had absolutely no way to harm it!

What to do?

Shen Ye quickly glanced at his palm.

In an instant.

The power of Divination once again surfaced in his mind.

At this moment, to say "It was me" would surely lead to a great battle where he would be gravely wounded in the end, while the other party could Summon even more Monsters.

But to say "It wasn't me" would mean there was still room for negotiation.

The third option was to start running away immediately.

—The outcome unknown.

Three options!

In such a situation, Shen Ye immediately made a decision.

The metal plate given by Brother Green Hat was squeezed in his hand, and then he spoke:

"My lord, I am not the one who initiated the riot; I have just quelled it."

"Then why did that piece of garbage say there was a riot?" the Monster asked relentlessly.

"He wanted to take credit, my lord."

"And you?"

"I am very happy, my lord."

"Happy?"

"Yes."

The Monster released Telepathy, scanning the lower levels.

"Not bad, I see you've killed all the trash on the lower levels."

"—The second layer is quite orderly, every piece of trash has accepted their tasks and is working hard outside."

"You've done well."

Somewhat satisfied, the Monster turned to leave, thought for a moment, and then tossed something over.

"Keep up the good work, don't let these pieces of trash slack off, or else kill them all."

As the voice faded.

It disappeared.

Shen Ye stood still on the spot.

It was only when a cold wind blew that he realized his back was covered in cold sweat.