Myriad Realms Gatekeeper

"To: Colonel ’Mifire’ of Night Crow Town Garrison (Recipient)." 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Only this line of words.

Completely unaware of who the sender is, nor where it was sent from.

But Shen Ye noticed a burning cross insignia in the sender column, with the edges etched with sparkling gold coins.

—It might represent some exclusive agency.

Shen Ye speculated.

Alright—

Time to get to work.

He reached out his hand, pressing it into the void, and chanted:

"Gate."

Set the obstacle as "the distance to reach Colonel ’Mifire’ of the Night Crow Town Garrison."

Step across it.

The gate vanished behind, and Shen Ye showed a look of confusion.

All the surrounding buildings were burnt and charred.

Many houses had long since collapsed.

A strong stench of corpses permeated the air.

Looking around.

No sign of human presence.

But at Shen Ye’s feet, stood an upright tombstone, with two lines written on it:

"The tomb of Colonel ’Mifire’ of Night Crow Town."

"Rest in peace, brave warrior."

Shen Ye looked at the letter in his hand, then at the tombstone.

—This is going to be tricky.

The person is dead, how am I supposed to deliver the letter?

Could it be—

Shen Ye took a breath, crouched down in front of the tombstone, and said:

"Hey, brother, you’ve got a letter."

"Whispers of the Dark" activated!

Waited for a few breaths.

But there was no movement from below the tombstone.

That’s strange.

This skill, although unused for a long time, should at least awaken the dead soul!

Could it be that the soul isn’t here?

That grand voice suddenly rang out:

"Interesting, it seems the Colonel’s soul no longer belongs to himself."

"Please continue to explore."

"Now I’m more intrigued by how things will progress."

That sequence has been watching from the sidelines!

Shen Ye knew he had to continue, so he simply asked his Truth Creations:

"Who is familiar with this kind of situation?"

"I know a bit," Cassandra’s voice rang out, "If a soul has been enslaved by some entity in Hell, it cannot respond to your call, because it has lost autonomy."

"So, I need to make a trip to Hell," Shen Ye said.

"That’s not necessary."

Cassandra quietly appeared beside Shen Ye, reaching out to flick a strand of fate into the tombstone:

"The corpse is now linked to me, and when I summon the soul, the soul’s owner will sense it and come to converse with us."

"That’s good." Shen Ye let out a sigh of relief.

Cassandra recited a long and obscure spell.

"The other side has arrived!"

She reminded.

The tombstone tilted to one side.

At the same time, a voice emerged from the ground:

"Who is summoning my slave?"

"A messenger, I have a letter that the Major needs to see." Shen Ye said.

So it’s a slave.

Quite peculiar indeed—

Why would that ancient sequence care about such a small character?

Shen Ye pondered silently.

But the voice had become impatient:

"You summoned me for such a trivial matter, are you sick?"

"Just grant me this favor, thank you." Shen Ye said.

"Scram."

"I can offer some compensation."

"Hell doesn’t need your filthy money, don’t summon my slave again, he’s mine, remember! Or I will teach you a lesson!"

So firm?

Shen Ye drew his long blade, his physique became void, directly merging into the dirt, and sliced down onto the corpse.

Flowers Bloom, Picking Spring Breeze—

Two consecutive slashes!

With a "clang," Shen Ye sheathed his blade and returned to the surface.

Little words of faint light quietly surfaced:

"You killed him at the moment that Hell’s slave master was born."

It’s done.

Shen Ye called out once more:

"Major Mifire, I’ve got your letter here."

—Whispers of the Dark!

After a brief pause.

A different voice suddenly sounded from below:

"I actually have a letter?"

"Yes, it says on the envelope it’s for you." Shen Ye said.

The other side was silent for quite a while before speaking:

"Unfortunately, the letter came too late, I’m already dead—who is the sender?"

Shen Ye was about to describe the shape of the insignia but suddenly closed his mouth.

From the tone, the Major seemed uninterested in the letter.

That won’t do?

"Not very clear, this letter is quite mysterious, no sender, but the letter is of high level."

Shen Ye tried to pique the other’s curiosity.

"High level?" the other asked.

"Yes, all other letters were destroyed, only yours remained intact."

Shen Ye strengthened his tone, insisting:

"As a messenger, I must deliver the letter—should I burn the letter for you?"

"No need to burn it, read it to me." the voice finally said.

"Alright."

Shen Ye let out a breath, tore open the envelope, and extracted a piece of paper, reading it aloud:

"Dear Major ’Mifire.’

"We have already learned of your plans."

"You will start from the Hell of our world and utterly destroy everything, letting doomsday pierce through the worlds of life and death."

"What explanation can you offer for this?"

"Doomsday Demon King, Singer of Soul Suffering, the Lord’s Fallen Divinity Spirit, the mutated doomsday enslaving all wailing souls—"

"Lord Valhado."

Shen Ye finished reading.

In an instant.

The world spun around.

He suddenly found himself back in the Exile.

Another self stood opposite, watching him, and sighed:

"Luckily, I acted quickly and pulled you out."

"How did I end up in a death trap?" Shen Ye asked.

"Those few terms mustn’t be spoken, once spoken, you will die." his self said.

"..." Shen Ye.

He instinctively looked towards the void.

Several lines of faint light had already appeared there:

"’Exile’ has gathered the Master of the Ancient High-dimensional and the Power of Doomsday Destruction, the only ’Gate’ ability to avoid the mutated doomsday’s harm."

"With this ’Gate’ ability, you avoided the harm of the mutated doomsday’s name."

"—You survived."