Myriad Realms Gatekeeper

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Nightmare World.

The game was still ongoing.

"Your Highness, I have some personal matters that I haven't finished dealing with. Once everything is settled, I will go to the Imperial Military Academy to learn—if you want to dismiss me then, I won't leave!"

"Your Highness, teach me the flying technique."

"Your Highness, this is how I make a living, please be kind."

"Your Highness, look at me, I am the very Saint Peiqi that you personally appointed!"

Prince Norton had a headache from the annoyance, thought for a bit, and placed a sealed letter on the table, sliding it across to Shen Ye.

Shen Ye picked up the letter, opened it, and saw a small script filled paper:

"There has been a great upheaval and unrest among the high ranks of the Undead Race."

"The once revered Mother of Dark Skeletons, King of Ghouls, and Underworld Lord Miket Tikaxiwa have been abandoned."

"Now the Undead Race is establishing a brand new faith, but only the upper echelons are privy to the specifics."

"Once the time is ripe, they will likely announce the formation of the New God Church."

"This matter is of great importance."

"Requesting Your Highness's decision."

After reading, Shen Ye spoke, "You want me to investigate the Undead Race's new faith?"

"That's right," Prince Norton said, "Faith is the energy of the soul, and gods need it to cast powerful forbidden spells. We cannot be careless."

"I'll give it a try." Shen Ye turned to leave.

"Are you really going to investigate?" Prince Norton asked in surprise.

Shen Ye turned back to look at him and only then caught on.

The voice of the great skeleton quietly emerged in his ear: "Among the Human Race, any mission that involves stepping into the territory of the Undead Empire is ranked S."

"Because in the Undead Empire, humans will definitely be identified by the undead, unable to hide."

"So the difficulty of this mission is extremely high, probably SSS grade."

"He's throwing you this mission just to shut you up, so you won't insist on demanding the royal family's secret flying technique."

Now Shen Ye understood.

Damn it.

Playing this game with me?

I don't care! I want the flying technique!

"I need to think it over," Shen Ye feigned indifference.

Prince Norton, wordlessly frustrated, waved his hand and said:

"Get out."

Ten minutes later.

Shen Ye was in a secluded valley, discussing with the great skeleton.

"We only have three days, but I must inherit that profession—you help me out, we'll go to the Undead Race, and clear things up."

"Actually, when I parted ways with you last time, I wanted to go back and investigate the truth as well," the great skeleton said.

"And that's when you got dismantled?"

"Yes."

"Then what are we waiting for," Shen Ye exclaimed with joy, "let's fight our way back there!"

"Not possible—returning to the Undead Kingdom requires extensive preparations; the mere fact of you being a human wanting to enter our territory is outright impossible," the great skeleton said.

"What other problems are there?" Shen Ye asked.

"We undead also place a lot of emphasis on background, power, wealth, and strength. As I am now, many would want to kill me, and going back would not yield any results—we must at least gather some wealth and disguise ourselves first," the great skeleton said.

"What else is needed?" Shen Ye asked.

"You need some special methods to hide the living person's aura so you can enter our empire."

"Anything else?"

"We need power; without it, no one will bother with you, actually, this is the hardest part."

"Why didn't you say so earlier!" Shen Ye said.

"Ah? You have a way?" the great skeleton asked in surprise.

"Listen, we'll say this... just say you were originally a noble of the Undead, fallen on hard times, and this time you're returning with me. As long as we have wealth on hand and find a way to disguise me, we can guarantee the completion of the mission," Shen Ye said.

The great skeleton did not respond.

"What's wrong? Don't you want to go back? We'll ask the prince for some funding; what's the problem?" Shen Ye asked, puzzled.

"Relying on humans... to solve the undead's issues... seems somewhat offensive to my dignity," the great skeleton hesitated to say.

"Were my previous helps all in vain?" Shen Ye asked.

"You're not human!"

"Ah?"

"No, I mean, you're not one of us from the Nightmare World, so it doesn't count!"

"...I'll just empty the fishbowl and throw away the tank later, and we'll part ways," Shen Ye said coldly.

This skeleton, although it had regained its body, was nothing but a skull on top of a spine, with a ribcage to boot.

It had no lower half.

And its physique had shrunk quite a bit.

Spare rib soup might be good, but it certainly wasn't enough to restore it to its prime!

This state and still talking about offense?

—Once we're back, let's see if you dare to eat the turtles I buy!

"Let's go! To see the prince!"

The great skeleton immediately changed its attitude.

Ten minutes later.

The prince's tent.

"What now, Peiqi?"

Prince Norton looked at the young man before him with a headache.

"This is a formal farewell to you, Your Highness—the mission I accept, and I'm also applying for some funding," Shen Ye said.

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"Expenses?" the Prince asked, perplexed.

"Exactly, come out! My informant," Shen Ye called out.

A skull appeared beside Shen Ye.

In an instant—

About a dozen guards emerged beside Prince Norton, shielding him in unison, while seven or eight experts surrounded Shen Ye and the skeleton.

"Don't be nervous, that's his informant, I'm aware of this," Prince Norton said.

After he spoke, those people shifted their stances, and all vanished.

Shen Ye was startled but quickly caught on.

All the people he had seen before were gone.

The Prince had changed his attendants!

—He was becoming more and more vigilant and cautious!

Shen Ye spoke confidently:

"Fei Lun is a descendant of an ancient noble family of the Undead Race, whose fortunes had declined in the past two years. Wandering outside, he was close to death when he came across me."

"Now, I plan to sponsor his return to the high society of the Undead Kingdom."

"As long as Your Highness is willing to support us, perhaps we could even find out whom the Undead Monarch has dates with in the evenings."

Prince Norton pondered for a moment and asked:

"Fei Lun, do you know how many major families there are in the upper echelon of the Undead Empire?"

"Three major families, namely, Pale Shadow, Soul-casting Holy Bone, and Dark Rose," the big skeleton said.

"What's the most popular activity?"

"Beast Fighting."

"Which family do you think will be made the scapegoat for the defeat of the undead troops this time?"

"The Pale Shadow Clan—they spearheaded this campaign but have since lost too many high-level officers in a row, including family stewards like Freg who have died in battle; their prestige has been greatly diminished."

Prince Norton unexpectedly looked at Shen Ye, then at the big skeleton.

Shen Ye also glanced at the big skeleton.

Is it truly a noble?

"One last question," Prince Norton continued, "What is inside the most honorable Undead Carriage?"

"Although the exterior is magnificent, everyone knows that inside, the carriage is empty, lacking anything," declared the big skeleton.

"Why?" asked Prince Norton.

"The most honorable Undead Carriage must be constructed from the bones of living horses, slaughtered at that moment so that all the spirits linger, clinging to the skeleton."

The big skeleton calmly continued:

"This is to allow the dignitaries to relax as soon as they get into the carriage and simultaneously draw power from the Soulfire."

"Therefore, such carriages are called:"

"Carts of Sorrowful Souls."

"Only the Royal Family and the great nobles are eligible to ride; any other undead who dares to do so will surely meet with complete ruin."

Prince Norton held his breath upon hearing this, abruptly stood up, and declared decisively:

"I will fully support your mission this time, come with me!"

He led Shen Ye and the big skeleton through the tent, all the way to a heavily guarded military warehouse, and opened an array of twelve space bans to enter a secret chamber.

"The currency of the undead is 'Bone Coins,' which only circulate within the Undead Kingdom."

"In this campaign, we killed three hundred thousand undead, including approximately two hundred and seven officers, and all the Bone Coins we seized are in this ring—take them all."

A ring was placed in Shen Ye's hand.

Shen Ye probed it with his spiritual power and saw that the space inside the ring was about the size of two storehouses, packed with densely arranged Bone Coins.

This was a diamond-shaped currency made from white bones, engraved with special runes that contained and sealed the Soulfire within the bone, preventing it from dissipating.

"How much purchasing power do Bone Coins have?" Shen Ye inquired.

—Don't tell me it costs a billion Bone Coins to buy a loaf of bread; that would be meaningless.

"Three Bone Coins can buy a low-grade meal of Soulfire," the big skeleton said.

"What about houses? How much do they cost?"

"House prices in the capital are about two thousand Bone Coins per square meter," the big skeleton said.

Shen Ye sucked in a breath of cold air and touched the ring again.

Inside the Ring Space, there was a note that read, "Total: Thirty-nine million six hundred and fifty-two thousand nine hundred and twenty-nine."

The funds were certainly ample!

"I've heard that in the undead community, the most valuable items are the battle armors—crafting Undead Battle Armor is extremely troublesome because materials that can withstand Necromancy Spells are very rare."

Speaking, Prince Norton clapped his hands.

A long row of cupboards in the corner opened.

One after another, Undead Battle Armors were displayed in the cupboard, giving off a faint ghostly fire.

"Take them all! For show!"

declared Prince Norton.

After his declaration, he strode to the other end of the secret chamber and unveiled a piece of cloth.

Within was a pale-colored cape.

"Our disguise is far superior to that of the Undead Race!"

"This is the Death Camouflage Cloak. Simply donning it will cause it to become skin-tight, completely eradicating the fluctuations of Life Force, while continuously emitting the sinister waves unique to Vampires—"

"In the entire Human Empire, countless skilled craftsmen have only succeeded in making one!"

"Peiqi, it's yours to use!"

said Prince Norton.

Shen Ye was taken aback, not expecting Prince Norton to be so generous today.

Far too generous.

Could this silly kid be harboring some ulterior motives?

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