Myriad Realms Gatekeeper-Chapter 1025 - 477 "Material" _2

This was the place he came to for the first time.

—There used to be a hidden passage inside that bunker.

Back then, the Big Skeleton was hiding here.

Shen Ye found the bunker’s location with practiced ease and walked all the way to the end.

The hidden passage was sealed off.

No problem.

With a few casual slashes, the path was cleared open.

Shen Ye walked in again and spoke:

"Big Skeleton, do you remember this place?"

There was no response.

In the Dharma Aspect, the Soulfire on the tombstone had already been completely absorbed.

It seemed to be in the deathly dormancy of slumber, gathering its strength fully, preparing to be reborn.

So be it.

At this moment, he was the only one here.

It was a perfect opportunity.

"Gate."

He gave a low shout.

A Gate of Heaven appeared silently.

Soft luminescence followed:

"You have set an obstacle as the barrier between reality and nightmare."

"Entering the Gate of Heaven now will allow you to cross this barrier."

Shen Ye took a deep breath, exhaling slowly, trying hard to calm himself.

Beyond the gate, would it lead him to the Death Planet, or to that true "reality"?

The moment of truth had arrived.

Shen Ye pushed the door open and stepped inside.

...

Ring-ring-ring!

The alarm clock went off.

Click.

Shen Ye instinctively reached out to turn it off.

Peace returned to the room.

But he jumped out of bed, cautiously scanning his surroundings.

The room was only about twenty square meters.

A computer rested on the desk.

A briefcase lay on the chair.

Freshly washed clothes hung in the corner of the wall, still not dry.

Fortunately, the clothes he wore yesterday were clean, and he hadn’t sweated much, so he could wear them to work today.

It was the end of the month, which meant payday.

People always said good companies paid at the beginning of the month, average ones in the middle, and only the worst ones paid at the end.

He worked as a salesman in a lousy company.

Whatever.

He was just trying to earn a living, that’s all.

Yawning, Shen Ye scratched his head and got out of bed to wash up.

He hadn’t slept well.

His head felt foggy.

It was like...

He’d had a dream.

Shen Ye turned on the tap, cupping cold water in his hands to wash his face.

It seemed like it was a long dream.

But as soon as he woke up, it became blurry and distant.

The dream seemed to involve many people, many events.

Something to do with the universe.

But when he tried to recall it, he couldn’t remember a thing.

Forget it.

Better hurry and get ready for work.

He still had to squeeze in time to buy breakfast.

Skipping breakfast wasn’t good for his health.

Random thoughts wandered through his mind.

Ding, ding, dong—

A soft clinking sound reached his ears.

He turned off the tap and looked down, noticing a pendant hanging around his neck.

A pendant.

When did he buy this?

He couldn’t remember.

He dried the water off his face and looked at himself in the mirror, examining the stubble on his chin before carefully holding the pendant in his hand to inspect it.

—It was a piece of amber.

It was beautiful, as though something was sealed inside.

It seemed like...

Two indistinct human silhouettes.

They were—

"Lancy."

"Pei A’suo."

"Annie."

And—

A name he couldn’t bring himself to say aloud.

A sudden explosion of memories and images flashed in his mind, countless fragments chasing and tangling with each other.

The firelight of Purgatory couldn’t scatter the clouds in the sky.

That girl had said—

She said many things, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t remember her words.

Think.

What did she say?

Try harder—

In the mirror, the entire room dissolved into nothingness.

Shen Ye, along with everything around him, vanished completely.

Only darkness remained.

Endless, impenetrable darkness, and from its depths, the girl’s voice spoke:

"You always manage to do what I ask, don’t you?"

She also said:

"From now on, I’ll take care of you."

Shen Ye’s eyes snapped open.

At that moment.

The faint words in glowing text once again struggled out from the void:

"The Heavenly Technique stored within the pendant has been consumed."

"You have overcome the machine’s hypnotic effects, forcibly awakening your consciousness, allowing you to see everything."

Shen Ye looked at himself.

He was in a glass cylinder over four meters tall, with a human specimen submerged inside.

Transparent liquid filled the space around him.

Tubes were connected all over his body. He lay quietly, asleep within.

Scene after scene began surfacing in his memories.

That day—

On his way home from work.

A sudden car accident.

He was rushed to a private hospital for emergency treatment.

"Did you find the patient’s information?"

"No relatives?"

"No one to contact?"

"...Send him to Operating Room 7."

"Notify the planning unit; we’ve got new material."

Inside the operating room.

The heart monitor still displayed a steady rhythm.

But a group of people in black clothing took over the procedure.

"Issue a death certificate. As of now, he’s officially dead. We’re taking him."

What happened afterward, he didn’t know at all.

He only remembered an elderly face studying his body with excitement:

"The consciousness strength of these specimens is extraordinarily high."

"It’s worth another attempt!"

That’s when Shen Ye noticed other similar "specimens" beside him.

The images flicked by in rapid succession.

And now.

All the other "specimens" had failed.

Only he remained.

Night.

The others were gone, leaving only a skeleton crew on duty.

It was the perfect chance.

If he could escape—

As Shen Ye considered this, all the images before him abruptly vanished.

And then.

He was back in the rented apartment again.

Standing before the mirror, staring at his own reflection.

Faint glowing text appeared on the mirror:

"The stored Heavenly Technique has been exhausted. This time, the Technique Spirit Pei A’suo used its own power."

"You have returned to the hypnotic Illusion Realm once again."

Shen Ye looked at his reflection in the mirror.

The truth was clear now.

Should he return to the Nightmare World?

No—

His body was still inside that cultivation tank.