Myriad Realms Gatekeeper-Chapter 958 - 457: The Leap of Fate Lines!
Ship cabin, Ninth Layer.
White Night Spirit King is in battle.
It is in one of the 8,800 worlds.
——Deep Sea World.
In this world, one must struggle against the monsters of the deep sea and find the map to the next world from them in order to pass successfully.
"Die!"
White Night Spirit King shouted.
In front of him, the towering monster fell with a crash, creating a huge splash on the surface of the sea.
White Night Spirit King descended.
On the sea’s surface.
Two wounded Professionals were releasing Techniques to heal themselves.
"Who are you?"
They asked warily.
White Night Spirit King stood with hands on hips, eyeing the Technique that the others were releasing with a critical gaze, and shook his head:
"Your Healing Art is garbage. Let me do it—my fees are quite cheap, just pay with one skill and you’ll be completely healed by me."
The two Professionals exchanged glances and sized up White Night Spirit King again.
It met their gaze, releasing a cluster of gentle and energetic holy white light in its hand.
It was a sacred class Healing Art!
The two instantly let their guard down, briefly consulted each other, and one of them said:
"You do seem like an Angel... fine, we agree to the compensation."
"Wise choice!" lauded White Night Spirit King.
Its hands emitted a sanctified white light, infusing into the bodies of the two Professionals, performing the healing.
Suddenly.
During the healing, White Night Spirit King’s gaze was drawn to the other side of the sea, as if sensing something.
The distant sea surface.
A gigantic black shadow suddenly surfaced, sending Telepathy across the ocean towards White Night Spirit King.
White Night Spirit King listened quietly, the smile on its face gradually fading.
Its features became twisted and mad, its expression like a malevolent specter, and the white light from its hands surged violently, striking the two Professionals.
In an instant.
Their injuries were restored.
"Not bad Healing Art, indeed stronger than ours, wait a second—"
"That’s enough, stop now!"
"Stop!!!"
The two screamed in agony, their bodies rapidly swelling and bursting into a mist of blood.
The wind blew.
White Night Spirit King stood amidst the wafting blood mist, its entire body covered in red.
Blood dripped continuously from its body.
Yet it seemed to feel nothing, simply intently listening to those silent words.
"When did you see through my identity...?"
It smirked as it stared at the distant sea surface, its eyes filled with a brutal murderous intent.
Whispering voices echoed in its mind.
Considering its emotions, this time the transmitted sound was longer and more euphemistic.
After a good while.
White Night Spirit King again broke into a smile, saying:
"You want me to take things a bit more seriously? That will be quite expensive—"
"My demand is: to be taken directly to the Twenty-First Layer."
"If I fail the test of the Twenty-First Layer, then I will accept my loss willingly."
"But if I pass the test of the Twenty-First Layer—"
"You will belong to me."
"Deal?"
A pause.
A response seemed to come from the void.
Genuine joy danced on White Night Spirit King’s face.
It made a respectful bow towards the void, saying with a smile:
"Such thrilling matters are in themselves the ultimate pleasure; I’ll put my heart into this transaction."
"You be ready as well."
"——You will belong to me, and I will not belong to you."
Having said this, it no longer stared into the distant sea but retracted its gaze, turning towards the two Professionals.
On the sea’s surface, only two clumps of floating flesh remained.
"You’re actually dead?"
It uttered in surprise, releasing a stronger holy light from its hands, falling upon the scattered flesh.
Bodies were regrown.
Heads reconstructed.
Features returned to their places.
Spirits reattached.
The two were resurrected!
As if he had done something trivial, White Night Spirit King smiled and said:
"Gentlemen, a slight mishap occurred just now; to express my apologies, this healing is on the house."
"—For I am now filled with anticipation for another matter."
"Just thinking about it fills my heart with boundless pleasure."
"I hope that you too have a good mood today."
After speaking, it nodded to the two newly resurrected men and then flew off into the distance.
The two Professionals stood there stupefied for a while, then started crying and laughing hysterically, babbling incoherently as their forms tumbled into the sea, gradually sinking.
——They had gone mad.
Elsewhere.
Bottom of the ship cabin.
Shen Ye put the empty instant noodle bowl aside, wiping his mouth.
He activated a Ring, laying various treasures on the ground, mumbling to himself:
"These are the items I’ve collected."
"They come from an extremely ancient cultivation civilization, once belonging to the most important Sect of that era."
"Selling them to you now, just give me whatever you think is fair."
The Valkyrie scrutinized the treasures spread on the ground, shaking her head: "Everything I had has been devoured, I have nothing to give you."
"Just give whatever is fair." Shen Ye emphasized.
The Valkyrie paused for a moment, then understood his meaning.
Currently.
Both of them were agents for that Seventeenth-Order magnate.
He could not reveal any bias, or it was all too easy to be judged as having designs on the ship.
But it was different for her.
——She had already taken action against the "absolutely not interested in this ship" him, even under the control of the ship.
So—
Why shouldn’t she complete her agent work again, lending a hand to that big shot?
It was completely viable!
The Valkyrie drew a short knife, cut off a strand of hair, and placed it in front of Shen Ye.
