The Elf Journey In The Western Fantasy World-Chapter 111: The Mysterious Gate

Because in all the books that mentioned the border, not a single one detailed how to cross it. Even those who had managed to pass through the border safely during its "peaceful periods" could never explain how they did it.

Generally speaking, they just walked up to the border and somehow got through. Then, once they’d finished their business, they’d step near the border again and, as if by magic, find themselves back on the main continent.

How they got across and how they returned—no one could figure out the underlying principles.

It was truly mysterious.

That was why the border was also called the "Mysterious Gate."

A mysterious gate so unfathomable that it left Eoryun with only one thought—he had absolutely no clue how to cross it, and it was driving him nuts!

Frustrated, Eoryun rubbed his face tiredly and forced a wry smile. "Don’t tell me I have to shout something like, ’border, border, open up!’ in front of it?"

As soon as he said it, he dismissed the idea himself. "No way... There’s no way opening the border would be that silly... right?"

Eoryun stared at the scene before him, his voice growing smaller and smaller until he ended on a note of uncertainty.

Right after he finished speaking, the border, like a mirror, began to change. The surface, which had been perfectly calm and motionless, suddenly rippled and started to "move."

It didn’t last long—after a brief moment, the ripples stopped. But the mirror-like surface of the border was no longer smooth; it was now covered in wave-like patterns.

Eoryun: "..."

Thanks, he thought sarcastically. He’d never been this speechless before.

Staring at the newly changed border, Eoryun fell into silence.

He couldn’t deny it—if he wanted to pass through, he had to shout that phrase loud and clear. And that phrase carried an undeniable air of embarrassment: "border, border, open up!"

Wait, Eoryun had a bold idea. Could it be that the reason there were no written records in the main continent’s books about how to open the border was because of this slightly shameful password?

Was it possible that all those who came before him had shouted out this humiliating phrase and, because of that collective embarrassment, had chosen to keep it quiet, not wanting anyone else to know? And then, with wars and conflicts breaking out among the main continent’s various races, the matter was simply forgotten?

It felt as if there had always been someone stirring up trouble behind the scenes.

Stop. Stop right there. A cold sweat broke out on Eoryun’s back. The thoughts currently running through his head were just too outrageous—he couldn’t allow himself to keep going down that path. If he did, he might really start doubting the entire history of the makn continent, and that was far too dangerous.

At least for now, he couldn’t let himself think that way.

Setting aside those dangerous thoughts, Eoryun finally turned his attention back to the border.

The idea of having to shout "border, border, open up!" was enough to make even someone as socially confident as him cringe with second-hand embarrassment.

In front of Eoryun lay only one path—to loudly proclaim that phrase.

The only small comfort was that this was an empty, deserted place. Even if he performed a striptease dance right here, no one would see it.

After making up his mind, Eoryun took a deep breath, shut his eyes tightly, and shouted at the border, "border, border, open the gate quickly!"

After the loud shout, he cautiously peeked open his eyes and looked toward the border, only to find that it had merely trembled a little, no different from before.

Eoryun: "..."

He seemed to have realized something.

Apparently, he needed to keep shouting until the border opened.

There was no other choice. Eoryun could only keep yelling that same phrase at the border.

"border, border, open the gate quickly!"

"border, border, open the gate quickly!"

"border, border, open the gate quickly!"

...

"Land’s... border... open the gate quickly..."

"Open... the gate..."

As he repeated the phrase over and over, Eoryun’s voice gradually turned hoarse and his volume diminished. In the end, he was gasping for breath, forcing out the words one by one.

Thankfully, after hearing so many pleas to "open the gate," the border finally relented and stopped torturing poor Eoryun any longer.

The wave-like patterns on the surface of the border slowly faded. From the very center, a small black dot appeared, stark against the surrounding white. The dot didn’t disappear but grew larger and larger until it filled the entire border, leaving only a white border. The interplay of white and black was strikingly beautiful.

Seeing the border finally open, Eoryun let out a long sigh of relief.

If it hadn’t opened, he probably would’ve lost his voice today. It was truly terrifying—who would have thought the border could be so formidable?

Before leaving, he took out a bottle of pure water from his spatial ring and eagerly drank it down, trying to soothe his parched throat that felt like it was on fire.

After composing himself, Eoryun fixed his gaze on the open border, quietly gathering magic and channeling it into his legs. With a light push, his body shot into the air like an arrow released from a bow, heading straight for the border.

Thanks to the magical boost, Eoryun hovered in the air. Suddenly, the magic in the sky surged and gathered behind his back, coalescing into white-and-blue wings of magical energy.

The blue-white wings beat gently, carrying Eoryun toward the border. Soon, his entire figure disappeared into the black circle, and the border surface once again showed the familiar wave-like ripples. After repeating the same movement it had shown when opening, it returned to its original, mirror-like appearance.

As if nothing had happened at all.

...

Demon Realm.

Two groups of people silently finished an awkward meal. No one spoke, and the only sounds were the faint clinks of cutlery in the still air.