Myriad Realms Gatekeeper

As soon as he appeared, the temperature in the corridor dropped noticeably.

The crowd, watching him, silently dispersed,

Many slipped away, vanishing in a moment.

"Young man, I'll take the voucher in your hand,"

The man said.

He was even wearing black eyeshadow, wrapped in a black trench coat, revealing sharp teeth when he spoke.

"Vampire?" Shen Ye asked.

"You should call me Vampire King Schumann," the man said coldly.

"Alright then, Vampire King Schumann, what's your price?" Shen Ye inquired.

Schumann grinned, pulling out a long sword from his bosom and placing it before Shen Ye.

The moment the sword was drawn, it radiated layers of mysterious grey light.

"They don't understand you, but I do,"

The Vampire leaned forward, whispering into Shen Ye's ear.

"You understand me?" Shen Ye questioned.

"You're a Blade Master, in urgent need of a long sword imbued with the Power of Truth—I happen to have one here,"

Schumann's tone became slow and seductive:

"How about it? Truth Weapons are rare treasures, this sword is extremely famous, trade with me and we'll both be satisfied."

Shen Ye did not respond immediately, looking at his hand.

He indeed needed a Truth Weapon that could harm his enemies.

But!

From the previous incident, he had realized something.

—Many Truth-level equipments and items are unrecognizable.

Even with gate power inherited from the Sixth Era, sometimes the annotations attached couldn't discern items above Truth.

But Fate misses no truth.

As Shen Ye Watched his hand, a new curve of light appeared, and a vision came to his mind.

It was a battle.

He drew his sword, clashed once with the enemy, and the sword broke.

—Clearly, this sword was no good.

"Your sword looks impressive, but it's a counterfeit,"

Shen Ye stated plainly.

Surprised, the surrounding Professionals all lifted their heads, looking towards the long sword in Schumann's hand.

A fake?

Schumann was a formidable character.

If you say his weapon is fake and have no proof, he'd definitely rage!

Shen Ye smiled, not even giving the Vampire a chance to argue, and continued:

"No need for explanations—"

"If you dare to clash it with my weapon, and it doesn't break, I'll give you this voucher for free, without any fees."

The words dropped.

All eyes were on Vampire Schumann.

Schumann's face changed, suddenly bursting into loud laughter, proclaiming:

"My sword has thirty-six layers of disguise, and you can see through them?"

"Worthy of someone granted a voucher!"

The sword vanished all at once.

He waited a moment.

Schumann drew an identical long sword, gleefully saying:

"This is—"

Shen Ye interrupted: "That's still the same one from before."

Schumann paused, shaking the sword in his hand, signaling Shen Ye to take a closer look.

"This sword is longer, heavier, and possesses greater might than the previous one, look, on it—"

Shen Ye interrupted again: "It's the same as before."

Schumann opened his mouth, the cold stare fixed on him, indifferently he said:

"You're mistaken, but indeed, they were forged at the same time, so easy to confuse."

Shen Ye chuckled internally.

This guy tried to deceive, and after being exposed, still wanted to save face.

The next second.

Shen Ye's gaze suddenly sharpened.

For Vampire Schumann's hand turned into an afterimage, with a flash in the air.

A new long sword appeared in his hand.

"This sword for your voucher—you're making a fortune, kid,"

Schumann said, pained.

Shen Ye glanced at the long sword.

Good.

No anomalies in the Divination of Fate.

This was the right item.

"I agree to the trade, but we need to wait a bit longer before we can complete it,"

Shen Ye stated.

"Why?" Vampire Schumann asked.

"It's my personal compulsion; I need to wait until a specific moment before I'm willing to complete the trade," Shen Ye responded.

"Will this time be very long?"

"It won't be."

"Fine, we can drink some wine and quietly wait for your moment to come,"

Schumann carelessly took out a red bottle and two goblets, placing them on the railing, and began pouring the wine.

—Throughout its long life, it had seen all sorts of people, with various peculiar habits.

Not just humans.

Many things too have odd importance.

It's normal.

As long as it doesn't interfere with the transaction, there's no need to pay much attention.

"Blood of a pure maiden, care for some?"

Schumann lifted the goblet, praising the taste, then handed it to Shen Ye.

"No need," Shen Ye glanced at the goblet with its swaying fresh human blood, his expression calm.

—At this moment, the curve on his hand kept changing.

From black to Gold, from Gold to grey, back to black, never stopping for a moment.

The permutations of Fate are so unpredictable.

Amidst the obscurity, Shen Ye felt a vague premonition.

—Waiting.

He needed to wait for Fate to shift, until it reached a certain state.

Time ticked by, second by second.

Schumann had already downed the second glass of maiden's blood, dabbing his lips with an elegantly white handkerchief, squinting as he spoke:

"Honestly, I respect different customs and rules, but give me an exact time, or let's have a chat, otherwise it's too boring just waiting here."

"Is your work here busy?" Shen Ye asked.