Myriad Realms Gatekeeper

Destruction Abyss.

Bottom.

Inside the Heavenly Pit.

At the bottom of the Radiant Lake.

The Black Duck was guarding the escape pod, watching its mind bob up and down inside, when it suddenly had a feeling.

It looked up.

Unbeknownst to it, a new entry appeared above its head:

"bastard duck."

"Passive entry, instant type entry."

"Description: The first attack the enemy releases on you will fly back and smack them in the face."

"---When dealing with bastards, I am the bastard duck."

Duck: "..."

This is fine?

I didn't even do anything.

Another version of myself caused this.

So no matter which self it is, they can all activate this kind of entry ability of the Primordial Spirit?

Alright.

The duck sighed, feeling somewhat curious.

---Although I don't need this entry right now, what level is the entry exactly?

Along with its thoughts, a line of faint, small text quietly appeared:

"'Instant-type' entries cannot be suppressed and will definitely take effect, but only once."

Fine.

Being able to use it once is good enough.

...also not right.

I have three bodies; using it once per body means three times, doesn't it?

Another line of small text emerged:

"Once it takes effect, the entry disappears."

Got it.

Can't exploit the loophole.

The duck yawned and continued guarding the escape pod, waiting for its mind to hatch---no, waiting for its mind to complete energy replenishment.

On the other side.

Demon Nest, Void City.

"Deal."

With this word shouted out, Shen Ye's blade finally stopped.

He smiled, appearing not to care much.

On the opposite side, with that word shouted out, several people's expressions involuntarily changed, showing some anxiety.

Yeah.

How big a piece of fat is the auction house?

And now it's going to be handed over to a stranger---

How can they be willing?

Just now, in the urgency of the moment, to prevent this stranger from destroying the whole city, they were compelled to say "Deal."

Humans are adept at going back on their word.

Especially when such great benefits are involved.

Shen Ye fell into contemplation.

Sometimes, if the fighting process isn't painful, if there's not even enough blood---

Then things definitely won't go smoothly.

Like the auction house.

---In case the other side harbors a grudge, they're sure to cause more trouble.

That would waste my time and energy.

"A preliminary agreement is reached; I won't destroy the city, and you all will hand over the auction house to me."

Shen Ye said.

"That's correct." The leader on the other side said.

"I still don't know how to address you?" Shen Ye asked.

"I am Brody, the City Lord of Void City."

"Hello, City Lord Brody, now let's discuss the next matter."

"What is it? Is it the transfer of the auction house?"

"No."

Shen Ye raised his long blade, his gaze sweeping past Brody, meeting the eyes behind him.

"I didn't even get to stretch before it ended; it's leaving me a bit itchy---does anyone among you want to spar with me? You can come forward."

He said.

Brody thought for a moment and then understood.

---The other party wants to settle it once and for all.

If threatening to destroy a city could grant ownership of an auction house---

Wouldn't everyone follow suit?

So this person wants to prove himself!

He wants to show everyone---

That he earned the auction house's operating rights by his own strength!

Only then can he convince the public.

It's quite a nice thought, but it also implies another thing---

Bloodshed.

Brody glanced back.

Several people were eager to try.

Fine.

The rules of the world require blood to be respected.

It's always been this way.

"Who dares to fight him? Among you, if anyone wins, you could gain the auction house and I will add a destruction artifact as a reward."

Brody sent a voice transmission.

He acknowledged the opponent's challenge.

Only combat will tell everyone what the answer is.

Whether it's an old troublemaker being put to death, or a bluffing newcomer being taken down.

---What do I have to lose?

After all, the one who loses is bound to die.

All the deceased's possessions will be reclaimed by Void City---

By myself, and held in my hands.

"I'll go on stage."

A man in a white robe stepped out from the crowd, slightly saluted Brody, and jumped onto the stage.

"Who are you?"

Shen Ye asked.

"Loken, you don't need to remember my name, because you're about to die." The white-robed man elegantly flicked his long hair.

"Come on, wait, what's your name again?" Shen Ye asked.

"Loken—damn you, die."

The two vanished from where they stood simultaneously.

Everyone simultaneously looked up towards the sky.

In mid-air.

Loken held a thin sword, striking forward at Shen Ye while tossing a mass of ghastly green liquid with the other hand.

He laughed wildly:

"Hahaha, the White-striped Widow Poison, touch it and die, this time you—"

Smack!

No one knew why, but the lump of poison flew back and splatted all over his own face.

"Ahhhhh!"

Loken let out a high-decibel scream.

Shen Ye couldn't help but be shocked.

What kind of tactic is this?

Pleading for sympathy?

In such a life-and-death duel, pleading indeed can be shocking—

But what's the use of pleading?

Shen Ye raised the Snow Wound Blade and cautiously made an air slash.

A several-dozen-meter-long blade light shot out, cutting Loken in two with a "swish" sound.

The corpse fell onto the stage.

No movement.

---Dead, he's dead?

Are you here to joke around!

Shen Ye's eyebrow twitched uncontrollably as he asked, "Is this the level of your Void City?"

A silence fell upon the other side.

At this time.

Faint text just emerged, appearing before Shen Ye:

"Your instant-type entry 'bastard duck' has been activated!"

"..."

Shen Ye looked down.

It turns out to be just like this, exactly like this.

So.

The other side didn't even land a single move and died, not because they're weak.