Myriad Realms Gatekeeper

Just as the mood among the crowd was on the rise,

Suddenly,

Someone emerged from behind the military officer.

——It was a woman with pointed ears, her physique slender and graceful, her face veiled.

She approached Shen Ye directly, grabbed his arm, and asked in a low voice,

"Where did you get this from?"

The crowd looked towards Shen Ye's wrist, where they saw several bracelets woven from multicolored wild grasses wrapped around his hand.

"Huh? This is something from the Elves." The officer unconsciously remarked.

Shen Ye paused.

To tell or not to tell?

How much to say?

No, there's no time for careful thought.

Focus on getting past the current situation first.

Besides, having exposed the Undead's conspiracy, the Elves should owe him a favor, not want to harm him.

"Lannie gave it to me," Shen Ye said.

"Lannie." The Elf repeated, touching the bracelet and softly chanting a few spells.

The bracelet emitted a faint glow.

A girl's voice arose from the bracelet:

"May I ask, who is calling me with Elf magic?"

The Elf quickly asked, "Lannie, I am Yudelia, the Court Archmage, how did your bracelet end up on a Human boy?"

"Ah, you've met him?" Lannie exclaimed with delight.

A sense of solemnity around Yudelia dissipated somewhat.

She looked at Shen Ye, her gaze no longer as sharp as before; instead, it held a somewhat peculiar sentiment.

Shen Ye was somewhat puzzled.

The atmosphere—

The intense atmosphere he had managed to build up seemed to have shifted.

"Lannie, I do not mean to intrude on your privacy, I just want to know what this Human boy has done. This is very important," Yudelia continued.

"Let him say a word so I can hear him," Lannie said.

"Hey, Lannie, that was a neat piece of magic, right?" Shen Ye had to speak up.

"It really is you! When will you visit our village again?" Lannie asked excitedly.

"Lannie... answer my question," Yudelia said.

"Him? The High Priest was about to finish off those Undead, but he uncovered the Undead's conspiracy first, forcing the High Priest to owe him a favor—a favor the High Priest has been looking to repay," Lannie explained.

"Is that so... You had better not be lying to me," Yudelia said.

"You can ask the High Priest. How could one lie about such a matter? Everyone in our village knows about it," Lannie replied.

"Alright, I'll contact you later," Yudelia said.

The magic connection severed.

Yudelia's expression softened, and she released Shen Ye's hand, turning to the officer,

"He's so young with nimble reflexes, having survived great adversities, and is on friendly terms with the Elf Race. I suggest letting him go to the capital to learn."

The officer seemed quite pleased and laughed, "Good idea. It's rare for someone to catch the eyes of your kind; it's settled then."

He then ordered his subordinates,

"Provide him with an identity proof, also arrange accommodation for him to rest for a few days, and then escort him to the capital."

"Record Officer, make note of this event and pass it on to the Imperial Military Academy."

"Yes," one of his trusted aides quickly wrote something on a notebook with a quill.

The officer clapped Shen Ye on the shoulder again, smiling,

"What's your name?"

Shen Ye scratched his head and said with difficulty, "I can't seem to remember right now."

——The name Shen Ye seemed out of place in this world. He also had no knowledge of the customs and naming conventions of Rhein County.

"Can't remember?" The officer looked towards a medic at the side.

The medic bowed and said, "When he was found, he had been struck by an Undead Giant's Stone Hammer, pinned beneath it, even his breastbone was broken—it's likely a concussion has caused his amnesia."

The crowd looked at Shen Ye again.

Undead Giant.

Tsk, those siege-level Undead species.

That he hadn't died from such an encounter was indeed fortunate.

"Ensure he receives proper treatment, put the expense on me. In a few days, escort him back to the capital," the officer gave his final instructions.

"Yes!" The medical officers affirmed in unison.

Shen Ye stammered, "If I may be so bold, you are—"

"He is His Highness Prince Norton of the Empire," the white-haired Wizard interjected.

Prince?

Having no clue what that implied, Shen Ye could only try to widen his eyes in disbelief.

——Acting shocked should be the right move.

The officer smiled, patting his shoulder, "We'll meet again."

After speaking, he led the others away from the scene.

Leaving Shen Ye continuing to stare with wide eyes at the retreating figure.

Pah.

Staring at someone's back like that.

It's not like he was their son or anything.

Shen Ye suddenly came to his senses and swiftly turned his head.

Once the group was out of sight, the Skeleton finally spoke,

"Prince Norton is the eldest son of the Royal Family and also the heir to the throne."

Shen Ye finally grasped the significance of the man.

"What's a figure like him doing here?" he asked curiously.

"In this battle, the Undead's onslaught was repelled by him leading the combined forces of the Human Race and the Elves. That's why he's here," the Skeleton explained.

"So young," Shen Ye sighed, expressing his surprise.

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"You're the one who's young," the great skeleton said.

Shen Ye lay resting on the stretcher.

Suddenly.

A faint glimmer appeared on his retina, forming tiny characters:

"You have gained a certain level of fame."

"You have a certain chance to create your own entry:"

"The Boy Who Survived Great Adversities."

"Please continue to expand your fame."

Shen Ye was shocked and quickly asked for a mirror to check his forehead.

"What are you doing?" the great skeleton asked.

"I'm checking to see if I have a lightning-shaped scar on my forehead," Shen Ye replied, staring into the mirror.

"A scar?" the great skeleton didn't understand.

At that moment, a physician came over to check on him and asked if he felt discomfort anywhere, offering to heal him with a technique.

Actually, he was already healed.

But since the person offered treatment, it was hard to refuse graciously, so Shen Ye did not stop them.

It seemed to be a beginning, as more physicians kept coming.

Half an hour later.

Shen Ye had all the hemorrhoids he would have developed twenty years later treated.

He was starting to feel overwhelmed.

—This isn't right, am I supposed to lie here all day?

What about the things back in the Main World?

He got up and left the emergency area, heading towards other parts of the military camp.

Many soldiers along the way looked at him, smiling, nodding, and greeting him.

It seemed his reputation had already grown a little.

But he did not want to be known as "The Boy Who Survived Great Adversities"!

Shen Ye resisted the idea in his mind while wandering around aimlessly.

Suddenly, he saw a tent.

On the flag in front of the tent were three short swords.

"The Brotherhood sets up intelligence transfer points where the army encamps. If you see a tent with three short swords, you can come over to turn in quests."

—The Hand of Shadow's tent!

I can go in and turn in my quest for rewards!

Just as Shen Ye was about to step forward, he hesitated again.

I'm already famous.

Now, taking out the "Nightfall" short sword and revealing my assassin identity to claim rewards—

Not to mention anything else.

At least the assassins of the Hand of Shadow would know my background.

—What? That "Boy Who Survived Great Adversities" is actually an assassin!

Damn!

I just wanted to gain some skills from the Nightmare World, not to stick out too much.

"Are you afraid?" the great skeleton asked.

"Not at all," Shen Ye said.

"That's right, my mistake, after all, you're not a person from the Nightmare World; there's nothing to be afraid of," the great skeleton said.

Shen Ye was taken aback.

Right, I'm not a person from the Nightmare World!

What am I afraid of?

If it really comes down to it, I can change my identity later!

With this thought, Shen Ye walked with his head high and chest out into the tent.

"Hello."

Inside the tent, a seemingly ordinary man was squatting on the ground, skinning a bear.

He turned to glance at Shen Ye, his eyes landing on the short sword at Shen Ye's waist before staring at him again, silent.

Why isn't he talking?

Shen Ye thought about it and folded his middle and ring fingers, extending the other three fingers, making the "I love you" hand sign.

"May the shadow always protect us both," he said.

The man nodded, also made the "I love you" hand sign, and finally spoke:

"Brother, what news do you have?"

"This."

Shen Ye tossed over the crystal:

"I got it from the Soulfire Cannon at the Undead Position. You must have noticed that their cannon fire is fiercer than before in this battle," he said.

The man caught the crystal, looked at it closely, and nodded:

"Good, this is indeed valuable—what do you want to exchange it for?"

"What do you have?" Shen Ye asked with interest.

"I have plenty of things here, sure to open your eyes," the man said with a smile.

Elsewhere.

Norton came to the largest tent in the army camp.

"That kid just now was quite interesting," the white-haired wizard said.

"Your Excellency, did you notice something?" a Great Knight asked.

"He has the high-level token of the Hand of Shadow. Tsk, it's no small feat to reach this level at such a young age," the white-haired wizard said.

"You're talking about that short sword," Court Archmage Yudelia said.

"Exactly, I saw it too. That's 'Nightfall', something only high-level assassins possess," a Sharpshooter said.

Norton looked surprised and laughed: "I didn't expect to stumble upon such a talented individual just by walking around. It's truly fortunate."

He thought for a moment and said, "In my name, apply for a Medal of Valor for him."

"Yes," the scribe behind him quickly took note.

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