Myriad Realms Gatekeeper-Chapter 922 - 445: The Feeding Shackles of Chains!
Chapter 922 -445: The Feeding Shackles of Chains!
There was a mirror on the wall.
In it, an unfamiliar face was reflected.
A look of surprise slowly crept across the face, as if encountering something bizarre.
——Yet the owner of the face did nothing.
He had just emerged from the void and landed in this room.
The moment the Curse erupted——
Everything vanished, and he alone arrived at this unknowable place.
The next second.
Rows of tiny, glowing characters rapidly appeared in the mirror:
“The current Curse is well-known among all the ultimate Truth Creations and has now fully erupted from your body, named:”
“Command of the Spirit King.”
“Description: Transported to the Truth Creation ‘Chains of Chains,’ where you will fight ceaselessly against the cursed ones until you are utterly exhausted and perish, and then the Curse will begin to take effect within you.”
“——King of Curse.”
Shen Ye looked at the prompts in the mirror, lost in thought.
Killing the cursed ones amounts to being cursed oneself, surely leading to transport here, then fighting tirelessly until despair, and finally enslaved.
It’s simply insoluble.
Even the Curse ensures that with each change of slaves, the new slaves are stronger and more capable of combat than the old ones.
——After all, to give birth to new slaves, the old ones must be slain.
Who could have created such an inventive Curse?
Was the Spirit King a pyramid schemer in his past life?
Shen Ye silently pondered, yet his gaze swiftly swept the room.
The room was quite small.
It only had space for a bed, a table, and a bathroom.
Two lines of human script were carved on the door:
“Room No. 1935.”
“Owner: Lu Shen.”
As Shen Ye watched, the words “Lu Shen” gradually faded and then vanished.
The space after “Owner” turned blank.
A wry smile curled the corner of Shen Ye’s mouth, showing a trace of mockery.
Lu Shen was dead.
Even his room had been vacated for him.
Now only the last step remained:
Enslaving himself.
Shen Ye walked to the window and looked outside.
Outside was a dark, desolate Deep Sea.
In this lightless Deep Sea, some enormous figure roamed back and forth, never straying from his side.
——So he was on what is so-called “Chains of Chains” now?
Just as Shen Ye thought this, new human script emerged on the door:
“One message to report.”
“Lu Shen has died in battle.”
“A new slave candidate has been transported to Room No. 1935.”
“Defeating him, you will obtain a Truth Weapon.”
“Begin!”
Suddenly, a cacophony of noises came from beyond the door.
The sounds of talking, clashing, and running drew ever closer to the room.
There were so many overlapping voices outside the door that, after listening intently for just a few moments, Shen Ye was nearly unable to count how many people there were.
——Is he going to be cornered here for a fight?
Too passive.
First understand the situation here, gather information, then make a decision!
With this thought, Shen Ye placed his hand on the wall and shouted “gate” in a low voice.
The tiny glowing characters immediately appeared:
“The current Truth Creation ‘Chains of Chains’ is a Truth Fifth Rank creation.”
“Your gate power is Truth First Rank.”
“Your gate power has been suppressed!”
“Currently unable to open a door on the wall.”
That’s unexpected!
Shen Ye’s heart grew cold.
He finally realized something.
From the moment he entered the Truth Stage, the suppression of power levels was absolute.
This suppression was extremely strict; being one level higher could completely suppress the lower level.
Life and death diverged from this point.
Bang——
The door was smashed open.
Seven or eight Professionals rushed to the forefront, darting into the room.
Behind them, the crowd surged forward like a tidal wave.
——Every single person here wanted to kill Shen Ye for the reward!
Shen Ye sighed, taking out a pair of sunglasses from his bosom.
Silence fell all around.
The dove flapped its wings.
Strains of guitar music drifted in the wind.
Several female voices hummed along.
Amidst this music, Shen Ye put on the sunglasses.
In an instant.
Those Professionals leaping in mid-air crashed straight down to the ground, still in their original postures.
Shen Ye shifted his position slightly.
A series of impacts sounded——
The Professionals who had rushed into the room couldn’t control their speed, slamming into the walls, then falling to the floor, motionless.
Everyone was paralyzed.
Rows of faint glowing text appeared:
“You have activated the Truth Seven Layers covenant skill: Costume Change BGM.”
“At the same time, activating War Dance Songstress, elevating this covenant skill to Truth Eighth Layer.”
“All enemies in the current scene are suppressed and cannot move.”
Shen Ye wanted to leave the room to see the situation outside, but the doorway was blocked with people.
Every person was rigid and unmoving.
Their faces were filled with excitement, mixed with varying degrees of murderous intent and greed.
Understandably so.
Killing him would win them a Truth Weapon, after all!
“Norton.”
Shen Ye called out.
Norton emerged from the void, brandishing his sword and chopping towards several people standing in the room.
A head flew into the air.
A second fell.
A third——
Did not move.
“Strange, my sword fell on this person, yet it didn’t even cut through his skin,” Norton said with surprise.
Shen Ye glanced over and saw a faint glow emanating from the person.
A line of small text appeared in the void:
“The breath of Truth First Rank pervades the whole body, suppressing all attacks under the Truth.”
——Suppressed.
Norton attempted to cut down another person, but again failed to make a dent.
“You go back first, I’ll think of another strategy,” Shen Ye said.
“Okay.”
Having said that, Norton disappeared.
Shen Ye gently pushed in the void.
A door quietly appeared.
With the power of the entry “creator”——
The Truth Creations of Little Western Heaven, “Bronze Man” and “Cat Dog,” appeared in the room together.
