Myriad Realms Gatekeeper

Brody's furrowed brow relaxed slightly.

If the other party indeed represents a Destruction Primordial Spirit, then they truly wouldn't linger in the Void City.

The Destruction Tribulation and the Primordial Spirit share a symbiotic relationship.

The Tribulation requires the other's service.

— This means this boy can absolutely gain great benefits, big fortunes.

On the contrary, there's no conflict of interest with my side.

"My lord."

A subordinate knelt outside the door.

"Speak," Brody said.

"This is the auction house contract, along with the past three months' earnings."

A small pouch and a contract were presented.

Brody picked up the pouch, weighed it, and then glanced at the contract.

He hesitated for a few breaths, first putting away the contract, then took out his emblem.

"Lord of the City, what are your orders?"

Shen Ye's voice quickly came from the emblem.

— In a very natural tone, even with a hint of respect.

This should be a very confident person.

Brody suddenly smiled, enthusiastically asking:

"Little brother, how did I hear that you are a noble servant of a Primordial Spirit?"

"I am," Shen Ye replied.

"Truly a hero in youth — when will you give this old brother of mine some care, let me catch a break as well," Brody said.

The smile on his face vanished, his eyes turned cold and vicious, yet his tone remained gentle and cordial.

After all, I've fought alongside him once.

— A few of my men even died in those encounters.

If this kid holds a grudge —

He will surely refuse.

Even when he's successful in the future, he might come back to exact revenge!

In that case.

Today would be the day of his death.

From the emblem came Shen Ye's voice:

"That's not a problem because the Primordial Spirits receive various tasks from the Tribulation."

"Those tasks are all extremely challenging, and I can't complete them alone."

"If the old brother is willing to help, it would be best."

"I won't have to painstakingly select strangers anymore."

He explained with utmost sincerity.

In truth.

Judging from the situations of past Primordial Spirits, this indeed seems the case.

— This kid is willing to take me along!

Then he surely doesn't mind those previous battles.

"Alright, let's call it that for now, I have matters to attend to. Let's have a drink later," Brody said.

"No problem, ready anytime," Shen Ye replied.

The communication ended.

Brody strutted outside, and asked the waiting subordinate:

"Regarding the task to send the two old executioners to kill that kid, how many people handled it?"

"Three people," the subordinate said.

"Kill them all, immediately," Brody said.

— Never admit I sent people to kill him afterward.

Everyone who knows about this must die.

As for this subordinate —

Brody patted the subordinate's shoulder and said solemnly:

"Don't let anyone see — of all Void City, I only trust you with such matters."

"Yes, my lord!"

The trusted subordinate spoke with gratitude, saluted solemnly, and went to carry out the task.

Brody sighed with satisfaction.

This person is his trusted aide, very capable, loyal, and has handled many shady matters for him.

So be it.

After this task is done, a proper burial should be arranged.

Suddenly, a dim glimmer lit up the room.

Brody's face changed, he immediately returned inside, closed the door, and laid down layers of restrictions.

He quickly knelt, crawled to the front of the portrait, and respectfully saluted the boy in the painting, saying:

"In the presence of the Main God."

"Hmm, has anything happened recently?" the boy in the portrait asked.

Brody began to speak, but for some reason, all he could think about was the contract and a whole bag of gemstones.

Yes.

I am merely the Main God's dog.

Just like my subordinates, who can be silenced by me at any time —

If the Main God finds me ineffective, or even dislikes me, he could just as easily crush me to death.

I've worked painstakingly for so many years!

Finally, there's another path laid out before me.

— If that kid is lying, I can report back to the Main God later.

But for now —

"Everything is normal, great Main God," Brody reported respectfully.

"Hmm, that's good. Recently, is there any movement from the Destruction Abyss?" the boy in the portrait asked.

"I sent some people over, but I can't observe it as casually as before, my lord," Brody reported truthfully.

"The Lord of Abyss is very erratic lately, cancel all tasks related to it for the time being, understand?"

The young boy instructed.

"Yes," Brody said respectfully.

"You've been doing well, and I hope going forward, you continue to serve loyally, without any deceit, understand?"

"Understood," replied the subordinate.

"Very good, I've given you the chance, now die," said Shen Ye coldly.

Brody hadn't reacted yet when his physique suddenly expanded and exploded into a blood mist that filled the sky.

Inside the room.

The walls, floor, and ceiling were all covered with sticky blood.

He was dead.

The boy on the screen was now stained with a layer of blood-red.

The boy silently reached out, dipped his finger in the blood, and slowly tasted it.

A deathly silence.

In this scarlet room.

Gradually, countless blood droplets gathered into runes, forming the sacrificial altar city.

One illusory figure hovered above the blood-red steps.

Looking at his blurred face, it was Brody.

He glanced around and seemed to understand his predicament, quickly kneeling down, bowing repeatedly, making a silent plea.

But it was useless.

Finally, the boy spoke:

"No matter how loyal a dog is, there comes a day when it changes its heart."

"No, perhaps I never truly gained your loyalty."

"You've disappointed me, Brody."

The boy said, pointing beyond the canvas.

Brody's soul instantly merged into the altar, becoming a deep red stream of light, spinning endlessly around the room.

Suddenly.

The boy on the portrait vanished.

He appeared inside the room.

All the blood on the walls flew towards him, clinging to him, writhing like flesh.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

The boy transformed into Brody.

"In dire moments... I'd better handle it myself..."

He moved his neck slightly, muttering to himself.

Elsewhere.

Auction house.

Shen Ye was unaware of the situation on Brody's side.

The words had been spoken.

The matter had been carried out thoroughly.

Fate's puppet strings had tugged fiercely.

Had the future hinted by omens taken a new turn?

No idea.

If Brody still bothers him, a confrontation would be inevitable.

Shen Ye sighed softly.

This kind of song felt extremely unpleasant.

Because a Main God was truly an unbeatable existence, he must find a way to maneuver around them.

For now, he couldn't win.

Tsk.

Really frustrating.

He steadied himself, focused his spirit, and looked down at the Destruction Crown in his hand.

This thing was the Destruction Holy Artifact.

It contained a vicious curse but could elevate the user's skills to a higher level.

Initially, he divided it into three parts and merged them with the Eternal Brain.

But now he had become the Eternal Brain—

He decided to fuse them into one again and take it out.

—In the meantime, he completed a super evolution.

After all, using "Mandala Uroboros" made such a feat possible.

As for the curse contained within—

Shen Ye turned it into an element, attaching it to a gemstone, effectively separating it.

Next—

What to do?

Shen Ye felt somewhat distracted.

Logically speaking.

He had many things he could do now.

Primarily, it was gathering intelligence and understanding the entire Destruction Camp.

Secondly, he could extract the element from this crown and transfer it to the "War Dance Songstress" attribute.

These were all important tasks.

But for some reason, he was unwilling to do so.

Then.

What to do now?

If Spiritual Sense was reminding him not to indulge in those affairs—

What could he do now to settle himself?

... Got it.

Since he mentioned the Primordial Spirit to Brody, he should handle this matter!

Shen Ye waited silently for several breaths.

Soon.

The duck really got a task from the will of the Destruction Tribulation.

Lines of faint text appeared before Shen Ye:

"Repair the Heavenly Pit of the Destruction Abyss."

"Description: Below the Heavenly Pit leads to an unknown 'barrier,' Servant, repair the pit, and do not let anyone know of the 'barrier's' existence."

Alright.

This task I can undertake.

Shen Ye thought to himself quietly.