Myriad Realms Gatekeeper-Chapter 590 - : 352

Chapter 590: 352

Undead Empire.

Borderlands.

Blood Rot Town.

A handsome vampire walked along the main street.

The disturbances and exclamations coming from the distance had no effect on him.

After a long journey, he was utterly exhausted and wanted nothing more than to relax at a tavern in town.

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The tavern door swung open.

“Ah ha, a pretty boy, effeminate as they come.”

Someone jeered loudly.

The vampire halted, thought for a moment, and then closed the door.

Standing outside, he took out an insignia and pinned it on his chest before pushing the door open again.

“Oh, scared to—”

The voice cut off midway.

This was because pinned on the vampire’s chest was an emblem of the Dark Night Ros Dance Troupe!

That was the most famous dance troupe in the Undead Empire!

In places like taverns, where divas and dancers naturally reigned supreme,

daring to oppose them was akin to not knowing how one might meet their end!

Perhaps after a bout of heavy drinking, one might be silenced by a slit throat.

“Welcome!”

The barkeeper behind the counter exclaimed loudly:

“Respected sir, please come straight to the bar, and I will mix a cocktail for you free of charge.”

“I’ll have juice, thank you.”

Shen Ye walked up to the bar, perched on a high stool, and looked around leisurely.

The people watched him with fervent eyes.

“Sir, may I ask how you are addressed?”

A grave-looking living corpse came over, sat next to him, and asked earnestly.

“Baxter.”

“And your profession is?”

“Diva.”

“Ah, splendid, Mr. Baxter, I am Aaron, I have always longed to meet someone like you.”

The living corpse Aaron slid a small pouch toward him.

“What is this for?” Shen Ye asked with a smile.

“Could you help me assess my skills? I’m begging you.” Aaron requested in a hushed tone.

Shen Ye picked up the pouch and weighed it.

—In fact, the bone coins inside were not much, certainly not enough to tempt a noble diva or dancer from the Dark Night Ros Circus to lift a finger.

But Shen Ye was penniless at the moment.

He was using his Dharma Aspect to carry three people while avoiding the assassination attempts of an assassin group.

“I’ll do it in the spirit of today’s joy.”

He said with a tone of resignation.

“Thank you so very much! I am exceedingly grateful!” The living corpse Aaron bowed deeply.

The surrounding crowd gathered closer.

Even the barkeeper quickly placed a glass of orange juice in front of Shen Ye, then widened his eyes in anticipation of the scene to come.

The living corpse appeared somewhat nervous as he said dryly:

“It’s like this, I am a Blade Master, and I’ve been pondering over my slashing techniques for a long time but can’t make any further progress in level.”

Blade Master!

Shen Ye raised an eyebrow slightly.

He himself had that profession, and had even fused it with “Night Roamer” to become a Nether Spirit Master.

Sword techniques and such—he was familiar with them.

“Let’s have a look.” Shen Ye said indifferently.

“Thank you, then I will embarrass myself.”

The living corpse Aaron stepped back a few paces, drew out a short knife, and struck forward three times in quick succession.

In one smooth motion!

Each time he struck, he altered his body’s posture to change the position from which the blade was unleashed.

Facing such a Triple Slash suddenly, it was quite easy to make an ordinary person panic and fumble.

“Impressive Sword Techniques!”

“Aaron, it’s still you!”

“Is this the Triple Slash you used to kill enemies on the battlefield?”

“Not bad at all.”

The onlookers applauded one after another.

Aaron sheathed his blade, turned around, and greeted Shen Ye with a bow:

“What do you think, Mr. Baxter, sir?”

Shen Ye couldn’t help but chuckle.

For one, it was his old line of business.

Secondly, the man was just a Blade Master at the First Realm of the Magical Boundary.

With his Comprehension, having seen the blade work once, he had basically understood it all.

This didn’t require Madame Daisy’s “Absolute Imitation” ability.

“I think—”

Shen Ye was speaking when suddenly a commotion came from outside.

He felt a slight stir in his heart and changed his words:

“You need to demonstrate it once more, so I can gain a clearer understanding.”

The Living Corpse Aaron had no suspicion and simply nodded, “Really? Okay, then I’ll do it again.”

The moment he lifted his blade, the door of the bar swung open.

A few imposing Undead walked in, and upon instantly seeing Aaron raising his blade to strike, they could not help but show disdain.

Triple Slash!

Aaron executed it swiftly, sheathed his blade, and looked towards Shen Ye with a full face of anticipation:

“Mr. Baxter, what do you think?”

“Overall, it’s quite good.”

Shen Ye glanced at the group of Undead that had just come in with the corner of his eye.

A Necromancer among them had a floating tag over his head.

— He might be a Descender.

Was he an Undead?

Or was he from the second wave of assassins from the Human Empire?

“Could you give me a bit of inspiration?”

The Living Corpse Aaron asked.

“What do you do to make a living in Blood Rot Town?” Shen Ye inquired.

“Patrol Soldier,” Aaron replied.

“Ah, serving your country, commendable.”

Shen Ye rested his chin in his hand, gently knocking out a simple rhythm on the bar with his other hand.

Normally, one needed to sing to activate their Skills.

But since the other’s Skill was so simple, Shen Ye was not inclined to sing.

He only needed this segment of the rhythm to draw upon the Diva Skill—

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Brilliant Opening!

At the sound of a “clang”, the longsword by the Living Corpse Aaron’s side flew out and landed on the bar in front of Shen Ye, spinning at an incredible speed.

In this irregular spin, the longsword sped up and slowed down erratically, sending out streams of afterimages in all directions with unpredictable rhythm.

Thump! Thump! Crack!

Shen Ye knocked on the table twice, then ended with a slap on the surface.

The entire rhythm concluded with these thumps and the sound of a drumbeat.

The spinning of the longsword also slowed down and eventually stopped.

Sword.

Standing motionless on the table.

Aaron stood rooted to the spot, gazing at his longsword in daze.