Myriad Realms Gatekeeper

In the gloomy room,

a man dressed in a suit, wearing white gloves had just put down his knife and fork.

"Hmm... I can sense a tiredness in the texture of the meat, and a hint of disinfectant," he said.

"Truly an angel in white, eager to offer up their life."

"Your beautiful spirit moves me deeply."

"For this emotion—"

Drip, drip, drip!

The phone rang.

The man's aria-like soliloquy was interrupted, and his expression suddenly turned sour.

He lowered his head and said to the mutilated corpse beneath the dining table:

"I truly apologize, some impolite people just love to interrupt our meal."

"It's like life, filled with the unexpected and the inevitable."

The phone was unlocked.

A line of text caught his eye.

After reading it, the man laughed with an understanding look.

"They want me to take action personally? Well, that's fine. After all, I just received the message that my deputy is dead."

"Three assassins have died in a row, which means the target is no ordinary junior high student."

"I can make my move."

"So, what will you pay to secure my services?"

Another line of text appeared on the screen of the phone:

"A girl. Her photo will be sent to you shortly."

A girl...

The man chuckled again, his tone light and playful as he mocked,

"Sister has you in her heart, you put sister on the web—"

"Tsk, tsk, some girls think they can cross social classes, not realizing they've already been tossed onto my plate."

"However, I must make one thing clear—I'm not a collector of scraps, you should know my standard for beauty is—"

The photo of Zhao Yibing appeared on the screen.

The words stuck in the man's throat.

He held his breath.

For a long while.

He held the phone aloft, staring intently at Zhao Yibing's image on the screen, as if on a pilgrimage, allowing the light from the phone to fall upon his face.

"Such a beautiful and pure lamb," he said with a voice full of sincere emotion, even with a trace of a cry,

"Believe me, just by looking at you, I can already smell the tender and green scent of your body."

"What a delightful encounter they have arranged."

"It moves me so, I will personally take that boy's life... When can she come?"

Another line of text jumped out on the phone.

After glancing at it, the man put down his phone, pushed the plate aside, and elegantly wiped his mouth with a napkin.

Suddenly stepping on the corpse on the floor, he said with a disdainful, formal tone,

"Remember, I will not eat you again—"

"My heart, my spirit, my taste buds will all linger for that girl, and my stomach must also make room for her."

"—Our relationship is over."

The man stood up and walked into the bathroom, took out his travel bag, and laid out his toothbrush, razor, towel, and cologne on the countertop.

He picked up his phone, ordered a bouquet of white roses, and after a moment's thought, added a bottle of red wine and some cumin powder to the cart.

Hesitating briefly, he canceled the cumin powder and instead ordered two large containers of high-quality mineral water, tangerine peel, red dates, and goji berries.

Everything else was in place.

He checked the delivery time.

The timing was just right.

Everything was perfectly arranged.

Satisfied, the man picked up his toothbrush, squeezed out the toothpaste, and began brushing his teeth.

Now, he needed to groom himself, arrange the room, and charm the young girl with his witty and humorous words.

When she's happy, the meat will exude the most natural flavor.

Meat filled with terror and despair turns sour.

Sour...

The man slightly furrowed his brow, yet his eyes became brighter, as if he were already excited.

An encounter with a pure, shy, beautiful girl amidst a mission.

He would never wish to be brash with a fine lady.

But—

Only at the final taste could he evaluate the performance of the entire act.

This was a supremely challenging and ultimate romance.

He took a deep breath, as if smelling the girl's fragrance once more.

It made him chuckle involuntarily.

The sensation of youthful pulsation returned to his body, causing him to moan softly, his entire demeanor spirited and charming.

He bowed his head, evenly distributing toothpaste on his toothbrush with gentle, meticulous movements to clean his teeth.

For a gourmet, teeth were extremely important; he had to wash away any remaining bits of meat from before.

——This is for kissing, as well as for tasting.

The man gargled, tilted his head left and right, and checked in the mirror to see if he had grown too much stubble.

He picked up the razor, silently rehearsing several jokes he planned to tell later, and which celebrity scandals to chat about.

If necessary, he could even pay a sum of money.

Spending money increases the value of food.

But it also made him take his food more seriously, so as not to waste it.

It was all worth it.

——In a tough life, a chance encounter with a beautiful young girl is definitely an unforgettable romantic event.

It is treasured.

Elsewhere.

The Renjian Wudao Group Building.

Top floor.

Qian Rushan, with a cigar in his mouth, sat behind a large desk.

In the room, an orb-shaped object was placed on the floor, occasionally twinkling with a faint light.

"What is this?"

Shen Ye asked.

Qian Rushan said, "It's a courier from the United World Government Military Merit and Rank Management Department. For safety reasons, we checked it, confirmed it's correct, and then brought it to you."

Shen Ye then realized.

Qian Rushan had received a military reward for the incident at the police station last time.

As the person who called upon Kunlun, since he wasn't employed, Kunlun decided to mail something to him as a reward.

He had also received a message at that time, saying, "You made a significant contribution in this battle."

It seemed this was the reward.

"Thank you. What is it?" Shen Ye asked.

Qian Rushan did not answer directly but said, "First, press your fingerprint on its surface to bind your identity and activate it. Then you will know what it is."

So mysterious...

Shen Ye was puzzled yet still walked over, squatted on the ground, and pressed his finger on the orb's surface.

Ding!

The orb emitted a soft sound, followed by an electronic voice:

"Fingerprint match, brainwave match, facial match."

"Identity verification passed."

"Please say a phrase that will serve as your unique call sign. Voicing it will allow me to start."

Shen Ye, thinking of Xiao Mengyu about to fight an assassin, casually said:

"Within ten steps, I kill one man. No trace I leave in a thousand miles."

The orb instantly unfolded, automatically assembling into a steel creature about two meters long.

Shen Ye was stunned.

——It was a streamlined black motorcycle with extensive bright green lines, so you could imagine it running like ghost fire in the night.

"If I had a motorcycle like this at your age, I can't imagine how many girls I would have picked up," Qian Rushan said.

"I do know how to ride, but I'm not sure about the motorcycle's performance," Shen Ye said truthfully.

Qian Rushan, with his legs crossed, introduced casually:

"Water-cooled four-stroke parallel twin-cylinder engine, variable horizontal suspension, signature Angel Wings flight system, the whole body is made of lightweight space alloy, dual teary headlights, retro-style stainless-steel exhaust, wireless long-range motor, complete AI architecture, switchable between automatic and manual driving, flight duration up to thirty minutes."

"It can fly?" Shen Ye exclaimed.

"Of course, but since you haven't learned to fly, it's best to let it auto-pilot when flying," Qian Rushan said.

"What about refueling or charging?" Shen Ye asked.

"It's wireless charging mode. Just mention it to the AI, and it will find a place to charge itself. It automatically settles the billing with your personal ID linked," Qian Rushan explained.

"As for refueling—you don't really need it unless you want to enjoy the roar of the engine for fun," Qian Rushan said.

Shen Ye walked around the motorcycle, unable to help saying:

"If these green lines were red, it would be more striking when running, like a ball of flame."

No sooner had he spoken than the motorcycle's colors changed to red.

"It changes color?" Shen Ye said in surprise.

A voice came from the motorcycle: "New chameleon material coat, smartly changes as you wish."

Well...

"Only kids like this kind of thing," Shen Ye said.

"You are a kid," Qian Rushan stated with arms folded.

"Ah, why would they give me something like this? I thought I'd get a Cultivation Technique or something," Shen Ye said, gently touching the motorcycle's body and complaining lovingly.

"I thought so at first," Qian Rushan shrugged, "but it seems Kunlun also thinks your situation is very dangerous, so they got you a new motorcycle perfect for a quick getaway."

"Is the bike fast?" Shen Ye asked.

"Once pure electric jet mode is activated, it's like a missile—faster than you can imagine," Qian Rushan replied.

Shen Ye had a thought, then spoke up:

"Since Kunlun thinks my situation is dangerous, it must know who wants to kill me."

Qian Rushan shook his head and said, "Even if it knows, it wouldn't bother with such a minor issue. It's always monitoring the survival of human civilization—"

"Unless you demonstrate sufficient value, only then will it give you an Exchange Code or, considering your perspective, provide an appropriate reward," Qian Rushan said.

Shen Ye thought of Luo Feichuan, then Xiao Mengyu followed in his thoughts.

He wondered if she had encountered the assassin yet.

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