Myriad Realms Gatekeeper

Chapter 1662: Chapter 701: Charge! Holy Tree vs. Holy Tree!

Where to begin?

Humans are such insignificant creatures, their lives as fragile as flames, dispersing in an instant.

Am I truly destined to exist like humans?

No.

I am here to seek the future.

There is no need to endure the laughable and absurd experiences of humans.

Just watch, then take control.

In the end, emerge victorious.

Shen Ye contemplated silently, then raised his head—

He had replaced Shen Ye, and now he was in the company, just finishing a morning meeting with a group of colleagues.

Looking at the performance report where he ranked at the bottom, he couldn’t help but start observing what the original Shen Ye had done during this time.

Although he created an excellent marketing plan, he was called into a meeting by the department leader who criticized it as a pile of garbage.

But a few days later—

Shen Ye’s ideas became the department leader’s project, reported to the group’s top leaders, and received praise.

Clearly, several people went to negotiate the business together.

Yet in the end, he was not included.

In the morning meeting, he was publicly criticized by the leader, saying his business skills were lacking, and even his basic communication skills were insufficient.

Performance at the bottom.

And then?

"What did you do..."

"Shen Ye" muttered under his breath, his gaze drifting toward the void, as if he could see what Shen Ye had done.

In the void, there was nothing.

But in his pupils, scenes began to unfold.

Shen Ye.

The original Shen Ye.

After the morning meeting, he returned to his desk, took out a piece of paper, and started writing.

He checked "Data Analysis".

He checked "Strategy Selection".

He checked "Product and Market Awareness".

But for "Communication Skills", he put a cross.

"There truly is room for improvement..."

Shen Ye murmured.

By the time he finished work in the afternoon.

Countless people emerged from various office buildings, converging into a crowd, hurrying home.

Shen Ye stood within the crowd, constantly observing the people around him.

He persistently approached some chosen targets, engaged in conversation, handed out business cards, or exchanged contact information.

The probability of rejection was high, of course.

But he tirelessly practiced speaking with strangers.

"Shen Ye" watched for a while, then withdrew his gaze.

"So that’s it, from observing people to speaking with strangers, to introducing himself and the company products, he is purposefully training himself."

"—Too weak, too boring."

"Shen Ye" stretched out his hand and gently plucked at the strings of fate, manipulating them at will, and they manifested into reality.

Bang!

The office door swung open, the department leader stood at the entrance, full of disbelief, beckoning Shen Ye:

"Come here, Shen."

A few minutes later.

The boardroom.

Representatives from sixty-six countries gathered, requesting to negotiate orders with the company through "Shen Ye’s" introduction.

Even the chairman was alerted.

"What’s your opinion, Shen?"

"Nothing special, just let him get out."

"Shen Ye" pointed at his department leader and said.

This was no problem, of course.

The problem was—

After the department manager and his entire faction were all fired.

The Holy Tree grew bored.

"To the next time point."

Time and space flickered.

It found itself still in human form, lying in a hospital bed, barely holding on to life.

Images flashed through its eyes.

They were all events that occurred during Shen Ye’s journey through time.

"Death is such a boring game—it would be better to just move on directly."

It extended a finger and gently slashed through the void.

Another world.

The recently deceased young Shen Ye was resurrected.

Going to school.

Meeting Zhao Yibing.

In the staircase—

"I wanted to say... don’t come looking for me anymore."

Zhao Yibing said, then took a step back, as if afraid "Shen Ye" would do something drastic.

"Shen Ye" didn’t even need to look at Shen Ye’s experiences to guess what she was thinking.

It said nothing, just turned and left.

Zhao Yibing was stunned for a moment, feeling as if her punch had landed on cotton, utterly uninteresting, and somewhat unsatisfying.

She followed her friends back to the classroom.

A few minutes later.

She suddenly felt herself sweating.

Her heart racing, chest heavy and aching, unable to stand.

Then came darkness.

—She died.

In another classroom.

"Shen Ye" slightly curled the corners of his mouth.

Fool.

All the air you rely on, all the laws, everything, they all originate from my generosity.

You told me not to come looking for you.

—It’s like a fish rejecting the entire ocean.

If you don’t die, who will?

A few days later.

At the police station.

"Shen Ye" sat in the chief’s office.

On the floor lay the assassin’s corpse.

This was a sensation!

A high school student had actually defeated an adult professional assassin!

Another few days.

The Skinner exited a hotel room, murmuring to himself:

"They’re all dead?"

"That guy is interesting, I guess I’ll have to deal with him myself."

Just as he finished speaking.

He let out a cry and fell dead.

At the same time.

"Shen Ye" was sitting in the classroom attending a lesson.

It watched Shen Ye’s past experiences while writing two words on the notebook:

"Boring."

—Watching the life of an ant requires a bit of patience.

But it doesn’t matter.

It had completely replaced him, about to gain everything he had.

Just keep moving forward like this.

It thought quietly.

On the other side.

Shen Ye realized he was no longer human.

He was a tree.

Ah.

Damn it.

Upon opening his eyes, the pain was excruciating.

Kidney stones acting up?

No—

This was much more painful than kidney stones.

Besides.

Now I’m the Holy Tree!

The only thing that could cause me such pain must be having a baby!

Ugh, no!