Night's Nomenclature
Chapter 517: The Chosen 1

“It’s a good thing no one was timing you, otherwise you would have been found to be a second faster,” Surface World One sent a message.

Qing Chen glanced at the message expressionlessly: “You’re really quite idle.”

Walking among the bustling crowds, the boy took off his coat, turned it over, and put it on again, his Face^[-] silently changing.

As Ye Wan said, as long as the Forbidden Artifact ACE005 Da Fu was in Qing Chen’s hands, if he was determined to hide, no one could find him.

In a city with a permanent population of millions, finding someone who constantly changes their identity is harder than finding a needle in a haystack.

At least with a needle in a haystack, the needle always looks the same and doesn’t run away.

A needle also doesn’t kill people.

Surface World One: “Why should I shoot a video and post it online?”

Qing Chen said: “I was originally in the place with the largest number of people, letting people discover me, a wanted criminal, painting there. As a result, I didn’t expect that after more than an hour, no one had discovered me. Are they all blind? Without shooting a video, I’m afraid the Shadow Agency’s bunch of idiots won’t think of me.”

On this trip, Qing Chen’s most important task was to help Shinguji Maki and Yang Yang attract attention. Therefore, he had to use a relatively safe and high-profile method to bring the Shadow Agency back.

“What are you planning to do now?” Surface World One asked.

“Let’s eat a bowl of Ichiran Ramen. I heard it’s pretty good,” Qing Chen thought for a moment and said, “Let’s let the Shadow Agency be nervous for a while, and then do the real thing tomorrow at their press conference.”

“By the way,” Qing Chen suddenly asked, “Did you mark those chosen ones on the network before? Are any of them alone?”

“There is one, called Shendai Yunluo, strength unknown,” said Surface World One.

Qing Chen pondered for a moment, but didn’t speak.

“Are you going to kill this lone one first?” Surface World One asked.

Qing Chen: “No, kill the others first.”

“Why?”

“In this situation, knowing that I killed so many people, including Shendai Yunyi, and still dare to act alone, they must be confident. Cattle and sheep flock together, only the tiger walks alone.”

Qing Chen looked at the bustling street: “He should be left for last.”

On the 60th-floor rooftop of the Nankai Ritz-Carlton Hotel next to Shinsaibashi.

Shendai Yunluo, dressed in a white hunting outfit, silently overlooked the area below, which was where Qing Chen painted and killed people during the day.

The bloodstains on the ground had been cleaned up, and after the crime, there were even more tourists here than before.

“It’s a bustling human world, more bustling than City 22,” Shendai Yunluo said calmly.

He held a piece of drawing paper in his hand, on which was the couple, and it was unknown when this person got this sketch.

“A beginner, hasn’t even developed the most basic writing habits, disordered, unorganized, yet he can paint so vividly,” Shendai Yunluo said indifferently: “But, why did he suddenly learn to paint?”

In his opinion, Qing Chen’s strength was such that he didn’t need to disguise himself to kill a few Shadow Agency thugs in broad daylight; he could just meet them and crush them.

This was his awareness as a master, so Qing Chen setting up a stall to sell paintings during the killing must not have been superfluous.

There must be a reason for it.

This must be a very crucial link!

But why learn to paint? Why learn to paint while being chased? What use is it to paint a few sketches?

Shendai Yunluo couldn’t think of the reason for the moment.

“In addition, making such a fuss just to kill a few small fries, doesn’t match his status,” Shendai Yunluo pondered: “As the Daybreak Boss, known as the Joker in Europe, and already having a place in the Inner World, the ceremony of returning to the battlefield should at least use one or two chosen ones as a sacrifice, choosing a few small fries is meaningless.”

Shendai Yunluo stood at the edge of the rooftop, his white hunting outfit fluttering like a fairy, as if he would fall from the tall building at any moment. He closed his eyes and pondered for a moment.

“I understand, that’s why only you are in Osaka.”

“Courageous.”

“Admirable.”

The corner of Shendai Yunluo’s handsome Face^[-] slightly curled up.

Under the night sky, six Shikigami behind him were faintly visible in the night sky.

ATS010, Hyakumegami.

ATS011, Chigyoubori.

ATS013, Umamen Rasetsu.

ATS018, Honeonna.

ATS091, Tenjouka.

ATS229, Byakuyōei.

The six Shikigami were of various shapes and sizes, extremely strange.

In the Hyakki Yagyo Spiritual Bridge, Hyakumegami, though not the number one Shikigami in ranking, was the most unique.

It was because the Yin-Yang Master needed to obtain one hundred pairs of human eyes that met the conditions for it. When the hundred eyes gathered, it could surpass the Yin-Yang Master’s level of strength, even if the Yin-Yang Master was only C-Class, it could transcend the mundane world and become a Demi-God.

At this time, Hyakumegami already had forty-one pairs of eyes, and its body, wrapped in a white robe, floated quietly behind Shendai Yunluo.

This was the true Chosen One.

Ichiran Ramen is a famous chain ramen restaurant in Japan, first established in 1960. When eating, customers sit in compartments separated by wooden boards.

Just as Qing Chen was slurping down his noodles, videos and legends about “Gao Dao Yi Ming” were spreading rapidly, and soon spread back to China.

The original cause of this online event was the recording released by Surface World One, which caused a reversal of public opinion.

Everyone went from hunting Qing Chen down to sympathizing with him and Shinguji Maki.

When Qing Chen suddenly returned with a powerful and judgmental stance, punishing eight Shadow Agency members, public opinion changed again.

Gradually, people began to regard him as a hero with tragic colors, a hero who protected an innocent little girl, a hero who stood up for the little girl.

The line, “I’m back, is the Shadow Agency ready to bear the consequences?”, excited many people.

When the video appeared, even a North American Time Traveler publicly offered to buy the painting in the hands of the couple in the video.

However, the couple said that the painting was bought for 10 million yen within 15 minutes after the incident.

This incident caused a huge stir, and that night someone created a website for Qing Chen, and tens of thousands of people on the website called on the public not to provide the Shadow Agency with clues about “Gao Dao Yi Ming”, and protested against the Shadow Agency’s actions.

Qing Chen wiped his mouth and smiled as he left the ramen shop.

Countdown to Crossing, Day Nine.

The Shadow Agency held a live-streamed press conference at the Osaka City Hall. At 10 am, Shendai Yunxiu, the person in charge, would clarify the public’s misunderstandings about them.

At 7 am, a large number of reporters had already gathered outside the Osaka City Hall, wearing the characteristic khaki vests of reporters, carrying cameras, and holding microphones.

Some reporters had already started reporting on the morning news in front of the camera: “The Osaka City Hall is not yet open for work, but there are already citizens gathered nearby holding banners. They now only have two demands, one is to know if the recordings are true, and the other is to hope that the Shadow Agency will stop its forced recruitment and let those Time Travelers who are unwilling to join the Shadow Agency go home.”

“Of course, everyone is also very concerned about whether the avenger, Gao Dao Yi Ming, will appear at this important moment, and what kind of changes he will bring to this press conference. As far as I know, the Shadow Agency has blocked all traffic within a 3000-meter radius, and a large number of Shadow Agency members are carrying out intensive deployment. They are very cautious.”

“Gao Dao Yi Ming, the hero praised by the public as having a golden spirit, will he appear? Let’s wait and see.”

Qing Chen listened with relish, with a third-order magic cube in each hand, rapidly rotating.

A long line of black cars was heading towards the Osaka City Hall. In a car, Shendai Yunxiu said calmly to the black-haired Shendai Kongyu beside him: “He may not appear today, but if he does, be sure to lock him with your Cloud Mirror. I suspect he has the ability to change his appearance; otherwise, he would not be so difficult to find.”