Night’s Nomenclature-Chapter 815: Transition

Countdown 166:00:00. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

On a long street in Amsterdam, a young man wearing a baseball cap and a simple white jacket strolled leisurely to the NH Musika Hotel. He looked up at the hotel sign, then glanced at the information Nine Provinces had shared with him: confirming that this was the place, the European base camp. The young man walked into the hotel, his Asian appearance immediately attracting the attention of the security personnel. One of them said stiffly in English: "The hotel is full." "Oh, I'm not here to stay," the young man replied with a smile. He took off his baseball cap, revealing his true face. Two security personnel reacted quickly: "Joker! Requesting backup!" The young man was the long-missing Qing Chen. Since he climbed Mount Everest, no one in the Outer World knew his whereabouts. No one expected him to return to this place and strike back in Europe!

The security personnel drew their pistols and fired at Qing Chen, but the bullets, upon leaving the gun barrels, stopped in front of Qing Chen, slowly rotating. Qing Chen smiled and said, "Please make your backup request a little more urgent, otherwise, not enough people will come." The security personnel were dumbfounded. It was the first time they had seen someone attack the Koshima headquarters and actually hope for more reinforcements. They didn't even know whether they should continue calling for backup!

Seeing their hesitation, Qing Chen used his abilities to bounce the bullets back, then picked up the dropped walkie-talkie and, mimicking their accent, said, "NH Musika Hotel, requesting backup, Joker is here, engaging in combat!" With that, he walked toward the hotel reception.

At the reception, two female receptionists said nervously, "Are you checking in?" "No, I just want to ask which floor your boss is on," Qing Chen asked with a smile. "On the 18th floor!" "Thank you," Qing Chen headed for the elevator. As he turned, the two women, having abandoned their fearful expressions, pulled out two automatic rifles from under the counter and opened fire. However, Qing Chen didn't even turn his head. Dozens of bullets hung motionless in the air, then reflected back, riddling the two receptionists with holes.

This building had been secretly bought by Koshima. It was filled with Koshima's people.

To be honest, Qing Chen thought Koshima was rather foolish. The moment he was promoted to A-Class, all the organizations that had offended him should have quietly hidden their headquarters, the more hidden the better. Back then, when he fought them here, he could only use tricks. Now, to eliminate the entire overseas force, he no longer needed to hide anything.

Currently, the high-end combat power of major overseas forces, except for the Shendai faction, had almost been wiped out. Qing Chen, the number one person below Demi-God, returning to this place, didn't even encounter a single person who could fight back.

It was time to settle the old scores.

He took the elevator up, and when the elevator doors opened on the 18th floor, a curtain of gunfire poured out. Qing Chen walked out of the elevator as if nothing had happened.

Koshima might have realized that firearms were no longer useful against Qing Chen, but the problem was that Qing Chen came too suddenly. They didn't have any heavy weaponry prepared in the hotel! Who would idly place a 155mm howitzer in a hotel? That's just too idle!

As the Force field unfolded, the gunfire bounced back, and the entire 18th-floor corridor fell silent. Qing Chen continued to walk inside. It was said that the person in charge of Koshima was a B-Class, and his eyeballs were useful.

The sound of engines roared outside the hotel. Koshima's reinforcements had arrived. Qing Chen wasn't worried. After all, Koshima loved group fights—it was the Knight Order's specialty!

On the street, Shendai Yunxiu, dressed in a neat suit, slowly drew a man-high katana. He looked at the approaching Koshima reinforcements, then at Shendai Yunluo: "Brother Yunluo, is it a little too rash for us three A-Class to become Knight Messengers?" Shendai Yunluo, dressed in a white hunting robe, said with a smile: "Not rash at all, it's just a title. Look, he's here to eliminate the European forces, and then force the Future Organization to withdraw its forces back to its homeland. It's a good thing for everyone, saving us from worrying about being assassinated when we travel abroad. I've heard that the Dutch striptease dancers are a specialty, but I haven't seen them yet, simply because this place has become a spy city. After clearing them all out in these few days, we can watch the show with peace of mind." Shendai Kongyu stroked her straight black hair and asked casually: "So, Brother Yunluo, you're helping Qing Chen fight in a group just so you can watch striptease dancers?" Shendai Yunluo replied with a smile: "Not entirely.

I also like a European star and plan to ask her out," Shendai Yunluo said. "Of course, the most important thing is the eyeballs; I need eyeballs." At this moment, Shendai Yunluo also felt a sense of urgency.

The Federation's situation was becoming increasingly unstable, and the balance of power was collapsing. There was also the Roosevelt family of the West Continent watching hungrily. He had to collect the necessary eyeballs at a faster pace.

Where there was fighting, there were eyeballs to collect.

Looking at the approaching Koshima convoy, Shendai Yunluo said, "Yunxiu, put away your sword—" Before he finished, Shendai Yunxiu had already charged forward with his sword, unleashing the Ittō-ryū secret technique. In an instant, more than ten cars were cut in half.

Four A-Class patrolling Europe hadn't even exerted themselves, and the first enemy fell. The news of the Joker's bloody massacre of Koshima headquarters had spread throughout the Time Traveler world.

This revenge was swift and ruthless. Moreover, Joker had specifically given Koshima time to call for reinforcements, just to wipe them all out. Regardless of combat power, just the style of annihilating an organization with one move was terrifying. And this time it was Koshima; who would be next?

After just one night, the Kingdom and Future Organization decided to join forces again. Not only that, but their forces in New York also began to embark.

The genetically modified beastmen who had once appeared briefly on the streets of New York were loaded onto ships one by one, ready to be transported to Amsterdam for a counterattack against Joker. But at 8 a.m. on the third morning of their return, everyone received another piece of news: Royal Organization's branch in Amsterdam was also wiped out. Royal Organization's headquarters were quite hidden. After their New York headquarters were destroyed, all their forces were forced underground. Even hidden so well, Joker still found them!

This could only mean one thing: Joker was well-prepared and came with a plan!

At this time, the ships that were supposed to transport the genetically modified beastmen actually turned back halfway, as if the Royal Organization had accepted the fact that Europe was already under Joker's control. The Royal Organization was laying low!

This was bad news for the Future Organization. They were still waiting for reinforcements, but the other party turned around and went home! On the fifth day of their return, the Future Organization's branch in Europe was also wiped out.

This didn't even cause much of a stir domestically, because after experiencing those major events, everyone felt that it was only natural for Joker to do this. Afterward, only one person grumbled.

Shendai Yunluo looked at the cold storage box and said, "Only four pairs of eyeballs? That's too few! I estimated at least ten pairs!" Zhuang Gong said with a smile, "Don't worry, I've found a new battlefield for you, with more eyeballs." Shendai Yunluo became alert: "You mean the West Continent? We're going to cause trouble over there so soon?" "Wait for my message in City 5. Once I've established a foothold and found a base, I'll find a way to get you over there," Qing Chen said, about to turn and leave.

"Wait a minute!" Shendai Yunluo was curious: "Where are you going? We're your messengers, so we need to know where you're going. Don't you plan to attack North America?" "You guys go back to Whale Island first, don't delay your cultivation," Qing Chen waved and walked away. He didn't say where he was going or what he was going to do.

Shendai Yunluo muttered: "Since he was targeted on Mount Everest, his whereabouts have become completely erratic, appearing and disappearing like a true Joker." "So we're going to the West Continent with him?" Shendai Yunxiu asked.

"Of course, we're going," Shendai Yunluo said with a smile: "Didn't you see? He's gathering all available forces, so he must be planning something big. We can't miss out on such fun." Countdown 10:00:00.

Outside the snow peak wingsuit flying training base in the Alps, a young visitor arrived.

Every year, many people come here to receive the most comprehensive and strenuous training. Some are novice extreme sports enthusiasts, and some are advanced players. The world's most famous wingsuit flying instructors are basically here. The tuition fees are even higher than climbing Mount Everest.

The snow peak training base strictly limits the number of students it accepts each year, a maximum of 36. According to them, wingsuit flying is the most dangerous extreme sport. Only the highest quality teaching can guarantee the safety of the students. A heavy snowfall had just fallen in the Alps, heralding the arrival of summer.

Qing Chen walked to the door and gently knocked. He looked at the middle-aged woman inside: "Hello, I have an appointment. I'm a student reporting today." The middle-aged woman enthusiastically embraced him: "Judging by your accent, are you from England?" Qing Chen smiled: "Yes, from Birmingham."

The middle-aged woman smiled: "I've been to Birmingham. You probably weren't born then. A long, narrow river flows through the city, with hardworking workers on both banks." Saying this, the woman patted the dust off Qing Chen's shoulders: "According to the course you signed up for, you'll need eight weeks of closed-door training here before you can attempt your first flight. By the way, I've prepared some tea and pancakes for you. It's afternoon tea time, so you can introduce yourself to your classmates. By the way, we have some people with special identities here. If you have the budget, you can seek their help."

"Hmm," Qing Chen was taken aback: "People with special identities?"

"Yes," the woman replied: "By the way, just call me Alice." "Okay, thank you," Qing Chen walked inside with her, puzzled.

"One more thing I need to tell you," Alice hesitated: "Instructors Tahil and Miguel are no longer at the snow peak training base. Only Solare is left."

"Oh," Qing Chen was surprised. These two were the champions of last year's and the previous year's performance competitions, considered the best instructors.

Alice explained: "A group of particularly wealthy Chinese came and took Tahil and Miguel away. They paid too much money, almost as much as top football players."

Qing Chen thought to himself, the one who hired the instructors away couldn't be Hu Xiaoniu, could it?

The Hu Family Group was now wealthy, and when Hu Dacheng spent money on his son Hu Xiaoniu, the money seemed to come from the wind, without any heartache.

Now, the Hu Family Group had considered Hu Xiaoniu their biggest investment.

It wasn't just the Hu family. The Inner World Qing Family was the same.

The Old Master on Ginkgo Mountain had made his stance clear. He knew that Qing Chen was going to eliminate the Conglomerate. In the future, when the Qing Family was no longer useful, it would be abandoned by Qing Chen. Yet, they still chose to offer the Qing Family as a stepping stone for Qing Chen.

These people's investments were no longer limited to money; they were investing in fate.

Entering the training base, it was warmly decorated. More than 30 students sat around the fireplace, holding hot tea, chatting excitedly.

A male student said excitedly: "White Light really played the four major guilds. Everyone saw his clearance information and went to the eighth multi-world, but they didn't find him at all. At first, everyone thought he had come out, but his information was still in the eighth multi-world. Now no one knows where he is, no one knows what he's doing.

But the leaderboard has been controlled by the four major guilds for so long, and now someone can get some wool off them. I feel particularly excited.

By the way, has anyone mentioned what White Light's identity is? Is he, like us, a Time Traveler? It shouldn't be. There aren't Time Travelers this strong.

Come on, tell me about your Time Travelers. I've tried many places, but I haven't been able to become a Time Traveler." Alice smiled and interrupted them: "Hello everyone, this is your new classmate Tager, from Birmingham, England. He will spend 12 weeks with everyone and then achieve his dream."

Qing Chen looked at these classmates, and four of them were clearly Time Travelers.

So, he roughly understood what Alice meant by special identities.

At this time, a male Time Traveler saw Qing Chen and smiled, getting up to shake his hand: "Hello, my name is Oden. By the way, are you interested in buying F-Class Gene Medicine? This Inner World specialty can increase your survival rate."

Qing Chen understood. Oden must have some cooperation with the training base, providing Gene Medicine specifically for extreme sports enthusiasts.

After all, this is a very wealthy group.

However, this was the first time Qing Chen had been offered F-Class Gene Medicine, and he didn't need it either. He thought for a moment and asked: "How much?" Oden smiled: "1.2 million euros."

Qing Chen shook his head regretfully: "Sorry, I can't afford it."

Oden ignored him and turned to chat about other things: "By the way, did you hear about the attack on Blackwater City by an unknown Demi-God? That Demi-God could manifest many scarlet hands. It is said that even the city defense forces couldn't catch him. It was very powerful!"

Qing Chen was startled. In seven days since his return, he had received a message from Zard, so he knew about Zhong Yu's stripping.

But he never expected that Zhong Yu would be sent to Blackwater City in the West Continent by Yan Liuyuan!

Interesting. He hoped Zhong Yu would cause as much trouble as possible in the West Continent.

By the way, he and Zhong Yu had an agreement.

Whoever found the other first would become the other's master.

He wondered if this agreement still counted after Zhong Yu was stripped... hehe.

Late at night, Qing Chen lay in his dormitory room, silently waiting for the countdown to zero.

The world plunged into darkness.