Godslayer: Sharingan, wait until I awaken Susanoo to slay the gods!

Zhang Luochen stood there, not knowing how to even begin to explain what it meant to become Japan's number one male host.

The idea of ​​coming here to work as a gigolo was something that had never crossed Zhang Luochen's mind.

"What a system! It's really good at this, isn't it?" Zhang Luochen said helplessly, but since it was a task he had accepted, he had to complete it even if he had to grit his teeth and bear it.

Zhang Luochen arrived on the street. The most important thing right now was to figure out what time it was. Walking on the street, he could naturally understand the slogans and road signs, having already learned Japanese.

Yokohama—this was the information Zhang Luochen had just obtained. He was in Yokohama, Japan, and if he remembered correctly, Lin Qiye had also come to Yokohama.

It was noon, and there were many different kinds of people on the street. Zhang Luochen was dressed in casual clothes, and his attire was obviously out of place here.

Walking down the street, he attracted a lot of attention, with people turning their heads frequently, and he almost became the focus of the street.

"I need to change my clothes first." Zhang Luochen looked at a clothing store on the side of the road, went in, and picked out a set of clothes that fit him.

"Hello, that'll be 1000 yen in total," the shop owner said with a slight bow and a smile.

"Boss, do you have a calendar here?" Zhang Luochen asked.

The boss pointed to a corner of the table, where there was indeed a calendar, but it was not marked at all. Zhang Luochen didn't know what day of the week it was, but when he saw the year on it, he couldn't help but pause for a second.

"Excuse me, what year is it?" Zhang Luochen asked.

"This year? It's the 99th year of the new era," the boss replied.

Zhang Luochen reached into his pocket, took out a piece of paper money, placed it on the table, and then walked out of the shop.

He had just seen what the money here looked like, so he used the Dance of Paper to turn a blank piece of paper into the shape of paper money in advance. Of course, according to their method, no matter how they investigated, they couldn't find out.

Zhang Luochen arrived at a secluded corner, holding the clothes he had changed out of earlier. A ball of flame instantly ignited in his hand, turning the clothes into ashes. Then, a puddle of water washed them away.

Then, his brows furrowed as he recalled the original story: "An Qingyu clearly stated that their login time was 101 years of the New Era, while Lin Qiye was a year and a half later and Cao Yuan was a year earlier. Therefore, Cao Yuan's login time should be 100 years of the New Era."

In other words, Zhang Luochen is a year earlier than them. Also, Baili Pangpang arrived in the 51st year of the New Era, meaning he's already sitting on that prayer mat. That place should be near Hokkaido.

Zhang Luochen squatted on the spot, constantly thinking. According to the current timeline, if he wanted to complete the task assigned by the system, he would have to rely on this year.

Whether it's controlling the Japanese entertainment industry or becoming Japan's number one male host, neither of these are easy feats to achieve.

“Bai Li Pangpang is Lingbao Tianzun, so there’s no need to worry about him. Let him stay on that futon a little longer. Completing the mission is the priority. If he fails, half of his power will be taken back, and he won’t be able to survive in the world of Zhan Shen.”

Just as Zhang Luochen was pondering, he suddenly sensed a different aura slowly approaching him, and the distance was getting closer and closer.

boom--

Zhang Luochen transformed into a small fly and flew to the rooftop, his gaze fixed on one particular spot.

A man in a white robe was seen walking down the street, his gaze fixed on the spot where Zhang Luochen had just been.

Everyone else on the street knelt down before him, but the man in the white robe didn't even glance at them, his expression icy.

"An oracle?" Seeing this attire, Zhang Luochen guessed what was going on: "They're after me? They've been discovered?"

The oracle, dressed in white robes, arrived at the spot where Zhang Luochen had just been standing. He looked at the clump of dust on the ground that had been washed away by the water, leaving only a little bit of ash, and examined it carefully.

Seeing this, Zhang Luochen became even more certain that he was coming for him. He looked at the rows of cameras on the street, and it was clear that they had discovered his presence through surveillance.

Moreover, the Japanese community has its own unique number from birth, suicide is illegal, everything here is a gift from the gods, and so far, it has only gone through four generations.

Strictly speaking, this country is sick.

Zhang Luochen ignored the oracle, and besides, each oracle was a modified version of the peak of "Klein," so it would be unwise to clash with them now.

In a mountain forest, Zhang Luochen reverted to his original appearance, confirming that there were no surveillance cameras there that could capture him.

"Wood Release!"

In the mountains and forests, a small house suddenly rose from the ground and sat in the middle of the forest. Zhang Luochen pushed open the wooden door and went inside.

"Sigh, thank goodness for Wood Release, otherwise we wouldn't even have a place to stay," Zhang Luochen said helplessly.

He currently has no identity, and if he rashly goes to stay in a hotel, he will easily be discovered. Before he has a plan, a rash attack could make him cannon fodder, or he could be imprisoned for two years like Cao Yuan, which he cannot bear.

"By the way, Yurina is in Yokohama. She's the future head of the Kazamatsuri family. I should go find her first; maybe she can offer some insight," Zhang Luochen thought to himself.

At night, Zhang Luochen walked the streets of Yokohama. He wore a hat and dressed like everyone else, so no one could recognize him.

Night fell over Yokohama, and the streets were mostly deserted. After all, the city wasn't particularly bustling and didn't have much of a nightlife. Most people stayed home late at night.

"It should be in this area." Relying on his memory, Zhang Luochen arrived at a place not far from the sea.

Yurina hasn't moved into that shipping container yet; she's probably still living in the house her mother left behind. It's just unknown how the debt collectors will treat her.

Just then, Zhang Luochen's eyes suddenly fell on a group of six or seven people, each wearing a black suit, who were running in one direction.

"Hurry, don't let that little girl get away."

"The boss said we have to catch her today no matter what."

Upon hearing their conversation, Zhang Luochen's expression changed, and he transformed into a fly and followed them.

Not long after, Zhang Luochen saw a little girl wearing a black kimono with cherry blossoms hiding in the shadows on the other side of the street, trembling all over.

The men in black suits walked toward her with ferocious expressions, each revealing their ugly faces.

"Yurina?" Zhang Luochen's figure appeared out of thin air between the two.

"Want to touch her? You'll have to get past me first."