"It's another boring day." In a ramen stand near the University of Tokyo, Uesugi Yue scratched his back and watched the movie in front of him with some boredom.

The discs of this kind of movies are from the last century, and some of the movie stars are now married.

"A bowl of ramen with an egg."

"It's closed now." Uesugi Yue waved his hand without raising his head.

"But I'm not prepared to pay, so you're not open for business."

"Ange, you've been a bastard all your life!" Uesugi Yue was so angry that he stood up and asked, "What noodles do you want to eat?"

"Just the kind you're good at." Angé found a seat and sat down nonchalantly.

"As if I used to be your personal ramen chef!" Uesugi Yue angrily threw the noodles into the soup pot. "After more than 60 years, can you be a little more polite?"

"Polite? I'd like to be polite, but right now, ugh, there's a lot of shit going on."

Listening to Ange's words, Uesugi Yue's fingers stiffened briefly and he paused for a second.

"Are there any things that you find troublesome? That's really rare. If there's anything that bothers you, tell me and I'll be happy."

"Ha." Ange laughed.

I have to say that we are indeed old friends, and it still feels so familiar.

Shaking his head, Angers looked around: "This place hasn't changed much. The entire Japanese underworld didn't expect that sixty years ago you liked to hang out on this street, and sixty years later you still live here, but have become a ramen chef."

"The former Japanese movie star is now selling ramen here."

"No." Uesugi Yue shook his fingers.

"Continue to stand in the position of Shadow King and watch those people do disgusting things."

"You knew already."

"Nonsense." Uesugi Yue raised his hand and pointed at his eyes.

"My eyes are not blind yet. I can see clearly whether it is a human or a ghost."

"So, what are you going to do?"

Angers was somewhat curious.

He originally thought that his old friend would be kept in the dark forever, but after more than 60 years, he actually understood some of the truth behind it.

"What else can we do?" Uesugi Yue rubbed his wrist.

"Do you think I can pick up a sword and fight them? I'm just an ordinary Japanese movie star, a mass-produced product. I'm lucky to be alive."

Ange watched Uesugi Yue scoop up the noodles and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Uesugi Yue chose to give up and retreated in front of his so-called position as the King of Movies.

It is said to be a bad thing, but in fact it is also a form of protest.

However, the effect of this kind of protest is close to nothing.

Ange lifted the door and turned to look at the street.

Walk out of the small street for a few dozen steps and you will see brightly lit high-rise buildings. However, the small street still looks like it did after World War II, with old Japanese houses on both sides of the road and sycamore and cherry trees planted in front of the houses. The quietness is accompanied by a sense of desolation.

Although the distance between the two is so close, they are like two different worlds. The outside is prosperous with the passage of time, while the inside is decay and aging that has not changed for thousands of years.

"I am a person abandoned by the times and should live in a shabby old place. Unlike you, you are still so romantic and dashing." Uesugi Yue added another piece of barbecued pork on the noodles and placed it in front of Angé.

Ange reached out, picked up the chopsticks and began to taste.

He ate the steaming noodles slowly.

Angé narrowed his eyes slightly, chewed a mouthful, put down his chopsticks, turned his head and looked at Uesugi Yue: "In fact, you are not abandoned by the times. Your investigation of the Eight Snake Families shows that you are also looking for who the source is."

"Yeah, I was young and ignorant at the time, and I felt that I needed to save the world." Uesugi Yue waved his hand, looking as if he couldn't bear to look back on the past: "Alas, at that time I really dreamed too much about being a superhero, and I felt that I could really save the world."

"The results of it?"

"What else could it be? The fact that I'm curled up here now already shows what the outcome will be." "You were still alive at the time."

"Does it matter?"

"It doesn't matter." Ange replied.

It doesn't matter. He and Uesugi Yue both understand that the so-called Shadow Emperor is nothing more than a combat unit for those behind-the-scenes masters who are truly seeking the treasure hidden in this land, a small monster that can be mass-produced.

At most, some of them are excellent and have the title of elite.

"What are the results of the investigation?"

Uesugi Yue looked at Angers in surprise. This was not something you would say: "You didn't take your medicine today?"

"I found some clues." Angé pointed at Uesugi Yue, then pointed at himself.

"Some of the things you have here are related to the Kassel College in 1900?"

"Ah, wait." Uesugi Yue paused, then pointed his finger back and forth between himself and Ange again.

"You said that the mastermind behind our situation is related to the incident at Kassel College in 1900?"

"Yes."

Uesugi Yue asked bluntly: "Have you been fooled?"

"No." Ange shook his head.

Seeing how determined he was, Shang Shanyue held his chin in thought and said to himself: "It's impossible. These can create a shadow emperor like me. It's meaningless to attack Kassel Academy."

Even though the first generation of Kassel Academy was very strong, there was no reason for them to specifically target you and still let you survive.

"Yeah, so I doubt anyone is dead."

"Not dead." Uesugi Yue instantly understood what Angé meant.

During the Summer Mourning incident in 1900, the first generation of Lionheart members of Kassel College were likely betrayed by some of their companions, which led to the accident.

These traitors faked their deaths and left Kassel Academy, lurking in Japan, trying to gain something.

"I understand what you mean, but why did you come to me? I am a poor, powerless person, and it is useless for you to talk to me about this."

Ange put down his chopsticks.

"This is a street worth $12 billion. Previously, a company was willing to pay $12 billion to buy this land for commercial development, but it couldn't find the landowner. You are setting up a ramen stand on a piece of land worth $12 billion. Don't pretend to be poor."

Uesugi Yue cleaned up the table nonchalantly and replied calmly, "I'm really poor. I've been selling ramen to support myself these years. The only valuable thing I have left is this piece of land. But if I sell it, it will be developed into skyscrapers. These old houses will be demolished and the old trees will be moved away. An old thing like me will have no place to live."

"But you didn't accept everything, did you?" Ange said casually while eating ramen.

"You are still investigating. You are investigating her death. You don't believe that a woman who can give birth to an emperor is an ordinary woman. You see the hidden thread behind it and perceive the so-called "coincidence" arranged by fate."

Uesugi Yue was silent. He gripped the table tightly, his fingers digging deeply into it.

Miracles are great, but people like him and Ange never believe in so-called miracles!

They only believe in the cold reality and the countless networks hidden behind it!
The cause-effect relationship and the context therein determine the inevitability of the so-called fate.

Charlotte Chen is the name of Uesugi Yue's mother. The word "Chen" hides so many deep-sea storms, and the abyss is enough to swallow up everything in its exploration.

"Miracles don't exist." Angé said, then looked at the silent Uesugi Yue.

While eating ramen, the two seemed to be in some awkward situation and began to ponder each other.

"Okay, you're right." Uesugi Yue hung the rag on the rack, walked to Angé, pulled out a chair and sat down.

"What's your plan?"

"My plan is, well, an interesting one."

"Yeah, I hope so."

"I hope so." (End of this chapter)