Chapter 318: The Main Event Begins!

Russell Square is teeming with people!

The air feels like congealed honey, thick and heavy; every breath carries a scorching anticipation.

At this very moment, every camera and every gaze is locked onto Chu Chen!

As the live broadcast reaches this point, besides the audience, many media outlets have also arrived at the scene!

In an instant, people from all walks of life have completely paralyzed the traffic around Russell Square!

"If this magic trick succeeds, it will definitely go down in history!"

"How did he know that the Imperial Jade Seal of Huaxia was in the British Museum?"

"This young man from Huaxia is truly extraordinary!"

The crowd below is clamorous, filled with heated discussion!

"Everyone!"

Chu Chen speaks, his voice clearly reaching every corner of the square through the microphone.

He pauses slightly, his gaze sweeping over the countless faces below, lingering especially on those of the Chinese people with black hair and yellow skin.

"Within the vast, sea-like collection of the British Museum, there are always some particularly special existences."

Chu Chen's voice drops slightly, carrying an indescribable weight:

"They are not the products of normal cultural exchange or trade; they are branded with the scars of war, plunder, and chapters of the past that no one wishes to mention. They are wanderers, exiles, sleeping for a century beneath the soil of a foreign land, longing for their distant Eastern homeland."

These words, like an invisible thread, tug at the deepest strings in the hearts of every Chinese person present.

A tragic yet stirring emotion begins to permeate the air.

"Now, let us use the perspective of magic to pierce through the thick dust of history, cross the vast Eurasian continent, and cast our gaze toward that mysterious corner hidden deep beneath the British Museum!"

He pauses again, and time in all of Russell Square seems to be drained away.

Boom!

The long-accumulated volcano of emotion erupts completely!

Gasps, shouts, and cries of disbelief instantly drown the square!

At the very instant this extreme noise and fervor reach their peak!

Chu Chen continues: "Everyone, don't blink. Next, the main event begins!"

A faint, elusive smile flashes across Chu Chen's face. He raises his right hand, his thumb and middle finger rubbing gently together, and then, under the focus of all eyes, he snaps his fingers—a crisp, sharp sound that seems to pierce through time and space—

Snap!

"Pop!"

The sound is not loud, yet it strikes like a true thunderclap, exploding deep within everyone's mind!

The moment the sound of the snap fades, a video suddenly appears on the large screen behind the stage.

The content of the video is the underground vault of the British Museum, filmed from the first-person perspective of the recorder!

"What you are seeing now is an underground vault inside the British Museum. This vault is unknown to outsiders; apart from the internal management staff, no one knows of its existence."

"This vault was secretly built by the Yingguo royal family after the British Museum was completed, with the sole purpose of storing cultural relics of unknown origin from various countries. Here, you can see many lost artifacts; these artifacts mainly come from Huaxia, with some from other ancient civilizations and cradles of civilization..."

Accompanied by Chu Chen's introduction, many lost Huaxia artifacts flash one by one on the large screen.

The Imperial Jade Seal, the Peking Man Skull Fossil, the original copy of the Yongle Encyclopedia, the Nine Tripod Cauldrons of Yu the Great, and so on!

When these artifacts appear before the audience one by one, the scene and the live broadcast room completely explode!

【Holy crap!】

【Wait, are there really this many good things in there?】

【Just how many of our treasures did you steal?!】

【Is that the original copy of the Yongle Encyclopedia?】

【It's all treasure!】

【Impressive, my brother!】

【Is this real? I don't believe it!】

While the audience is in heated discussion, Chu Chen continues: "Alright, everyone, now let us follow the old tradition and select a lucky person to come on stage to help me complete this magic trick!"

As he speaks, he casually takes a baseball out of his pants pocket and weighs it in his hand.

"The rules are simple. In a moment, I will turn my back and toss this ball toward you. The friend who catches it, please come on stage, and we will play a game together."

As soon as he finishes speaking, he immediately turns his back and casually tosses the baseball toward the noisy audience behind him.

The crowd instantly boils over, arms raised like a forest.

After a small commotion, accompanied by envious gasps, an Asian boy who looks to be in his early twenties, wearing black-rimmed glasses and blushing with excitement, clutches the baseball tightly and waves his hand excitedly:

"I got it! It's me!"

Chu Chen spots him in the crowd immediately and invites him to the stage:

"Hello, what should I call you?"

"Mike...! My name is Mike Li!"

The boy's voice stammers slightly due to nervousness.

"Very well, are you of Chinese descent?"

"Yes, that's right, my mom and dad are both from Huaxia!"

"Good, without further ado, let's start this game together!"

Chu Chen pats him on the shoulder, then pulls a commemorative medal specially made for today's event—imprinted with the outline of the British Museum—and a marker pen from his pocket.

"To commemorate this wonderful night, please sign your name on this medal."

Mike complies, using his slightly trembling hand to write his somewhat youthful name on the smooth metal surface of the medal.

Chu Chen takes the signed medal and shows it to the camera; the unique handwriting is clearly visible in the close-up shot.

After finishing the demonstration, he casually placed the commemorative medal into Mike's pocket: "Keep this for me for now, and make sure you don't lose it."

Having said that, Chu Chen flicked his empty hands in front of him, as if pulling silk from a cocoon out of thin air, and a massive, rich blood-colored red cloth instantly unfurled in his hands!

With a "whoosh," it snapped and fluttered, drawing everyone's gaze.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is no ordinary red cloth; it is a genuine Magic Carpet that can conjure any magic prop I need."

Chu Chen displayed both sides of the red cloth, which were completely empty.

Then, with a flick of his wrist, he slammed the red cloth down onto the open space of the stage!

The moment the red cloth covered the ground, the outline beneath it suddenly bulged, as if something had appeared out of thin air.

The next second, without the slightest hesitation, Chu Chen grabbed a corner of the red cloth and whipped it away with a flourish—

A device filled with a futuristic sense of technology appeared abruptly in that very spot!

Its entire body shimmered with a deep blue halo, its design simple yet mysterious, resembling an oval door frame with a Water-like energy vortex rippling in the center, emitting a low hum.

【Holy crap, what is this?】

【Good heavens, how did he do that?】

【Chu the God is still the ultimate authority; even a casual opening is something other magicians can only dream of reaching!】

【I don't know, so I'm asking: what is this thing?】

"Ladies and gentlemen, what you are seeing now is a Time-Space Shuttle, and it can send you to any place you wish to go."

Chu Chen's tone was as indifferent as if he were introducing a microwave: "Mike, now, please step inside."

Mike's eyes widened as he looked at the incredible device, then at Chu Chen's encouraging gaze; he took a deep breath and, with a sense of mission bordering on a pilgrimage, stepped into the energy vortex.

His figure distorted slightly within the ripples.

"How is it? Are you ready?"

"Yes!" Mike took a few deep breaths and then nodded heavily!

Seeing this, Chu Chen decisively raised his hand and snapped his fingers crisply.

Snap!

The next second, the energy vortex, along with Li Wei's figure, instantly vanished from the stage without a trace!