177: Chapter 177 Stealing the Pen and Discarding the Name

Jiang Feng began tearing away the rules of the Naming Room one by one, like dismantling electrical wires.

The entire Naming Room began to shake.

Rows of bookshelves collapsed.

The four words [Pangu Returning to Ruins] on the thick book were plundered by Jiang Feng before they could even descend, leaving only half of them behind.

Li Yan watched in a daze.

"When others have their names changed, it's a major crisis."

"When he has his name changed, he's just farming Materials."

Zhang Changlin fell silent for a moment.

"And the quality of the Materials is very high."

The Dragon Girl's eyes sparkled.

"That old man is so rich."

The old man slammed the thick book shut.

"Stop."

"Jiang Feng, if you continue your plundering, the Naming Room will collapse."

Jiang Feng looked up.

"Isn't that just perfect?"

The old man stood up for the first time.

The wall behind him cracked open.

A massive sheet of gold paper hung inside the wall.

Densely packed model numbers were written on the gold paper.

[Pangu]

[Nuwa]

[Zhu Long]

[Xing Tian]

[Kuafu]

[Gonggong]

...

Li Yan's expression changed.

"These names..."

Zero Seven's voice trembled.

"They aren't individual powerhouses."

"It's a model database."

"Pangu isn't the only product."

Zhang Changlin's gaze darkened.

"All the names from Huaxia mythology have been registered by them as model numbers?"

The old man said coldly:

"It's not registration."

"It's naming."

"A name bestows a purpose."

"Pangu opens the heavens."

"Nuwa mends the realms."

"Zhu Long illuminates time."

"Xing Tian wages war."

"Kuafu chases the sun."

"Gonggong strikes the pillar."

"Every single name has a mission."

He stared at Jiang Feng, his voice dropping low.

"Since you inherited the pangu godhead, you must inherit the name of Pangu."

"The name Jiang Feng belongs only to a Mortal."

Jiang Feng looked at the gold paper.

His gaze turned cold.

He finally understood.

This wasn't just about changing his name alone.

This was turning countless legends into tool manuals.

As long as the name was written down.

That person, that god, that world, would have to live, fight, and die according to the purpose behind the name.

Jiang Feng spoke.

"So."

"You give names not so people will be remembered."

"But so they will die according to the purpose you've written."

The old man did not speak.

It was as good as a silent admission.

Jiang Feng nodded.

"I see."

He reached out, grabbing directly for that gold paper.

The old man's expression changed.

"Stop!"

"That is the Naming Room Master Registry!"

Jiang Feng's fingers clamped onto the edge of the gold paper.

"Now, it's evidence."

[Touching Mythological Model Master Registry.]

[Plunderable.]

Jiang Feng said:

"Plunder."

Boom!

The gold paper vibrated violently.

All the mythological names upon it lit up simultaneously.

A pressure far exceeding that of the First Blue Star descended.

The corridor sank inch by inch.

Li Yan and Zhang Changlin groaned at the same time.

Zero Seven's face turned deathly pale.

The Dragon Girl protected the infant pod, her Purple-Gold Canopy stretched to its limit.

But Jiang Feng's hand did not loosen.

Let alone loosen.

It didn't even tremble once.

[Secret Art: Pangu Plunder activated.]

[Plundered partial authority of the Mythological Model Master Registry.]

[Obtained all attributes: 20 ganges sand.]

[Current basic six-dimensional attributes: 162 ganges sand.]

[Obtained special clue: Source of Mythological Naming.]

[Note: The current Master Registry is not the original, it is only a transcribed copy.]

[Original coordinates: Beneath jiachen 17 Blue Star, the deepest layer of ancient carvings.]

Jiang Feng's eyes paused.

Beneath the Blue Star.

There again.

From the Eye of Eternity to Pangu's remains.

From the Awakening Array to the earth key.

From the First Blue Star to the Naming Room.

All the threads had made a giant loop, only to return to the depths of the Blue Star in the end.

The stamen had finally revealed a corner of itself.

The old man's expression changed completely.

"You saw it?"

Jiang Feng tore off a corner of the gold paper and tossed it casually to Zero Seven.

"Take this back."

"Put it together with the black paper."

"Tell Xiao Zhenjiang."

"From now on, no one is to use names from Huaxia mythology as model numbers."

Zero Seven caught the gold paper, her hands trembling.

This thing was too heavy.

Not in weight.

But in significance.

She nodded forcefully.

"Understood."

The old man suddenly raised the black pen and stabbed it toward his own glabella.

"Naming Room records leaked."

"Executing self-destruction."

Jiang Feng took a step forward.

He grabbed the old man's wrist.

"This routine of yours is quite old too."

[Zero-er triggered.]

[Scribe's self-destruction authority erased.]

[Naming Room evidence-destruction authority erased.]

[Master Registry recovery channel erased.]

The old man's body stiffened.

Jiang Feng snatched the black pen from his hand.

[Touching Scribe Authority.]

[Plunderable.]

Jiang Feng spoke.

"Plunder."

[Secret Art: Pangu Plunder activated.]

[Plundered Naming Room Pen-Wielding Authority.]

[Obtained all attributes: 18 ganges sand.]

[Current basic six-dimensional attributes: 180 ganges sand.]

[Obtained temporary authority: Abolish Name.]

[Effect: Can abolish externally imposed serial numbers, model numbers, and filing names of targets with a lower status than the host.]

Jiang Feng looked at the old man.

"Didn't you just say my name was unqualified?"

The old man backed away.

Jiang Feng raised the pen and made a stroke across the thick book.

[Naming Room Scribe]

These words were directly crossed out.

In the next second.

The old man's face began to blur.

The names within his eyes extinguished one by one.

"No—"

Jiang Feng closed the thick book.

"You shouldn't have a name either."

The old man turned into ash on the spot.

There was no scream.

No last words.

Only a puff of paper ash remained, swept away by the wind in the corridor.

The entire Naming Room lost its support.

Bookshelves collapsed.

The corridor fractured.

Those names that had been imprisoned within the books turned into points of light, flying toward countless worlds.

Someone looked up in a distant sea of stars.

Someone woke up in a shattered divine kingdom.

There were also those who simply remembered all of a sudden that they weren't supposed to be called by that cold serial number.

Watching this scene, Li Yan let out a breath.

"Now that's what you call changing a name."

"He directly changed the person changing the names out of existence."

The Dragon Girl added earnestly.

"Master is very fair."

"Whoever writes recklessly ends up nameless."

Jiang Feng did not smile.

He looked toward the end of the collapsing Naming Room.

There was another door there.

It wasn't gold.

It was bronze.

There was no sign on the door.

Only a single carving.

That carving was exactly the same as the ancient patterns beneath the Blue Star.

A very faint tapping sound came from the crack in the door.

Tap.

Tap.

Like someone underground was tapping on a coffin lid with their knuckles.

A System prompt popped up.

[Detected: Entrance to the Source of Mythological Naming.]

[Associated Coordinates: Ancient carvings beneath jiachen 17 Blue Star.]

[Warning: This entrance connects to the core stamen of the entire book.]

[Warning: An afterimage of 'The Name Writer' exists behind the door.]

[Warning: The other party once personally wrote the first name—Pangu.]

Li Yan's throat bobbed.

"What level of old monster is this now?"

Zero Seven gripped the black and gold papers in her hands, her voice dry.

"The Naming Room was just for transcription."

"The person behind the door is likely the one who truly puts pen to paper."

The Dragon Girl hugged the infant pod tightly and whispered:

"Master, are we going to tear down the main shop now?"

Jiang Feng looked at the bronze door.

After a moment, he raised his foot and walked forward.

From within the door, that calm voice finally rang out.

"Jiang Feng."

"You ruined my pen."

"You tore my registry."

"Now."

"It is time to meet me."