514: Chapter 514 Meeting Gift

A few days later, Lin Chuyan's "Soul Power" Asia Tour was held as scheduled at the Tokyo Dome.

While a portion of the ticket buyers were local Chinese or international students, their proportion wasn't actually that large. The local media found having so many Japanese fans normal, but it truly shocked the media back home.

They knew about it in theory, but lacked a concrete concept. Seeing tens of thousands of Japanese girls crazily adoring a Chinese person with their own eyes made it feel surreal.

Domestic media even interviewed quite a few Japanese girls on-site. The footage showed a sea of people, and many could even sing Chinese songs... After being translated and subtitled, the video was uploaded to Bilibili, and netizens commented: "This is truly bringing glory to the nation."

[The real traffic is still my Brother Yan; the Japanese girls are supporting him with their actual money, not just empty talk.]

[I don't get it, I can't understand it, but it's awesome.]

[Lin the Dog is awesome. Although I don't like him, he really is awesome. No hype, no hate, he deserves the title of the Chinese Entertainment Industry's top celebrity.]

[What Chinese Entertainment Industry top celebrity? My brother is the top celebrity in all of Asia! Waiting for the release of "la la land" to continue expanding his territory!]

At 7:00 PM Tokyo time, the concert officially kicked off.

The venue was already swallowed by deafening screams, with everyone craning their necks in anticipation of Lin Chuyan's stunning entrance.

Finally.

The three-sided surrounding auditorium plunged into thick darkness, like a serene black ocean.

The stage remained hidden in darkness, yet a sound drifted out quietly—vaguely resembling someone praying devoutly.

Everyone was waiting for "special person," but this time, the prelude was completely different.

The fans in the audience looked at each other: "Huh? Which song is this?"

Then they immediately realized: "Isn't this "in the name of the father"?!"

That's right, the opening song for the Tokyo show had been changed.

Lin Chuyan's reasoning was simple: The prelude to "in the name of the father" was just too long. With his wife not there, there was no one to help him sing "loneliness" to cover it, so he decided to just put it at the very beginning; that way, it wouldn't count as "waiting around."

The fans didn't mind either: what they were yearning for was just to see their idol and hear him Singing. As for the change in song order, it didn't affect them at all.

Tens of thousands of eyes were firmly drawn to the huge pointed arch frame in the center of the stage—a holographic projection of a floating Gothic sanctuary quietly appeared.

As the prelude to "in the name of the father" slowly flowed, the sanctuary seemed to traverse time and space, descending leisurely. In an instant, even more surging cheers erupted from the auditorium.

The giant pointed arch frame was towering and lofty, reaching straight into the dome, with both sides winding and extending from the stage toward the audience, resembling cathedral pillars, as if about to tear the void apart.

That wasn't all. Letters slowly appeared on the main screen: "SOLI DEO GLORIA"—Glory to God alone.

The stained glass windows of the sanctuary instantly emitted a blood-red light, and the pupil of the "Eye of Judgment" in the center of the rose window contracted sharply, as if peering into all the sins of the world.

The English text gradually faded, and in the center of the main stage screen, an animated image of a man in a black suit appeared, holding a Bible and chanting softly. This voice seemed to come from a distant shore, carrying a hint of mystery.

The entire sanctuary seemed to awaken amidst this soft chanting, majestic, solemn, grand, and reverent.

The operatic soprano chanting in the prelude finally resounded melodiously, and the heads of two women slowly appeared on the left and right sides of the man in the suit on the main screen, carrying a hint of eeriness amidst the mystery.

Finally, the prelude faded, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the highest point of the stage.

It's coming!

At the top of the Tokyo Dome stage, a ten-meter-tall Gothic cross slowly descended, and Lin Chuyan's long-awaited Singing voice began to resound throughout the venue!

"YO, the cool morning dew dampens the black dress suit; there is fog on the cobblestone road, and the Father is whispering."

"The helpless realization can only be more cruel; everything is for the path leading to the sanctuary."

Lin Chuyan was standing on a small circular platform descending from the sky, with a huge cross cast on the back of the platform. He was expressionless at the moment, but in the eyes of his fans, he was a god descending to earth, radiating boundless light.

This is a nuclear-powered opening!

This note from Lin Chuyan was like a brilliant light, piercing through countless days and nights.

This voice had been long in the making—

It was the warm companionship for fans wearing headphones on crowded subways every morning, the slight comfort when racking their brains for writing at home, and the magical charm that instantly improved their mood after listening to a song during their lunch break at work.

"We all have sins, committing different sins. I can decide who is right, and who should fall asleep."

"Arguments cannot solve anything in the endless night. Shut your mouth, the only mercy."

Lin Chuyan's voice seemed to come from above the firmament; he was like a judge held high by a miracle. The flying buttresses on both sides of the auditorium instantly lit up with dazzling beams, weaving into an overwhelming "Net of Judgment" that covered the entire venue, making everyone feel as if they were placed within a sacred and majestic trial.

Dry ice and cold mist began to gush from the ground at the right moment, as if a heavenly path to the sanctuary was slowly opening for him.

The stained glass windows inside the pointed arch frame had completely turned blood-red, as if soaked in blood. Lin Chuyan finally jumped off the cross platform, and in an instant, the floor screen lit up with red light patterns, just like distinct "Brands of Sin."

Every step he took forward, the floor screen under his feet shattered into countless light particles, as if stepping on the fragments of repentance deep within people's hearts.

Time quietly ticked to 3 minutes and 15 seconds, and a long interlude played slowly.

The operatic soprano chanting floated out again, carrying mystery and etherealness, lingering in every inch of the Tokyo Dome.

Suddenly, five gunshots appeared in quick succession, breaking the melodious atmosphere.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Around the stage where Lin Chuyan stood, brilliant fireworks bloomed instantly from five different directions, instantly igniting the atmosphere at the scene to a boiling point.

The screams of the audience overturned the entire venue once again.

Time reached 4 minutes and 30 seconds, and another gunshot rang out abruptly.

"Bang—"

This time, there were no fireworks.

Instead, the entire stage plunged into pitch darkness in an instant, as if swallowed by a dark beast in one bite.

Just as everyone was filled with astonishment, a white spotlight descended from the sky, like a sacred beam of light, pouring down directly from the very top of the venue and hitting Lin Chuyan precisely.

Lin Chuyan's silhouette was outlined with exceptional clarity by the white light. Immediately following, a voice of repentance with a hint of sobbing sounded from his mouth, and every note seemed to be recounting the struggle and pain deep within his heart.

"Merciful Father, I have fallen into a kingdom where sins cannot be seen."

"Please forgive my arrogance, carved with a streak of loneliness."

"in the name of the father," this was the meeting gift Lin Chuyan brought to Tokyo from China.