Shirou's clones number 30 million

Stepping out of the Yorozuya, Shirou Hakuzawa headed straight for the portal connecting to the Kingdom of Britain.

If we're talking about fighting, that side is more suitable.

Find a town, put on a few magic shows, and once you've accumulated enough faith power within you, go fight monsters in the forest.

Of course, it's just a few performances, so the power of faith won't be much; at most, it'll be gone after two fireballs.

However, if it's just for experimentation, this is sufficient.

Thinking about this, the portal to another dimension is already within reach.

However, just as they turned the corner, a strange-looking creature was knocked away and nearly hit Shiro.

Although I couldn't recognize who he was, he was clearly one of those monsters from earlier.

"What are you doing?"

"I wanted to perform magic on the other side of the road and then go to the forest to fight monsters, but I didn't expect that I couldn't even get through the door."

"Damn it! It's exactly what I thought."

To get to the other side, although there are no complicated procedures, you still need to take off your mask and register your personal information.

However, beneath his mask lay a flat surface; he had no face at all.

"I should have just created a normal face."

"What's the point then? It's a rare opportunity to customize someone's character's appearance, so naturally I'll make it as handsome as possible."

"Do you really think you look handsome right now?"

Shirou Shiro was speechless. What kind of aesthetic sense did he have? How could he have sculpted them all into such bizarre shapes?

Could it be that deep down, he also harbors a dream of becoming a giant monster and beating up Ultraman Tiga again?

"Stop talking! The royal guards are coming after us! Run!"

Two guards, armed with weapons, are running towards the portal.

"Hey you over there, take off your mask and register here!"

Seeing this, Shirou Hakusawa could only follow behind his other self and flee at top speed.

"These guys are really daring to chase us. Aren't they afraid of using this as a diversionary tactic? Tell Strategist Shirou to withdraw them."

At that moment, Shiro suddenly discovered that a trace of faith power transformed from a magic technique had appeared within his body.

It's not just the fears of others that have generated power; even simply paying attention can be powerful.

Based on the current situation, the attention of about one hundred people can be transformed into a trace of faith.

When he ran to another street, Shiro Shiro found hundreds of students and tourists gathered at the foot of a tall tower.

At the top of the tower, a humanoid creature completely shrouded in a black cloak was striking some strange poses.

Several students in school uniforms were climbing the tower with weapons on their backs, seemingly intending to capture him.

Clearly, that was yet another version of myself.

"What are they planning to do?"

The next moment, the cloaked man took out a microphone and began to sing loudly.

Almost at the same time, music started playing and echoed in the air.

"Who played the music? I didn't see any speakers."

"This song is quite nice. Who is this person? Could they be a pop star from some other world?"

"I thought he was going to do something else, but it turns out he was just singing. But why sing here?"

Shirou Kitahara!

The moment the song started, Shirou Shiro realized what was happening.

He used to sing terribly, but with the help of several Shirous, and finally with Apollo joining him, the god of art single-handedly raised his standards.

Now, his singing is naturally far inferior to Apollo, the god of art, and also inferior to the other Shirou, but it can still be considered pleasant to listen to.

As for him, due to his rich performance experience, he has a very steady grasp of breath and pitch, and his mentality is also very good, which makes his stage performance even better than when he sings in private.

The sudden music was likely the effect of his burning faith.

This guy is really extravagant!

As the song drew to a close, the students who had been climbing the tower were nearing the top.

Just as one of them was about to grab him, Kitahara Shirou suddenly took off and flew higher and higher, leaving the students dumbfounded and helpless.

After all, flying within the Academy City is a privilege reserved for only a very small number of students.

"I see."

Shiro gradually realized that Kitahara definitely wanted to satisfy his desire to perform first and take the opportunity to collect faith power.

After singing for a while, he suddenly took off his cloak, revealing his monster body, which startled the audience below.

This way, they can reap another harvest.

“Normal faith power shouldn’t be able to absorb emotions like fear and joy. It seems that Apollo and his team have developed a versatile ability.”

While he was pondering, someone suddenly patted Shirou Shiro on the shoulder.

Turning her head, she saw a girl wearing the Seidakan school uniform and a disciplinary committee armband on her arm, looking at her with curiosity.

"Could you...take off your mask and let me see? I suspect you're a member of the Joker organization."

What the hell is the Joker Organization?

"They're those people who disguise themselves as monsters and cause trouble everywhere. We call them 'clowns,' and you exude the exact same aura as them."

It turned out to be the case.

I wonder what kind of aura it is?

Upon realizing that the girl had reached out to remove his mask, Shirou immediately bent down, avoided her hand, and turned to run away.

"So you really are one of the Jokers! Stop right there!"

What a blunder! We shouldn't have used No-Face; we should have just used our own faces, like Hashiba did.

By the way, I'm now using an oil pen to draw eyes, nose, and mouth. I wonder if that will work?

"Stop! Joker...!"

This guy is chasing me way too hard!

But with his weak, nerdy body, he really couldn't shake her off.

Should I take off my mask and scare her?

As he ran into the alley, a hand suddenly reached out from the wall and pulled Shiro Shiro inside.

Inside the room, Tianxiang Youli let go of his hand and asked curiously:

"Shirou, what are you doing?"

"You can recognize this?"

"The posture and back view are exactly the same, so of course we can recognize each other."

Is this what a fool's intuition is like?

Knowing he'd get beaten up if he said it aloud, Shirou Shirou only muttered it to himself.

"Shirou, why are you wearing a mask?"

"Actually, I'm working on adjusting my body for competition..."

"So, there's no face under the mask right now?"

"That's it."

"I want to see. Take off your mask and let me see."

"You'll be scared."

The moment Shiro Shiro removed his mask, Yuri Tensho's laughter rang out.

"There's really nothing there, that's hilarious. How about I draw a face on you?"

"Then trouble you."

Chapter 647 I'm going to borrow a face, don't follow me.

Chapter 647, Section 648: I'm going to borrow a face, don't follow me.

"It's finished!"

Tianxiang Youli finished drawing, but looking at the face he had drawn, he couldn't help but laugh.

Seeing this, Shirou Shiro put his mask back on and asked:

What are you doing here?

"I am here..."

At that moment, the ground began to shake, and a series of tremors came from not far away.

Thump...! Thump......!

"what's the situation?"

Shirou Shiro was slightly taken aback and looked around.

But it looked like a dimly lit warehouse, with piles of building materials everywhere, and the only window was near the ceiling.

At this moment, he was using a cheap body worth only 80,000, which was also marked with countless seals. All his sensory abilities were suppressed to the limit, making him no different from an ordinary person.

Tensho Yuri picked up a sticker and stuck it on the wall. The next second, the sticker turned into a rectangular lens, allowing her to see the view outside the wall.

"I don't have as many amazing abilities as you, so I can only take a few more items that might be useful when I go out."

"Well done!"

The two people huddled together in front of the sticker and peered outside.