Kisaragi's Long-Strange Collection Notes

Whether or not the person can be found is not important.

The 18th floor of the South Building belongs to the Moon Church. Old Chen, who monitors Chen Meimei's movements, is from the church. The medical assistance slots that Nurse Zhao manipulated in the middle also belong to the church.

The truth has come to light: the person behind it all is in the church.

Interestingly, a day has passed since Cycle was exposed and left the church, and nothing has changed in the entire city of Sixiang. There has been no big news about the emergence of a new race in the Mist.

Frost moon night.

At 20 PM, the routine gathering of [Silver Moon Garden] takes place.

Chen Meimei was 15 minutes late today. He tiptoed to his little moon and tried not to be noticed.

"Chen Meimei, why are you acting like a thief?"

Chen Meimei looked in the direction of the voice and her heart tightened: Oh, it's Leng Ruxue. This guy must be getting revenge for me telling him lame jokes at the market last night.

"I just slept too soundly this afternoon and woke up late. Don't worry about me, everyone continue."

"Sleeping too soundly? You didn't actually sleep on that mattress, did you?"

"Of course, it would be a waste to buy it and not use it."

The second [architect] frame laughed, and his laughter was grating.

It wasn't that he had any ill intentions, but the bone structure in his throat seemed different from others, making his speech sound like glass scraping the ground.

"Why can't I sleep on it? If I didn't have sharp bones, I would have used this mattress myself."

The original frame belonged to the previous owner of [Sleeping Embrace].

Leng Ruxue agreed with the frame's words: "Indeed, if that mattress were in your hands, it would probably be punctured into a funnel by the end of the night."

Chen Meimei had seen the fighting style of the [Architect] Frame before; it was covered in bone knives and spurs, like a pure hedgehog.

The two men's banter failed to divert President Fina's attention.

She turned her Rubik's Cube head around: "Chen Meimei, you're late."

Chen Meimei took responsibility: "Yes, how about this, I'll perform a show for everyone. To be honest, I'm also a bard, and I've composed an original poem called 'The Moon Represents My Heart,' which I'll dedicate to you all."

"There's no need for that," Leng Ruxue quickly stopped her.

"No need."

"Need not."

A huge number of people refused.

Chen Meimei's talent was stifled, which hurt her a bit.

They didn't even sing, so why did they all refuse?

Why refuse?

The reason is simple: the members of the society are all aloof and arrogant. If Chen Meimei starts the performance, it will eventually be their turn. Nobody wants to be killed in the process during a gathering.

Fina made the final decision, announcing a small punishment: "Chen Meimei, next week you'll be patrolling the streets, starting with the first person in your group."

Cassan was secretly laughing to herself, thinking that she was the only dancer in the club who wasn't afraid to perform in public. But she never expected that she would be caught in the crossfire the next moment, as she and Chen Meimei would be paired up temporarily next week.

The Silvermoon Garden holds meetings only twice a week on Frosty Moon Nights, a frequency that is relatively low compared to other guilds.

For groups like [Nan Jun Association], they require members to exercise together every night, except for [No Tomorrow], and members can only take one day off per week (six days a week).

Liu Bo's [Return Journey Society] is even more outrageous; they believe in the sun and hold six morning meetings every week!

In the Silver Moon Garden, few people like to waste time, so meetings are usually brief if there's nothing to talk about, avoiding unnecessary lengthy sessions.

Tonight, Fina mainly introduced some information about the mysterious people who have recently come to Sixiang City. She said that if they encounter them next week, they might have to take action, so intelligence work must be done in advance.

"Okay, the information we have so far concerns the 20 people I just mentioned. Please make sure you all stay home tomorrow [no tomorrow] and memorize their information."

Memorizing was the part that Chen Meimei dreaded the most. He held the paper materials he had been given, information on these 20 people, one page for each person, which stacked up to almost make a book.

It happened during a meeting at the Silver Moon Court.

While on long-term sick leave, Fuxiao flew alone to the roof of her own building.

With her unseen eyes, she gazed at the frosty moon in the sky, feeling the chill in the air, and remained motionless for a long time.

After a long while, she let out a long sigh.

"No matter how bright and beautiful it is, it has no meaning if you can't see it. We've only known each other for a short time, yet I've chosen to believe it. It's unbelievable."

Not long after, Cassan returned, but not finding Dawn inside, she skillfully climbed up to the roof.

The sound of Cassan moving carried on the wind to dawn's ears.

"You're back. What important things were discussed at today's rally?"

"I've shared information about a group of powerful individuals with the Alliance of Societies. I'll read them to you one by one tomorrow."

"Well, there are still more than two hours until [No Tomorrow]. Let's go home. The ritual materials are ready, and it's time for you to start your breakthrough."

"Yes, let's go home."

Cassan helped Dawn home. It was easy for Dawn to pose for photos on her own, but it was a bit difficult for her to get home by herself.

After returning home, Cassan took a shower and changed her clothes.

Her entire bedroom was cleaned out.

The bed, table, chairs, and all other furniture and household items were all removed, leaving nothing behind.

Once the door is closed, the room is completely empty except for the ritual materials.

He stood guard outside the door at dawn.

Cassan was alone in the house.

[Critical Point Dancer] begins with the ritual to advance from [Mystery] 4 to [Mystery] 5.

Ritual Name: Dance of the Critical Point

Cassan spread sand all over the ground, a full finger's width deep. It was a type of white gravel from a salt lake with an extremely high salt content.

She carried an oil-paper umbrella, barefoot, and walked onto the sand.

The white light of the frosty moon shone in through the window, making tiny, sparkling specks appear in the white sand.

Cassan began to dance.

Her movements went from slow to fast, then slowed down again at the fastest speed, repeating this cycle.

She tiptoed and spun barefoot on the gravel, her soles quickly becoming blistered and bleeding.

Gravel cuts the skin, and salt seeps into the wound.

I'm so tired, I'm sweating buckets.

It hurt so much, it brought tears to my eyes.

But she couldn't stop.

Slowly, as she danced, sweat, tears, blood, and salt crystals began to merge. She gradually lost the sense of boundaries between herself and the salt sand. It seemed that with each spin, her body was weathering, peeling away, and merging into the salt crystals.

Salt and sand began to spread upwards from her feet, and Cassan was losing her human form.

If this continued, she would eventually turn into a sand person or a salt person. Fortunately, the oil-paper umbrella in her hand began to exert force. With each rotation of the umbrella, a small toy would fall: candy, fruit, balloons, or dolls.

Cassan eats everything edible, ties balloons and dolls to her body, and the sweet taste and childlike joy sweep over her as she fights against the salt and sand.

The two sides are irreconcilable, locked in a tug-of-war, resulting in a stalemate.

Just as Cassan was losing too much blood, feeling dizzy and seeing double,

The critical point has been reached.

The critical point was not pain or unconsciousness, but the moment when her blood concentration became exactly the same as the salt sand beneath her feet.

Finally, in the last moment before she completely fainted.

She saw a crystal tear fall onto her toes, which had long since lost all feeling.

The pain sensation has returned.

The Dance of the Critical Point is complete.

[Critical Point Dancer] Cassan, Achievement [Mystery] 5.