Kisaragi's Long-Strange Collection Notes

It's insane, the whole world has gone mad.

Sixiang City is no exception.

In the dead of night, having just passed through a "day without tomorrow," and unable to wait for the sun to rise, the city's important figures rushed to the church.

Each of the 100 cities operates independently, with varying power structures.

Sixiang City is a human-dominated city. There is no city lord, and the highest authority is a three-person council.

The three highest authorities are the school's dean, the highest-ranking official in the administrative body, and the president of the association.

At this moment, these three supreme authorities gathered in the church.

President An of the Association was the last to arrive, and the three people inside nodded slightly to him.

Now that everyone's here, let's get straight to the point.

"Father Well, is there any divine message?"

The church is a colossal entity that transcends cities and races, but the level of zeal for faith varies from city to city.

In Sixiang City, the church is not popular and its power and influence are not significant.

Father Jing was a thin, wiry middle-aged man.

He wore a well-fitting, onesie priest's robe with a moon embroidered on the chest, and had a kind face.

At this moment, his teeth were trembling slightly, and his hands inside his sleeves were clenching into fists from time to time.

It was obvious that he was extremely excited.

"Three Venerable Ones, it is Hengyue who will usher in this new era."

"Hengyue!" Three low, startled exclamations erupted uncontrollably within the church.

The fact that three high-ranking, shrewd individuals could simultaneously lose their composure shows that this incident was truly beyond expectation.

The school principal was an old man with a long white beard. His surname was Deng, and for a long time, people simply called him by his code name, "[Principal]".

Which new race is it?

Father Well remained silent.

The president of the association, Mr. An, was a bit more impatient: "Father, just say it already!"

"The oracle reveals that the new race is..."

"It's... the Mist Monster Clan."

silence.

The four people present remained silent for a full ten minutes.

The highest-ranking official in the government administration is surnamed Sun, codenamed "[Chief]". He is a seemingly shrewd and capable young man, though he is actually a middle-aged man who has risen to the highest position.

In the somber atmosphere, he habitually reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette.

Before he could even take the cigarette out of the box, he realized he was in a church and put it away.

After a long silence, Chairman An sighed, breaking the stillness: "A bloody storm is about to break."

Commander Sun then spoke up: "This era of great strife is beyond our control. Let's strengthen our military preparedness and vigilance."

The Dean stroked his long beard: "This year's graduation exam is this week on [No Tomorrow]. Stop hiding your stuff and bring out some good stuff. Even the most valuable stuff is still just stuff; living people are the lifeblood. Every student who graduates is a valuable asset."

"Do you even need to tell me?"

"Father Jing, you should issue a notice and announce the situation this morning. This can't be hidden any longer."

"I will."

Seven o'clock in the morning.

The golden sunlight streamed into the room through the eyebrow window.

Chen Meimei woke up from the sun.

When he opened his eyes, he was greeted by a flawless, handsome face, more dazzling than the sunlight.

"Flawless" is not an adjective, but an objective description of the color of the blue-and-white porcelain.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"We weirdos don't need to sleep. I woke up at five o'clock after I fainted before. I'm waiting for you to wake up too."

Chen Meimei translated it briefly: Qinghua must be concerned about him.

"Your watch beeped twice."

Chen Meimei opened the unread messages.

Article 1.

Time: 6 o'clock sharp

Sender: Church (sent to all residents in the city)

Content: By the divine decree of the Moon God, from this day forward, we enter a new Eighth Era. The newest members of this era's world are—the Mystic Race of the Mist.

Article .

Time: 6:08 PM

Sender: Young Girl's Teacher

Content: Meet me at the Other Shore Cafe at 14 PM. If you're late, report to the infirmary after class tomorrow.

Chen Meimei called out "Xiao Hong" twice in her mind, but as expected, there was no reply.

"Blue and white porcelain, how do you feel about it?"

"It's better than ever before. My energy has been fully restored, and now I can control my power freely."

"Is this what you mean by free control?" Chen Meimei pointed to the bed beneath her that had turned into porcelain.

"The porcelain bed is so comfortable."

Okay, this isn't a loss of control of power, but rather Qinghua's kind sharing. Chen Meimei nodded and accepted the kindness.

He got out of bed.

"Hey, isn't this a bit much? How come my slippers are made of porcelain too?"

Qinghua raised her head slightly: "Porcelain shoes, comfortable."

"Can you turn them back?"

"It wasn't possible before, and it's still not possible now."

A grid appeared on Chen Meimei's head: "They're both 'no,' why are you saying them separately?"

"Newly vitrified porcelain can; porcelain that has been vitrified for a long time cannot."

"How long is 'a long time'?"

"About 15 minutes."

Chen Meimei understood. If Qinghua used her ability to porcelainize something, there was still a chance to save it within 15 minutes, but after that time it would be irreversible.

"Qinghua, you're not allowed to porcelain anything just because you feel like it outside, especially living things, understand?"

"oh."

Do you need something to eat?

Qinghua shook his head.

Chen Meimei was secretly delighted. Not eating or sleeping, this weirdo was actually easy to take care of.

In a good mood, Chen Meimei asked a question that he would regret for the rest of his life:

"Do you have anything you like? Following your brother Meimei, you won't be treated badly."

Qinghua's eyes lit up immediately: "Yes, I like porcelain."

"Hmm? Can't you make porcelain yourself?"

"The ones I make myself are all new porcelain. I need ones that have been around for a long time, the older the better, so that they can enhance my power after I absorb them."

Chen Meimei: ......

He just wants to slap himself twice right now.

This [Porcelain Lady] doesn't need to eat or drink ordinary food; she wants to eat antiques!

As is well known, antiques have a significant attribute—they are expensive.

"Well, there'll be another chance. Speaking of Qinghua, how much do you know about things in human cities? Like this church, have you heard of it?" Chen Meimei changed the subject very awkwardly.

The blue-and-white porcelain is a bit naive and easily fooled, its attention being completely diverted.

"I don't know much, but I know a little about church affairs."

"Come on, tell me."

"There are 100 cities in this world, and each city only cares about its own affairs and generally cannot manage other cities."

"Mmm, I know that." Chen Meimei listened while stuffing bread into her mouth.

"But the three major churches are different; they are super-large organizations that span multiple cities."

"What are the three?"

"The Church of the Sun, the Church of the Moon, and the Church of the Mist."

The Sun Church worships the two suns, the Golden Sun and the Silver Sun, while the Moon Church worships the three moons: the Constant Moon, the Rainbow Moon, and the Frost Moon. Each city has a church, and the churches of both churches are located together and shared.

"So it seems the Sun and Moon religions are quite harmonious?" Chen Meimei took another sip of milk.

"In my memory, yes."

"In my message, the church said it was 'the oracle of the Moon God,' meaning the church knows there are deities on the moon?"

"No, God is a personified honorific title. The two suns and the three moons are the rules of the world, which have been impartial and selfless for tens of thousands of years. How could they possibly have individual consciousness?"

Chen Meimei remained silent, it seemed that he needed to keep his ability to manage Hengyue's household a secret.

"What about the Church of the Mist?"

"The Church of the Mist doesn't have a church; you generally can't find them."

"Huh? Why?"

"Humans call them cults and want to kill them whenever they encounter them."

"So, are they really a cult?"

"I don't think so. When I was in the fog, they took the initiative to come to me and traded a lot of fun things with me. I think they are good people."

Chen Meimei chuckled twice.

This is clearly a cult. What kind of good people would make deals with weirdos? They sound like the kind of ruthless killers who are cruel to others and cruel to themselves.

Hmm, now that I think about it, doesn't that make me a bad person too?

No, no, that's not right.

Chen Meimei quickly shook her head: I, the Great Emperor Meimei, am the one who walks on behalf of the moon, untouched by cause and effect, and possess the final right of interpretation.

To be honest, Chen Meimei prefers the Silver Sun.

This golden sun is so hot, it's hot even when I'm indoors.

"Qinghua, aren't you hot? Come closer and press your body against me, it's so comfortable to be near you with your cool touch."

"Oh, here it comes. Porcelain is fired at temperatures above 1,000 degrees Celsius, so I'm not very sensitive to everyday temperatures."

13:40 PM.

Chen Meimei arrived at the entrance of the Other Shore Cafe.

"This young teacher said the coffee shop is very close to my house. How is it close? I don't know anyone here."

Upon entering the store, the bell at the entrance rings out a clear and pleasant sound.

"Welcome!" A waiter greeted us.

Chen Meimei glanced over.

"Wow!"

The service staff who came was not a gentle young lady, but a big man who was over 2.5 meters tall, whose head was not far from the ceiling.

The burly man was shirtless, his muscular physique displaying powerful lines as he moved.

Chen Meimei: No wonder it's called the Other Shore Cafe. If you try to dine and dash here, you'll really get punched to the other side.

"Chen Meimei, over here."

The young teacher had already arrived at the window seat.