Kisaragi's Long-Strange Collection Notes

After changing his shoes, the clown walked into the living room.

He smelled a very strong fragrance.

Unlike Chen Meimei, who went home after a hearty meal, he hadn't had dinner yet.

The aroma was so tempting that his eyes involuntarily drifted to a large plate of roasted chicken on the table.

"Something's not right, something's definitely not right." The clown immediately became alert.

Who is the clown? He may be crazy, but his willpower and strength are among the best in the city. No matter how hungry he is or how fragrant the aroma is, it should not affect his behavior.

Chen Meimei also noticed the pineapple roasted chicken on the table and asked Qinghua, "Isn't the pineapple in the pot? Where did this new porcelain plate come from?"

"It kept asking for a new home all afternoon, so I took some materials from my vase and made it one."

Upon hearing this, Chen Meimei looked at the vase and indeed it had become a little shorter.

"I've been busy with all sorts of things this week, but I'll take you guys on a big shopping trip next week."

Qinghua remained silent.

The roast chicken on the table jumped up: "Yay! Chen Meimei, you kept your word! I want a barbecue grill!"

The clown jumped up too.

Another weirdo?

If I know too much, will I even be able to go out today?

People say I, the clown, am crazy and act without considering the consequences. Who would have thought that my neighbor keeps a strange creature at home? After finding out, I, the clown, am afraid to live here.

Red text appeared in front of Chen Meimei's eyes.

[A roast chicken? Chen Meimei, I think you're really hungry. What's the use of this roast chicken?]

"I've tried it, pineapple is delicious."

Xiao Hong was just causing trouble out of boredom. Being an active person, she liked to occasionally make her presence known. In fact, she didn't really care what kind of weird things Chen Meimei collected.

The clown felt extremely uncomfortable at Chen Meimei's house, not wanting to stay even a second longer.

"Is there anything you need to tell me?" the clown asked.

"No, we just hang out and chat. By the way, why do you always ask me to play games as soon as you see me?"

"I guessed you were my neighbor. I like to keep my distance from people, and I was just trying to scare you by breaking a small section of your toe to make you afraid of me and stay away from me in the future. I just didn't expect you to add that yourself."

"Besides you, are the other three rooms on this floor occupied?"

"Room 1801 is occupied by a bus driver. Room 1802 was previously rented out, but no one has been seen entering or leaving it for a long time, so its status is unknown. Room 1804 is empty."

"Okay, I'll come to you if I need anything in the future."

"Yes, I'm often not home, but I'll know if you knock on my door."

"Knock on the door? Where's your watch? I can text you."

"That's fine. I don't get contacted by many people, and I'm used to ignoring the messages section."

The clown didn't sit for more than a few minutes; he finished speaking and left.

He always felt that being in Chen Meimei's house was like sitting on a volcano that could erupt at any moment—very dangerous. Even though Qinghua and Bobo didn't seem aggressive.

After the clown left, he closed the door.

Chen Meimei's expression darkened.

This world is too dangerous, and he felt his own inadequacy.

Aside from Qinghua's uncontrollable passive nature, Ash and the Clown have both taken the initiative to attack him. He's not a masochist; if he were strong enough, he wouldn't play any psychological games, he would just flip the table and beat people up.

Take the game with the clown, for example.

It looks like he's manipulating the clown, but he can't win even if he wants to.

People want to get him to start playing games, and he can't refuse or leave, so he has no choice but to play.

His [immortality] only guarantees his survival; once he takes the initiative to attack, his opponent will immediately realize that his [mystery] level is very weak and his lethality is very low.

In that case, he would only become a sitting duck.

If this drags on, he won't even be able to achieve a draw, because after 6 a.m., when Xiao Hong leaves, he will lose his level 9 [Immortality].

He was able to intimidate the Joker because the Joker didn't understand the composition and limitations of his abilities.

This is also what the [dean] meant by "never let people know the specifics of your abilities."

"Xiao Hong, open my profile."

【Chen Meimei (Xiao Hong's Blessing Version) [Mystery Level]: 1.6 [Immortality]: 9, Abilities: Moonlight, Self-Healing, Berserk, Corrosive Infection, Witch's Luck, Everlasting Moon】

"1.6? How did my mystery level increase so much? Didn't I just break through to 1?"

[My guess is that it's because you used [Invitation of the Moon], and the two familiars gave you a 0.6 increase.]

"The contract is strange; can it increase my [mysticism]?"

Why not? Your retinue is also part of your [mystical] being.

"So that means as long as I keep making contracts, I can keep getting stronger?"

Theoretically, yes.

What does "theoretically" mean?

As you accumulate more contracts, the growth benefits will diminish. Currently, one contract grants a 0.3 increase, but in the future, it might take several contracts to achieve a 0.1 increase. Not only will the quantity increase, but the quality requirements will also rise, and weaker monsters will gradually become useless.

"Never mind all that, let's focus on improving the areas where we can get stronger."

A pragmatic decision.

Let's set a small goal first: pass this graduation assessment and get one more.

Chen Meimei didn't treat the exam as a calamity; instead, she used it as a good source of goods.

After chatting with Xiao Hong, Chen Meimei turned to the two strange creatures in her home.

"I want to take you out. Is there any way for us to make ourselves look less unusual?"

Blue and white porcelain: "I can compress myself and hang on you as a porcelain pendant."

Bobo: "I can shrink to half my original size at most. I can also pack the pineapple and chicken separately, and then squeeze them into your backpack."

"Very good. When there is no tomorrow, you will set off with me and lend me a hand."

Before going to sleep, Chen Meimei went to her desk.

Mark the next essential tasks on a piece of white paper to avoid forgetting them.

I have nothing to do tomorrow and the day after, so I can go out and explore, and continue to get to know the world.

The day after tomorrow is the fifth day of this week. There's a night market at 20 PM, and my daughter's teacher said we can't miss it and we definitely have to go check it out.

The sixth day is also fine. If you buy something at the night market, you can use this day to familiarize yourself with it.

The seventh day, [no tomorrow], a whole day of graduation exams.

Chen Meimei felt a little strange.

He felt that he had been incredibly busy and overwhelmed every day since he transmigrated.

Why is it that once I make a plan on paper, all I do is say "nothing's happening" all the time?

Is it possible that in this world, all sorts of unexpected events will suddenly occur?

Thinking about it that way...

It's unlikely that things will be "okay" tomorrow or the day after.

The next morning.

Chen Meimei slept in a little late, which was rare for her.

I didn't get up until after nine o'clock.

He didn't want to eat roast chicken in the morning, so he went downstairs to find something to eat.

Pineapple was rejected because it was greasy, and Chen Meimei didn't eat it. It even sulked and muttered on the table, "The roast chicken is greasy, what does that have to do with pineapple?"

When I got to the bottom of the stairs on the second floor, I actually ran into someone.

A family of three, one of whom was someone he had met before.

"Oh, isn't this the young man I met at the fruit shop the other day? You live in this building too?" Mrs. Jin said, taking the initiative to speak.

"Yes, I live on the 18th floor."

Mrs. Jin immediately smiled smugly: "Living so high up, climbing the stairs every day must be quite good exercise, unlike our family, who lives on the second floor, where we rarely get any exercise."

When she speaks, her tone fluctuates significantly, her voice is slightly exaggerated, and her face is animated, accompanied by smug expressions.

Chen Meimei admired this Mrs. Jin a little.

To grab someone you've only met once and then forcefully flaunt your superiority is something only a truly ordinary person would do.

This Mrs. Jin is quite extraordinary.