Kisaragi's Long-Strange Collection Notes

Chen Meimei returned to her building with the painting tide had given her. As soon as she entered the unit, she felt a little worried.

This painting is taller than a person and quite heavy. How did they manage to carry it up to the 18th floor?

Chen Meimei was very cunning; he found the sedan chair.

"Could I borrow your sedan chair and your two sedan chair bearers to lend me a hand?"

"The sedan bearers cannot leave me by more than 10 meters," the sedan chair driver politely declined.

Standing at the entrance of the stairs on the first floor, Chen Meimei thought for a moment and decided not to call it Qinghua and Huanlun. This kind of physical work had to be done by him, the head of the family.

Unfortunately, his "mystery" has nothing to do with his physique; in terms of strength, he is just an ordinary person.

He had to rest twice after only reaching the fourth floor.

"Oh my god, is there anyone kind enough to help me?" Chen Meimei muttered to herself.

Yes, I can help you.

"Hey, Xiao Hong, tell me quickly, how are you going to help me?"

Check your panel.

【Chen Meimei (Xiao Hong's Blessed Version) [Mystery Level]: 2.2 [Immortality]: 9, Abilities: Moonlight, Self-Healing, Berserk, Corrosive Infection, Witch's Luck】

"Nothing's changed, what's wrong?"

You can try the [Berserk] skill.

Chen Meimei then realized that the [Berserk] and [Corrosion Infection] skills that he had been selectively ignoring were actually usable.

Activating the skills you already possess is not a difficult task.

Under Chen Meimei's deliberate control, his eyes began to turn red, and his little tiger teeth became longer and sharper.

His body, which had been that of an ordinary young man, suddenly swelled up, with muscles appearing all over his body, causing his clothes to tear.

The picture frame that felt so heavy just now feels like the weight of a pillow when I lift it.

"Is this Berserk? Xiao Hong, besides increased strength, what other changes have occurred?"

[Comprehensive enhancement of speed, physique, reaction time, and resistance to abnormalities.]

"What about the side effects? Will I lose control, or experience a drop in IQ, or something like that?"

[Originally, there were side effects, but this is a special version made by Xiaohong, and since you are the user, the side effects you mentioned have disappeared. However, it will still amplify your negative emotions.]

"Xiao Hong, you're amazing! Someone as positive and optimistic as me doesn't have any negative emotions."

Chen Meimei's back no longer ached, her legs felt stronger, and her breathing was no longer rapid. Carrying the painting, she took three steps at a time and climbed up to the 18th floor in one breath.

Back home, he was still buzzing with excitement from the powerful, masculine experience.

"Qinghua, wasn't I fierce just now?"

"Hmm, that's pretty impressive."

About five minutes later, Chen Meimei emerged from her berserk state.

"Ouch, my hand, my leg, ouch." Chen Mengnan regressed into Chen Meimei.

I repeatedly went up to him, pressed him onto the sofa, and gave him a muscle-relaxing massage.

"Xiao Hong, come out here! Didn't you say there were no other side effects? I feel like I'm dying!"

This is a normal phenomenon of lactic acid secretion after high-intensity muscle use. Your body is actually getting stronger, and it's not a side effect.

"Thank you."

Qinghua was examining the room.

"Meow, where do you think we should hang this painting?"

"I don't really appreciate this kind of art, so I'll hang it in that empty room."

"I must say, this is truly a magical treasure; it even possesses spatial [mystery]."

"So what exactly is this? Functionally, it far surpasses any magical item, but considering it has no side effects, it doesn't seem like a mysterious object."

"I suspect it might still be a mysterious item. tide told you that the other side of the door leads directly to the [Faded Gallery], so this is very likely part of a mysterious item in the [Faded Gallery]. Therefore, there should be a cost to using it, but you won't have to bear it."

"Maybe," Chen Meimei said casually, his mind not actually on the painting at all.

"I'm going to take a short nap." Chen Meimei closed her eyes and enjoyed the cyclical massage.

His mind, however, turned to Xiao Hong.

"Xiao Hong, I have a question for you. What is that [Blessing] during the breakthrough from [Mysterious] 5 to 6?"

[A blessing is a blessing.]

"Stop joking. Did you give the blessing voluntarily, or did it require meeting certain conditions?"

[[Mysterious] We'll receive a message when someone breaks through to level 6 or higher, and then we'll check it out, depending on our mood.]

"You're still in the mood? I feel like you're happy every day."

Of course I'm happy to talk to you! We're all all alone up in heaven, with no one to talk to.

"Hehe, I feel happy talking to you too. Oops, I'm getting off-topic. If you receive the message and read it, you'll receive a [blessing]?"

Of course not, I still need to find him agreeable.

Is the standard for "pleasing to the eye" whether he believes in you?

[Faith? Hmm, we don't need that kind of thing, but if he keeps saying good things about me, it'll naturally have a slight influence.]

"When you bless others, does it deplete or cause you any loss?"

[Consumption? Loss? What are those?]

"It seems there's absolutely no drain on the moon's size. By the way, can I bestow blessings upon people?"

[You can definitely do it when you're in heaven, but I'm not sure about you on earth. I only know that [blessing] needs to be sent from your true form. You can try it when you're on a whim.]

"Xiao Hong, if I need your help, could you [bless] someone?"

It's possible, but success isn't guaranteed.

"Huh, why?"

[My blessings are based on my true feelings. Even if I'm willing to help you, if I don't like the person who has achieved a breakthrough, forcing a blessing would become a curse, backfiring.]

"Okay, I get it. Looks like if I want to [bless] someone, I'll have to do it myself."

【right.】

Chen Meimei opened her eyes and sat up from the sofa.

If he could, he would be happy to help his teacher, Dawn.

Although Fuxiao had only been his teacher for a short time and always appeared very strict whenever they met, he was actually very responsible towards his student.

He knows whether others treat him well or not.

However, he couldn't reveal himself; this matter needed to be planned out gradually.

"Huh, where's Bobo today?" Chen Meimei was getting ready for bed when she realized that a roast chicken was missing from the house.

Around this time every day, Bobo would come over and ask him if he wanted some late-night snacks.

"BoBo is in the shop downstairs. The pineapple roasted chicken shop across the street is opening tomorrow, and it's preparing for its grand opening promotion."

What preparations are needed?

"It is now the store's brand ambassador. The downstairs neighbor even took it to have a photoshoot and used it as the logo on the store's signboard, making it also the assistant store manager."

"And... the assistant store manager, there are only those two in the store, right?"

"Three of them, and we also hired a young lady to take orders and handle the cashier duties, since we don't have watches and can't keep track of time."

"Hmm, that's fine, but be careful. The girl isn't stupid; she'll notice something's wrong eventually. Since you're here to help, don't hurt her."

Chen Meimei didn't want that young girl to work so hard only to end up being silenced in a cycle of murder.

If he doesn't give a heads-up, Huanxun and Bobo are really capable of doing that kind of thing.

Huanlu nodded and then reported on the situation at home. Currently, Qinghua is closely following Chen Meimei, while Huanlu is responsible for overseeing things at home.

"We've discovered something about Road Rage. The [Southern Society] members nearby have been very active today, seemingly preparing for some kind of operation."

"[Nanjun Society]? Forget it, let's wait and see for now. That society doesn't seem to have anything to do with me, so I won't provoke them."

"One last thing, the Joker went home early today."

"Oh, doesn't he usually not come home until late at night?"

"Yes, today is not a normal day. When he came back, he had lost an arm."