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Every time the Eternal Moon Night came, after Chen Miemie transformed into Huangyi, he felt nothing about the power.

The anomalies at home were completely different, though.

No one disliked getting stronger. On Eternal Moon Night, Chen Miemie didn't really need their protection and often acted alone, leaving them with nothing to do.

When idle, what the anomalies loved most was fiddling with their own yellow panels, repeatedly checking the growth of their power through straightforward data.

Especially the skill everyone had, called "Eternal Moon Attendant," which was the anomalies' favorite.

Eternal Moon Attendant allowed them, under the light of the Eternal Moon, to steadily increase their [Mystery] by 0.3 and [Immortality] by 0.5.

The terrifying aspect of this skill was that the numerical boost counted as an "ascension," breaking through the high-level restrictions of [Mystery] and forcibly elevating them, letting them temporarily wield power from the next rank.

Whether it was [Mystery] or [Immortality], high ranks were separated by chasms, with each tier representing a double upgrade in both quality and quantity.

Even if it was only temporary during Eternal Moon Night, after sensing the actual power and realm of the next stage, they had a clear direction for improvement the rest of the time. The benefits spoke for themselves.

For example, Bobo's panel had become:

【Bobo / Barbecue Chicken: [Mystery] 5.7, [Immortality] 7.4, Abilities: Strange Scent, Clone, Recovery, Turning into Roast Chicken, Eternal Moon Attendant】

The data boost from Eternal Moon Attendant wasn't directly shown on the panel; they had to do the simple addition themselves.

When Bobo first became an attendant, it had [Mystery] 5.0 and [Immortality] 7.2. In about three months, the improvement was huge.

Besides Bobo, all the anomalies had made significant progress.

Everyone liked clinging to Chen Miemie, not just to protect him—it seemed the closer they were to him, the faster their strength increased.

The earliest ones, like Qinghua, Bobo, and Loop, had boosted [Mystery] by the starting benchmark of 0.5.

Later arrivals improved progressively less.

There was one exception: Pure Water. It hadn't joined the earliest, but it ranked first in progress, and by a landslide.

Pure Water had been spending long periods inside Chen Miemie's body as his blood, making it almost negatively distanced from him.

It had silently broken into the seventh rank. If it were released now, it would cause massive trouble.

Given its nature of hunting the strong, countless high-rankers would suffer.

With attention, Chen Miemie could see the whole room full of yellow subtitles.

The anomalies' panels were copies of his own, and his own panel had been casually designed by Xiao Hong.

The data was fairly intuitive, but the abilities were rough, only showing the top-three main abilities. Things like Xiao Hong's ability to summon little spiders, Qinghua's tricolor glaze light, or Bobo's ability to conjure roast eggs were not displayed.

Chen Miemie thought that was fine.

For instance, his [Mystery] ability was simply named "Moonlight," but he could use it flexibly, manifesting skills such as Moonlight Threads, Fleeting Glimmers, Forging Large Wings, and Blinding Strong Light—things that were inherently hard to summarize clearly.

With all subtitles displayed, his vision became cluttered. After glancing at them briefly, he hid them again.

After a bit of commotion, Chen Miemie started to think. No matter the process, the request from Chenpi had already been established. Since it wasn't rejected, he had to try to resolve it.

He took out the blood that [Chenpi] had given him.

“Huh?” Chen Miemie almost thought the test tube had been swapped. “This is [Chenpi]’s blood?”

His startled voice drew everyone’s attention.

The originally bright red blood had, in just a few hours, turned into a dark green liquid.

Who has blood that’s dark green?

“Pure Water, take a look. Is this the blood you tested earlier?”

Pure Water began analyzing the composition again.

“This is the same blood sample as before.”

“Then can you find out why it changed color?”

“The composition hasn’t changed. Based on my speculation, it’s most likely related to that [Nutrient-Free Meal] from back then.”

“How so?”

“Years of consuming junk food could cause the blood to be stained by artificial additives. An ordinary person would probably be dead by now, but [Chenpi] has a special constitution that resists the damage.”

“If she can resist the damage, why is she still stained?”

“There are two possibilities. One is that the staining isn’t recognized by her body as damage, so no rejection treatment is triggered. The other possibility is that her power is diminishing, preventing her from continuing to withstand the erosion of toxins accumulated over thousands of years.”

Chen Miemie couldn’t understand the technical analysis. As a shop owner, he only needed to delegate tasks.

“Let me arrange the workflow.

Jinguo, take these research files and look over previous scholars’ findings. Pure Water, you study the blood and see if you can find any issues.

Collaborate with each other and report back to me once you have a breakthrough.”

After assigning the work, Boss Chen Miemie clocked out and went to bed, snoring loudly.

Nine o’clock sharp in the morning.

Fairytale Street was bustling.

Old Man Yu, Qiu Tian, Uncle Liu from the Candle Shop, and many other shop owners had gathered, a rare sight. They clustered in groups of twos and threes, chatting.

Chen Miemie had gone to bed early yesterday and woke up early today, just in time to see the scene.

Seeing a crowd gathered on the street, he loved being nosy, so he rushed over.

“Morning, Old Man Yu. Having a gathering?”

“Chen Miemie, perfect timing. Come here, let me introduce you, everyone—this is Old Song’s successor, and now a part of our street.”

And just like that, Chen Miemie officially joined the big group chat of “Fairytale Road Shop Family.”

After making his rounds to greet everyone, Old Man Yu finally explained the situation.

“In a few days, it’ll be the Quadrennial Illustrated Record Gala.

For us shop owners, the Illustrated Record Gala is the most important festival of the Sealed Library. Every session, we select the rarest treasures from the past four years, compile their images and information, bind them into a book, and release a formal illustrated registry.”

Chen Miemie translated in his head: “So that means there’ll be lots of treasures. Sounds good.”

“Don’t get too excited. Each street submits one treasure for the selection. That’s why everyone was just now discussing which shop’s treasure to put forward.”

“What? Nobody has anything good?”

“No, it’s that too many good things exist, and everyone insists their own is the best. Think about it: magical tools, mystical items, unclassifiable oddities—all sorts of objects. There's no unified criterion for judging, so nobody yields to anyone.”

“Is there some benefit to being selected? Why is everyone so eager? Normally, people keep their wealth hidden, shoving treasures under their beds.”

“Of course there are benefits. First, it’s an honor, representing the most powerful, most resource-rich shop on the street.”

Next is the benefits—it could massively boost a store's reputation. If you make it into the top ten, our entire street gets a 50% tax cut for the next four years. If you hit the top three, taxes are waived completely.

The store that gets a rank not only gets a hefty cash prize, but if they want to sell a treasure, they can auction it off for free.

With both fame and fortune on the line, who wouldn't want that?

Ah, why am I telling you all this? You're probably like Old Song—barely got two pennies to rub together. Just sit back and enjoy the show.”

Old Man Yu had an expression that said, “You're too young, this has nothing to do with you.”

Chen Miemie immediately took offense. “I want to enter too.”

Old Man Yu couldn't talk him out of it, so he had to take him to the preliminary selection spot on Fairy Tale Road.

An old man sat there. He was a half-baked amateur, the owner of the pawnshop at number 8 Fairy Tale Road. He'd been volunteered by the neighbors to act as a temporary appraiser.

The reason they called him a half-baked amateur was that his pawnshop only took ordinary items. In truth, mystical objects were way out of his wheelhouse.

“Young man, what've you got that's good?”

Chen Miemie pulled out a candle of eternal light.

When the candle wasn't lit, unless you were an expert, you couldn't tell it was anything special.

The old man shook his head. “Old Man Liu's got one just like that.”

Chen Miemie put away the candle and swapped it for a book.

“The Zither,” a romance novel? We're in a City of Books here—novels are a dime a dozen. Bringing a book to the competition doesn't quite fit.”

Chen Miemie then pulled out a pair of wings.

“Hmm? These wings are nicely made. Good for photo ops.”

“I knitted these myself, stitch by stitch. These are real wings—you can fly with them on.”

Before the appraising old man could respond, Old Man Yu, who'd brought him there, flushed red and yanked Chen Miemie away. “Fly? Why don't you just fly off into the sky?”

Chen Miemie was dragged all the way back to Old Man Yu's shop.

“Let go, you old rascal, Old Man Yu—you've got quite a grip.” Chen Miemie didn't want to hurt him, so he hadn't struggled.

“I shouldn't have believed you actually had a treasure. Forget it—let me show you my family's prized possession, so you can see what real treasure looks like.”

Chen Miemie's attention shifted instantly. “You've got a treasure too?”

“Of course. Hang on.”

Old Man Yu went into the back room of the shop. After a lot of rummaging around, he hauled out a wooden box.

Chen Miemie stared eagerly as Old Man Yu reverently unlocked the box.

“Look, but don't touch. This has been passed down in my family for generations.”

Chen Miemie craned his neck, peering into the box.

Inside was a black-and-white suit folded up.

It didn't look all that impressive, and... it seemed to be made of paper.

“What's that?”

Old Man Yu introduced it smugly: “This is a burial suit, called the ‘Gangster in Suits.’”

Before Old Man Yu could finish,

Origami's excited voice rang out in Chen Miemie's ear: “Chen Miemie, get it. I want that outfit!”