In the endless void.
Before Chen Miemie was an enormous yellow stone. Light radiated from its surface, trailing behind it like a streak of fire. It was clearly a meteor moving at incredible speed.
At this moment, the meteor seemed to have been caught by an invisible barrier, unable to move forward.
Faced with this celestial spectacle, Chen Miemie knew what he had to do.
He would use the pen in his hand to help the meteor pass through the barrier.
“Ancient books record that Ma Liang, the Divine Brush, could turn drawings into reality. Today, I, Divine Brush Miemie, shall turn a story into reality.”
He raised the feather pen. Using the world barrier as his canvas and the shape of the meteor’s cross-section as his pattern, he began to draw the meteor’s outline.
As he moved the pen, its radiance rapidly drained away.
After only the first stroke, the feather pen lost its final glimmer.
Chen Miemie spoke softly. “Eternal Moon—light come forth—time flies like a shuttle.”
The light of the Eternal Moon ignored the world barrier and rushed through it, gathering around the feather pen as fresh “ink.”
At the edge of the dimensions, within this endless void, the light of the Eternal Moon was brilliant and pure, its power stronger than ever.
A yellow glow lit up the tip of the feather pen, and it began tracing the meteor’s outline across the barrier.
It was a tug-of-war.
The feather pen now possessed an inexhaustible supply of light, its strength replenished without end.
The sturdiness of the world barrier went without saying. Even if [Mysterious] 9 attacked it with all its might, the barrier would not tremble in the slightest.
Originally, this should have been a clash between the sharpest spear and the strongest shield, with neither able to overcome the other. If the stalemate continued, Chen Miemie would inevitably be unable to remain here much longer and would end in failure.
Unexpectedly, the feather pen had another ingenious use.
The power of [Story] had never lain in sheer force. It lay in the storyteller, the people within the story, and the listeners who heard it.
“I am Chen Miemie, the storyteller.
“I am Chen Miemie, a person within the story.
“I am the Eternal Moon, the listener of the story.
“My [Story] shall cross dimensions and give birth to a miracle.”
The feather pen was like a glass cutter, and the world barrier like an enormous pane of glass. In an infinitesimal spot, the former gently scored a tiny hole into the latter.
This hole was not a physical opening. It was a tiny passage created exclusively by [Story], one that could receive only the meteor.
What entered through it was not the meteor itself, but the “meteor within the story.”
Chen Miemie was extremely tense.
He was in a state of total concentration, his entire body trembling faintly as he poured out every ounce of his strength.
He had to gather a vast amount of Eternal Moon light and inject it into the feather pen with precision and evenness. He had to use the pen to draw the meteor’s shape on the barrier without making the slightest mistake. At the same time, he had to maintain the entire story world.
He was doing three things at once, and he dared not be careless for even an instant.
Time had lost all meaning here. No one knew how long had passed.
The feather pen’s final stroke joined with its first.
A special passage formed in the barrier.
The meteor noticed the passage ahead and immediately began forcing its way inside.
Although it appeared motionless, the meteor had actually maintained a tremendous impact force all along.
Chen Miemie had already done everything in his power, striving to trace the meteor’s exact shape. But there were inevitably slight discrepancies in certain details.
At one corner of the meteor’s lower-left side, the passage was just a little too narrow. Under the enormous force pushing from behind and the powerful resistance ahead, the meteor could no longer bear the strain. Cracks appeared across the lower-left quarter of its body.
At the same time, cracks appeared in the feather pen.
Although the pen had been empowered and protected by the light of the Eternal Moon, it had long since released power far beyond what it could withstand in its struggle against the barrier. From that point on, it could collapse at any second.
The feather pen began to shed its feathers.
One-third of the meteor had entered.
“Come on, my precious feather pen. Hold on.” Chen Miemie prayed inwardly.
The pen lost every feather, leaving only its shaft.
Two-thirds of the meteor had entered.
“Come on, meteor! A little faster! Give it more thrust from behind, light!”
The bare shaft began turning to ash from the bottom upward.
Chen Miemie stared fixedly at the tiny opening in the barrier.
At the final moment, the meteor passed completely through the world barrier!
The shaft was reduced entirely to dust, scattering into nothingness.
Chen Miemie did not hesitate for even a moment. He reached out and grabbed the meteor.
The instant he touched it, the entire story world froze. Gray-white color spread everywhere. Without the pen, the story truly came to an end.
The writer of the story, Chen Miemie, vanished.
Fairy Tale Road No. 19.
Chen Miemie, who had been slumped over the table, shuddered as if awakening from a dream.
The anomalies around him saw that he had returned and erupted into cheers.
Chen Miemie looked at his hands. “Did I leave [Chen Miemie] mode, exit the story world, and return to reality?”
Qinghua placed a hand on his forehead. “Miemie, how are you? Are you all right?”
Chen Miemie nodded instinctively.
Then he suddenly cried out, “Wait! Where’s my meteor?”
“You mean that huge yellow rock behind the sofa?” Loop pointed toward it.
Chen Miemie turned around, and a radiant smile spread across his face.
Behind the sofa lay an enormous yellow meteor, taller than a person. Its weight had crushed the floor more than ten centimeters downward.
Chen Miemie walked over to it, his eyes shining. He ran his hands all over it, praising it nonstop. “What a treasure. What an incredible treasure.”
Then he turned his head and noticed that all the anomalies were standing far away from the meteor.
“What’s wrong with all of you?”
Pure Water answered on their behalf.
“According to the scholars at the Academy, this meteor emits extremely powerful radiation. The intensity is the highest I’ve ever encountered. Fortunately, the radiation is condensed rather than actively released. Although the meteor feels strangely familiar, we don’t dare get too close.”
Chen Miemie looked at the anomalies, then at the hand he had been resting on the meteor for quite some time.
“Look, nothing’s happened to me. This is a meteor from the Eternal Moon. As its blessed followers, you should be fine too. Who wants to give it a try?”
Loop was the designated tester. She cautiously approached and reached out toward the meteor.
“Huh? It really is fine. The powerful energy inside isn’t attacking me. And—and it actually feels kind of nice to touch.” Loop was delighted.
That was all it took. Everyone rushed forward and began pressing themselves against the meteor, one after another, like stickers trying their hardest to “snuggle” against it.
When Black Hole was not floating, it was rather short. It voiced a question. “Chen Miemie, why is a large chunk missing from the meteor’s lower-left corner? The crack is very fresh. Did it break off?”
Only after his excitement had faded did Chen Miemie look toward the lower-left corner.
He thought for a moment. “When I forced it in here, the meteor was squeezed too hard. It must have broken off a small section. Judging by the fact that it was already gone when I touched the meteor, that piece must have completely separated.”
Having experienced the benefits of snuggling against the meteor, the anomalies naturally refused to let the matter go.
“Where did that piece go?”
Chen Miemie wanted to know too. After all, this was his property.
“Origami, release [Sleeper’s Embrace]. I’m going to sleep again and investigate where my little meteor went.”
Origami hurriedly took out the mattress.
Chen Miemie lay down on [Sleeper’s Embrace] and instantly returned to the body of the Eternal Moon.
Before long, Chen Miemie awoke on the mattress.
His expression was complicated, and the smile he’d worn after scoring the meteorite had vanished.
Under the strange gazes of everyone present, he slowly spoke.
“That part of the meteorite turned into a shooting star. After an arduous journey of 3,643 years through the void, it finally fell outside the city of Sixiang, where it was obtained by Trial.”
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