Chapter 36

The First Book

Inside the staff room of Moo66, Usinomics stood quietly before the writing desk.

It was not a luxurious desk.

It was not the kind of desk that belonged in a royal office or a famous publishing house.

But it had everything Usinomics needed.

A computer.

A keyboard.

A dictionary.

A small collection of books.

A few tools scattered across the side table.

And, somehow, the quiet pressure of unfinished work.

In Moo66, even creativity could become a quest.

Among the many challenges listed in the town system, there was one that felt strangely personal.

Writer.

Usinomics stared at the screen.

The word did not look difficult.

It looked simple.

Too simple.

But behind it stood a long staircase of tasks, rewards, and expectations. Every time one step was completed, acorns were deposited like a small blessing from the town itself.

It was almost like walking along the branching paths of life.

Build a home.

Feed an animal.

Make a friend.

Play music.

Write a book.

Publish a story.

Become something.

Usinomics had already published one volume.

Only one.

And that meant the quest was far from finished.

There were still books to publish.

Still pages to fill.

Still tasks waiting silently in the background.

It felt exactly like summer homework left unfinished at the end of vacation.

The deadline was invisible.

But the pressure was real.

There were other titles waiting somewhere in the future, too.

Puzzle King.

Skater.

Snow Sculptor.

Musician.

And probably many more.

Moo66 was no longer just a gas station.

It was becoming a place where every ordinary action could become part of a larger story.

So Usinomics sat down and began.

One book after another was prepared for publication.

Quests.

The Structure.

Events.

The Car.

No Toilet.

Each title carried a different fragment of Moo66’s early history.

The first arrival.

The empty beginning.

The strange simplicity of life when almost nothing existed.

The discovery of quests.

The structure of the building.

The first events.

The arrival of the car.

And, of course, the unforgettable realization that Moo66 had no toilet.

Looking back, it almost seemed funny.

At the time, it had felt like a problem.

Now, it felt like the beginning of a legend.

Usinomics published the books one by one.

Each time the system confirmed a new publication, a small light appeared, and the message felt more meaningful than expected.

A book had been born.

Even better, each published book came with a free copy.

That alone made Usinomics smile.

There was something wonderful about holding a story after writing it.

Even in a digital town.

Even in a place where furniture appeared from menus and quests arrived through notifications.

A book still felt special.

Six volumes were gathered together, each with a colored spine and illustrated pages.

Usinomics carried them into the diner area of Moo66.

Two tables were pushed together.

A chest was added beside them.

The books were arranged carefully, one after another, until the corner transformed into something new.

A small library space.

Not grand.

Not formal.

But open.

Readable.

Alive.

Visitors could stop by, sit down, and read about the strange early days of Moo66.

The place where a gas station became a home.

The place where a missing toilet became a saga.

The place where quests slowly turned into literature.

Usinomics stepped back and looked at the display.

“That’s not bad.”

It was more than a quest.

It was evidence.

Proof that Moo66 had already lived enough life to become a story.

The writing continued late into the night.

Too late.

The kind of late that made the neck stiff and the shoulders heavy.

After each publication, Usinomics stretched both arms wide and leaned back carefully.

The spine straightened.

The shoulders loosened.

A small massage followed.

Then a little exercise.

Nothing dramatic.

Just enough to remind the body that it was still part of the journey.

Storage was cleaned.

Unneeded images were deleted.

Water was taken slowly.

Creativity required space.

The device needed space.

The body needed water.

The mind needed a walk.

So Usinomics stepped outside.

The town was quiet.

The air felt cool.

But something had changed.

Across the road, where the view had once been simple, a massive theme park now rose into the night.

Towers.

Lights.

Flowers.

Structures that looked far too expensive to be casual decoration.

Usinomics stared.

“…Rich people are amazing.”

A pause.

“That looks like it cost more than a national budget.”

The thought stayed for a while.

Then Usinomics returned to Moo66.

Inside, Shibanomics was waiting.

The black Shiba Inu bounced on two legs, wearing her rabbit hood and looking far too pleased with herself.

Her tiny dot-like eyes stared upward.

Her tail wagged with great determination.

She wanted a walk.

Of course she did.

Shibanomics was not the kind of companion who waited quietly for life to happen.

She wanted movement.

Roads.

Air.

Discovery.

So Usinomics took her out and drove toward the town bookstore.

The bookstore itself was not open in the usual way.

But the twenty-four-hour book corner was always active.

That was enough.

Usinomics approached the shelves and checked the listings.

There they were.

Two books.

The first publication and another volume.

Both listed on the American server.

Each priced at eight thousand acorns.

Usinomics stared at the number.

“If this were dollars, that would be eight thousand.”

It was an absurd thought.

But it made the achievement feel bigger.

A book from Moo66 was out in the world.

Someone could find it.

Someone could read it.

Someone might even buy it.

Shibanomics looked up from beside the display.

Rabbit hood.

Small dark eyes.

Tail wagging.

She seemed delighted simply to be outside.

Usinomics held one of the books casually in one hand.

Not too obviously.

Not like advertising.

Just enough that, if someone happened to pass by, they might notice.

Some quests were specific.

Some were strange.

Some were almost painfully detailed.

Read a book.

Have someone read a book.

Complete a small action that depended entirely on chance.

There were moments when Moo66 felt less like a peaceful town and more like a system designed by a very nervous planner.

But there was no point fighting it.

Some things had to be left to luck.

After the publishing momentum, Usinomics turned toward the next challenge.

Music.

The task was severe.

Almost cruel.

Usinomics was a beginner at piano.

And yet the system seemed to expect an album.

An album.

For a beginner.

It was the kind of quest that required not only effort, but humility.

The title was simple.

The Town Song.

A theme for the town itself.

Usinomics sat at the piano and tried the melody.

The first attempt was not elegant.

A high note was played as a low note.

Another section went wrong on the second round.

A different sound appeared where it absolutely should not have appeared.

Usinomics stopped.

“…This is tiring.”

From the diner entrance, Shamnomics entered slowly.

The Siamese cat moved with soft curiosity, as if he had come to inspect the quality of the performance.

Behind him came Shibanomics.

Still energetic.

Still observant.

Still acting as if every room in Moo66 required investigation.

Together, the two companions drifted toward the VIP room.

Usinomics watched them for a moment.

“What are you two planning?”

Neither answered.

That made the question more suspicious.

But their quiet curiosity softened the frustration.

Usinomics returned to the piano.

This time, more slowly.

More calmly.

No need to become perfect immediately.

No need to rush.

A simple melody was still a melody.

A beginner’s song could still belong to a growing town.

The recording device was prepared.

The record system opened.

The title was entered.

The Town Song.

Recording Date:

Starshine Year 120, June 17.

Message:

A simple melody for a peaceful town.

Album description:

A piano melody inspired by the growing town of Moo66, where every day begins with new adventures, warm friendships, and endless possibilities.

It was not a grand album.

It was not a masterpiece.

It was a small sound created by a small beginning.

A one-handed piano melody.

Simple.

Honest.

Peaceful.

Usinomics published it.

One tap.

That was all it took.

The system accepted the record instantly.

The future had many strange conveniences.

A song could be created, named, described, published, and displayed almost immediately.

A free copy of the recorded album was received at once.

The record could be played on a gramophone.

It could also become an interior item, displayed on the wall like proof of effort.

Not a CD.

Not a memory file.

A record.

Something old-fashioned.

Something warm.

Something that suited Moo66.

Usinomics looked toward the grand piano in the diner.

The same piano that had once seemed only decorative now felt like a doorway.

Maybe today’s melody was simple.

Maybe the hands still made mistakes.

Maybe the rhythm was not perfect.

But every skill had a first recording.

Every town had a first song.

And every story had a first book.

Usinomics smiled.

“One day, I hope I can play the piano well.”

The room was quiet.

Somewhere nearby, Shamnomics settled into comfort.

Shibanomics shifted with restless energy, ready for the next walk, the next room, the next adventure.

Moo66 had changed again.

It was no longer only a place to eat, sleep, refuel, and search for missing necessities.

It had become a home with books.

A diner with a library corner.

A town with a song.

A place where unfinished quests did not feel like failure.

They felt like invitations.

Usinomics looked at the desk, the books, the piano, and the record.

There would be more tasks.

More strange requests.

More publications.

More mistakes.

More music.

And perhaps, one day, more instruments.

For now, the first books had been published.

The first town song had been recorded.

Moo66 had gained another kind of life.

Not through construction.

Not through furniture.

Not through expansion.

But through creativity.

And for Usinomics, that was enough.

At least for tonight.

To Be Continued…