Chapter 27

The Score of Moo66

The rooftop of Moo66 had become one of Usinomics’ favorite places in the entire region.

Unlike ordinary buildings, the rooftop featured an open-air penthouse with no roof above it—only endless sky stretching toward the horizon.

Beside the staircase stood a massive aquarium illuminated by soft blue lights. Rare three-star fish swam gracefully through the crystal-clear water alongside colorful ocean fish and shrimp collected from distant waters.

Limited-edition flower beds lined the staircase, their vibrant blooms adding bursts of color to the industrial charm of Moo66.

From afar, Moo66 looked less like a house and more like a small self-contained world.

The ground floor combined a gas station aesthetic with a community gathering space.

Near the entrance sat another enormous aquarium filled with prized aquatic creatures.

A limited-edition pet house occupied one corner of a small flower garden, while a rare bird sanctuary surrounded a block-built lake near the center of the property.

The entire interior felt like a miniature indoor park.

The front entrance had been transformed into a performance stage facing a parking area designed to resemble an old Route 66 service station.

On both sides of the stage were thriving vegetable gardens.

Fresh produce grew year-round.

Self-sufficiency.

Sustainability.

No unnecessary waste.

Usinomics was proud of that.

Opening the stage doors revealed a staircase leading down into the heart of Moo66.

There stood the diner.

Comfortable sofas surrounded a grand piano.

Dining tables and chairs filled the room.

Warm lighting reflected across polished wooden floors.

Above the piano hung a glowing sign that simply read:

JAZZ

Ironically, no jazz music was playing.

Nobody knew why the sign existed.

Not even Usinomics.

But somehow it felt perfect.

The kitchen remained completely visible to visitors.

Rather than hiding it behind walls, Usinomics had designed the space using rare transparent event glass.

Guests could watch meals being prepared in real time.

Behind the kitchen was the staff room.

And beyond that lay Usinomics’ private quarters.

The second floor contained a VIP dining loft overlooking the diner below.

Nearby stood a family guest suite complete with balcony access.

From there, visitors could watch the sunrise over the surrounding countryside while looking down at the warm glow of the diner.

It was difficult to imagine a better way to start a morning.

Above everything stood the rooftop garden.

A reinforced polycarbonate pavilion protected part of the terrace from wind and rain.

Inside was Usinomics’ favorite corner:

A covered observation terrace.

Visitors could relax, enjoy a meal, take photographs, or simply admire the scenery.

Nearby stood a towering block-built tree designed almost like an athletic playground.

Guests could climb from the base all the way to the top.

At the far end of the rooftop, a bakery space waited patiently for future expansion.

Fresh bread.

Warm pastries.

Endless possibilities.

Usinomics smiled.

One day, he thought, this place would smell like heaven.

A notification appeared.

Home Score Updated: 1,265

Usinomics stared at the number.

1,265.

Not bad.

Not bad at all.

He leaned back in his chair and looked toward the horizon.

How high did other home scores go?

What kind of scores did giant towers achieve?

Massive estates?

Luxury resorts?

Entire neighborhoods?

The possibilities seemed endless.

Then another thought crossed his mind.

“The system probably limits how much land one person can own.”

It made sense.

Without limits, a handful of people could eventually control everything.

Perhaps those restrictions existed to prevent inequality.

Perhaps that was why abandoned land remained available for new settlers.

Or perhaps the developers simply wanted everyone to have a chance.

Either way, Usinomics understood something important.

Moo66 had started with a simple idea.

A roadside building.

Nothing more.

The reason was surprisingly practical.

Construction was only possible along the roadside.

That road had reminded him of something.

A long highway stretching endlessly toward the horizon.

A road that looked strangely similar to Route 66.

The inspiration had been immediate.

And now Moo66 stood proudly beside it.

A roadside dream turned reality.

Far in the distance, enormous walking trees slowly moved across the landscape.

Usinomics watched them for a moment.

Then he climbed into his car.

Another adventure was waiting.

Usinomics started the engine and drove toward the harbor.

The fishing docks were quiet as usual.

Several fishing boats rocked gently against the wooden piers while seabirds circled overhead beneath the afternoon sky.

Standing in his usual spot near the waterfront was Bill, the fishing manager who appeared to be on duty twenty-four hours a day.

At least, that’s how it seemed.

The moment Usinomics approached, Bill greeted him with the same familiar line.

“Got the items I asked for? If so, hand them over.”

Usinomics couldn’t help but laugh.

The quest felt remarkably similar to the messenger jobs he had seen in Hospital Chronicle back in IMARIN KINGDOM.

Useful?

Certainly.

Exciting?

That was debatable.

Sometimes it felt less like an adventure and more like being everyone’s personal delivery service.

Still, a quest was a quest.

Usinomics handed over several Rank 1 fish.

A moment later, the rewards arrived.

5,000 Donguri.

Several status boosts.

Not bad for a few fish.

“If Donguri were dollars,” Usinomics muttered, “I’d be making five thousand bucks every five minutes.”

He sat beneath a large parasol overlooking Dock No. 1.

Only two boats occupied the harbor.

Boat No. 1.

Boat No. 2.

There was no Boat No. 3.

And aside from fishing vessels, there was nothing else.

No yachts.

No ferries.

No cruise ships.

Usinomics stared at the water.

“No luxury cruise ship?”

The realization felt oddly disappointing.

If a luxury liner ever arrived, surely it would include premium restaurants, giant swimming pools, movie theaters, shopping malls, luxury hotels, and perhaps a ridiculously oversized observation tower.

That, in his opinion, qualified as luxury.

Anything less was simply a large boat.

As he continued daydreaming, Bill suddenly began singing.

“IMABURAI Kingdom Studio Japan~”

“YouTube~”

“IMABURAI Kingdom Studio Japan~”

Usinomics blinked.

Then he opened his device and searched for it.

A moment later, the results appeared.

It was real.

His eyes widened.

“Wait…”

“I’ve seen this place before.”

The scenery felt strangely familiar.

Almost like a forgotten dream.

After creating an account and signing in, he noticed something unexpected.

The image quality improved dramatically.

Apparently, free viewing came with lower resolution.

The mystery was solved.

Satisfied, Usinomics climbed back into his car and headed toward Moo66.

Not far from the harbor, he spotted Andrew.

Like Bill, Andrew seemed to exist in a permanent state of readiness.

Day.

Night.

Rain.

Sunshine.

Andrew was always there.

Waiting.

As expected, Andrew greeted him with the exact same phrase.

“Got the items I asked for? If so, hand them over.”

The delivery was so perfectly rehearsed that it sounded less like a conversation and more like a system notification.

Usinomics handed over the requested items.

Another reward appeared.

5,000 Donguri.

Just like that.

His savings continued to grow.

The local economy was beginning to make a surprising amount of sense.

Next, he stopped by the furniture store.

Among the displays stood an elegant vanity set finished in soft white and beige tones.

Usinomics paused.

Months earlier, he had reluctantly purchased a pink vanity simply because it had been the only option available.

Now this one appeared.

Much nicer.

Much more refined.

He sighed.

“I should have waited.”

Naturally, he bought part of the collection anyway.

A few minutes later, he wandered into the neighboring boutique.

Behind the counter stood Dorothy, the store owner and resident stylist.

Before becoming a stylist, I worked as a model,” she said confidently.

“Things went fairly well back then.”

Usinomics listened quietly.

It made sense.

Fashion always looked better when presented by someone who knew how to wear it.

But real customers were different.

Different heights.

Different body types.

Different proportions.

An outfit that looked stunning on a runway model could easily become an accidental comedy performance on someone else.

Reality had a way of ignoring fashion advertisements.

After finishing their conversation, Usinomics headed toward Town Hall.

Something immediately felt unusual.

The Mayor was sitting directly on the ground.

No selfies.

No dramatic poses.

No endless photo sessions.

Just sitting there.

Watching the horizon.

Usinomics slowed his pace.

Normally, the Mayor’s confidence bordered on legendary.

The man had advanced degrees, influence, and enough administrative authority to manage half the town with a few taps on a screen.

Yet today, he looked surprisingly relaxed.

Almost thoughtful.

For a moment, Usinomics wondered what could possibly occupy the mind of a man who seemed to have everything under control.

The Mayor never noticed him.

His gaze remained fixed on the distant landscape.

Usinomics offered a small nod, climbed back into his vehicle, and started the journey home.

As Moo66 appeared on the horizon, glowing beneath the fading afternoon light, he felt a familiar sense of satisfaction.

Another day.

Another adventure.

And somehow, plenty more quests waiting tomorrow.

Back at Moo66, Usinomics stepped onto the entrance stage and danced for a few minutes.

No audience.

No music.

No reason.

Just a brief celebration of being alive.

Oddly enough, it worked.

His mood instantly improved.

Afterward, he installed one of his favorite inventions: a rare security traffic signal.

It appeared only occasionally and served absolutely no practical purpose beyond theft prevention.

At least, that was Usinomics’ theory.

He admired it proudly.

“Every city in the world should have one of these.”

Whether that was true remained highly questionable.

After washing his hands and taking a short walk around the neighborhood, Usinomics encountered a local collector.

The collector stood in the town square, staring thoughtfully at the surrounding buildings.

“There are so many shops around the plaza,” the collector sighed. “Finding an empty location suitable for a museum is becoming difficult.”

The statement carried a subtle implication.

He clearly wanted someone else to do the searching.

Usinomics laughed.

“You’ve got legs, don’t you?”

“Go find it yourself.”

The collector looked mildly offended.

Then, without missing a beat, he offered a business proposal.

In exchange for Donguri, he wanted photographs of spectacular landscapes suitable for a future museum exhibition.

Usinomics listened quietly.

A transaction.

Of course.

Everything eventually became a transaction.

Perhaps every world worked that way.

Reluctantly, he accepted the request.

Not because he was excited.

Mostly because refusing required more effort.

As they parted ways, another thought crossed his mind.

“Would anyone even visit this museum?”

If someone simply wanted to show off beautiful scenery, they could hang the pictures at home.

Still, the town somehow continued operating.

And strangely enough, most roads seemed to lead back to Town Hall.

A notification suddenly appeared.

Fishing Event Available.

Usinomics immediately joined.

Soon he found himself fishing alongside complete strangers from across the region.

The event was simple.

Catch fish.

Keep fish.

Leave happy.

The fish could even be taken home and cooked afterward.

For a brief moment, Usinomics considered the possibility that this might actually be a perfect world.

Hours later, he returned to Moo66.

After washing up, he headed straight for the kitchen.

He still didn’t own an apron.

One day, he promised himself, he would order one from IMABURAI KINGDOM Studio JAPAN.

A proper apron.

A professional apron.

The kind of apron worthy of Moo66.

Until then, he would simply improvise.

Using the fresh fish he had caught earlier, Usinomics prepared lunch.

The aroma drifted through the diner, filling the entire building with the scent of grilled seafood.

He carried the meal into the staff room.

Fresh fish.

Garden salad.

A café au lait.

Simple.

Comforting.

Perfect.

After lunch, he opened his laptop.

Well, technically it was decorative furniture purchased from the interior store, but it still functioned surprisingly well.

A new option immediately caught his attention.

Land Expansion Rights Available.

Usinomics purchased them without hesitation.

Construction began almost instantly.

Steel support columns emerged from reinforced foundations.

Advanced materials combined wood, concrete, mortar, and futuristic composites into a structure unlike anything he had seen before.

Titanium alloys were apparently involved.

Where exactly they were involved remained unclear.

The final result surprised him.

A small skating rink.

And a pineapple field.

Naturally.

The new skating rink overlooked the surrounding countryside from a semicircular terrace connected to the diner.

From the terrace, visitors could watch skaters glide across the ice.

From the ice, skaters could admire the scenery.

Everyone won.

Dark block walls reflected sunlight like polished obsidian.

The black surfaces shimmered beautifully beneath the afternoon sky.

Unable to resist, Usinomics stepped onto the ice.

It had been years since he last skated.

Not since childhood.

Yet the movements returned almost immediately.

The body remembered.

The mind followed.

Soon he was gliding comfortably across the rink.

Of course, even skating contained quests.

Everything in this world contained quests.

The objective made very little sense.

The instructions were even less helpful.

So Usinomics simply skated around randomly.

Moments later, a notification appeared.

Quest Complete.

Donguri Reward Deposited.

He stared at the message.

Apparently success had been achieved.

Somehow.

After enjoying the rink for a while, he returned to the kitchen and began preparing additional menu items.

The current seasonal menu included:

• Building Block Fruit Shaved Ice

• Building Block Blueberry Shaved Ice

• Building Block Raspberry Shaved Ice

• Fruit Verbena Tea Pie

• Apple Verbena Tea Pie

• Blueberry Verbena Tea Pie

• Raspberry Verbena Tea Pie

• Building Block Mushroom Burger

• Building Block Oyster Mushroom Burger

• Building Block Shiitake Burger

• Building Block Button Mushroom Burger

• Building Block Porcini Burger

One by one, he prepared the dishes and organized them inside his backpack.

Emergency travel meals.

Adventure supplies.

Future lunch options.

The system worked beautifully.

As evening approached, a familiar voice called from an empty lot beside the road near Moo66.

It was Shamnomics.

The cat was waiting patiently.

Usinomics walked over carrying a feather toy.

Within moments, the two were playing together beneath the golden light of sunset.

Shamnomics chased the toy enthusiastically.

Jumping.

Pouncing.

Spinning.

Completely focused.

Usinomics laughed.

For all the quests, construction projects, business deals, and endless errands this world demanded…

Sometimes the best moments were simply spent playing with a cat.

Another day at Moo66 had come to an end.

More adventures await in Chapter 28.