Morning sunlight spilled across the rolling hills surrounding Moo66.

The sky was brilliantly blue, painted with drifting white clouds that seemed to move at their own leisurely pace.

Shamnomics was already waiting outside.

The cheerful Siamese cat let out an excited series of meows the moment Usinomics appeared.

“As hungry as ever.”

Usinomics smiled and filled the food bowl.

The little cat circled happily before diving into breakfast with unmistakable enthusiasm.

Nearby, Shibanomics wagged her tail with equal excitement.

She patiently waited for her turn before receiving her meal, followed by another round of daily training.

Every successful command earned an energetic bark and an even faster wagging tail.

Watching both companions enjoying another peaceful morning had quietly become one of Usinomics’ favorite routines.

Before taking Shibanomics out for a drive, one familiar sight demanded attention once again.

Near the enormous tree standing beside Moo66, the Tree Spirit had somehow become trapped within its own tangled roots.

Again.

Usinomics rested the axe across one shoulder and sighed.

One careful swing.

The thick roots separated.

The enormous spirit slowly stretched as if nothing unusual had occurred.

Every resident seemed accustomed to rescuing it.

No one questioned the ritual anymore.

Yet Usinomics couldn’t stop wondering.

It isn’t chained.

It isn’t injured.

It could probably walk away whenever it wanted.

The giant spirit quietly smiled without offering an answer.

Perhaps…

Perhaps the roots belonged to the tree it had created itself.

Or perhaps there was another reason no one understood.

Even stranger…

There was only one Tree Spirit in the entire region.

That mystery remained unsolved.

Later that afternoon, Moo66 entered another stage of expansion.

More land.

More possibilities.

The construction permit was approved.

The price…

Sixty million Donguri.

Usinomics stared silently at the confirmation screen.

He quickly decided not to finish that sentence.

Some calculations were better left unimagined.

The newly expanded first floor finally had enough room for another unusual decoration.

Inside a heavy black holding cell sat the now-famous white bear.

Still wearing nothing but a pair of shorts.

Snowflakes continuously floated around the prisoner through a digital environmental effect installed inside the display.

The entire exhibit looked remarkably convincing.

A humorous sign hung beside the cell.

EXHIBIT 66

Public Decency
Violation

– Exhibit Only –

Usinomics carefully hung the sign on the front of the cage.

He folded his arms with satisfaction.

Visitors frequently stopped, laughed, and took screenshots before continuing through the building.

The strange display had unexpectedly become one of Moo66’s most popular attractions.

With the afternoon still young, Usinomics and Shibanomics continued their walk through town.

Then…

They discovered something completely unexpected.

A traditional Japanese estate.

Standing proudly in the middle of America.

Its enormous grounds stretched across an entire district.

Layer after layer of elegant wooden architecture rose beyond the entrance gates.

The craftsmanship was breathtaking.

It looked less like an ordinary residence…

and more like a full-scale historical film set.

Usinomics admired every rooftop and every carefully placed garden stone.

The thought felt perfectly natural.

America had the space.

Someone had clearly decided to use every square meter of it.

Returning home, another surprise was already waiting.

An alpaca.

The fluffy visitor happily wandered toward Moo66 as if arriving for a scheduled appointment.

Shibanomics greeted the newcomer immediately.

Shamnomics watched with curious eyes.

The alpaca spoke.

Or at least…

something resembling speech.

A sequence of adorable sounds echoed through the yard.

Usinomics understood absolutely nothing.

Still…

The meaning somehow felt friendly.

Sometimes kindness required no translation.

Moo66 had grown far beyond its original design.

From the outside…

It still resembled nothing more than an ordinary warehouse.

Inside…

It had evolved into an enormous commercial complex.

The first floor now included a garage, cultivated gardens, flower beds, an open pet area, a skating rink, the diner, staff facilities, powder rooms, bathrooms, and additional recreational spaces.

The second floor offered luxurious VIP suites, elegant powder rooms, spacious bathrooms, and several private restaurants.

Above everything else, the rooftop had transformed into an entertainment district featuring private dining rooms, board game lounges, restaurants, playground equipment, capsule vending machines, and relaxing social spaces.

Every expansion made Moo66 feel less like a roadside stop…

and more like an entire destination.

Construction never truly stopped.

Today, Usinomics assembled another custom creation.

A subway passenger bench.

Overhead hanging straps.

A route map suspended above the seats.

Every component could be customized.

Without hesitation, he selected orange for every part.

The cheerful color immediately brightened the room.

Just as the final decoration was placed…

A notification appeared.

Someone had arrived.

A friendly signal floated overhead.

Usinomics instantly responded with an animated stamp.

The visitor answered.

Without wasting a second, Usinomics opened his own stamp card.

The visitor stamped it.

A gift of food appeared.

Usinomics searched through his bag, selecting a small return gift.

Before he could even finish…

The mysterious guest performed an enormous leap.

Higher than seemed physically possible.

Then disappeared into the distance.

Usinomics blinked.

He looked around the empty entrance.

No answer came.

Only the quiet evening breeze.

Night slowly settled over Moo66.

The lights inside the warehouse glowed warmly against the darkening sky.

Shamnomics curled into a comfortable corner.

Shibanomics quietly fell asleep beside the entrance.

Usinomics returned to the staff room.

The day’s countless adventures replayed in his thoughts.

A rescued Tree Spirit.

A sixty-million-Donguri expansion.

A historical Japanese estate.

An unexpected alpaca guest.

A mysterious visitor who arrived, exchanged gifts, and vanished with a single impossible jump.

He smiled.

No two days inside Moo66 were ever the same.

And somehow…

That was exactly what made this place feel like home.

Closing his eyes, Usinomics whispered softly into the quiet room.

Outside, Moo66 stood peacefully beneath the stars…

ready for whatever adventure tomorrow might bring.