The next day, Yuexikong, who was sleeping, suddenly opened his eyes.

It was still dark outside, and only the glimmer of light from the window kept the room from being pitch black.

He didn't get up, just tilted his head sideways and looked at the door.

Something passed by there just now, and although the sound was very subtle, it still woke up Yuexikong.

He just stared at the door with a blank face—

However, no sound was heard.

After a while, Yuexikong lifted the quilt and walked out in his pajamas.

The bedroom door was directly opposite the study door, and the study door was not closed, so he walked in directly and looked at the portrait of the Snow Maiden placed on the table.

Sure enough, the canvas is still in place, but the Snow Maiden on the canvas is gone—

The Snow Maiden went out hunting.

Yue Xikong pulled out a chair and sat down at the table, gently rolled up the blank canvas, and then took out a new canvas from the drawer.

He wanted to try to draw a new yokai.

What kind of yokai should I draw?

Yuexikong thought for a moment, and quickly made up her mind.

He took his brush from the side, tried the brushstrokes, and began to paint.

The body of a monkey, the limbs of a frog, the beak of a bird, the shell of a turtle, the saucer on top of the head......

As Moon Creek's brush fell, a slightly strange image soon appeared on the canvas.

This is Kappa.

According to Japanese legend, the kappa is a common type of yokai that is ugly in appearance and born with water, and has extremely terrifying powers in the water, but becomes extremely weak when it leaves the water, and will attack humans and livestock near the water, killing them and eating their internal organs.

The image of the kappa is so classic that it is easy to associate with the kappa as long as it goes out hunting, and the characteristics of the water allow it to better hide and protect itself, so that it will not be immediately rounded up and eliminated by the police.

He knew that after the Snow Girl incident, the police must have understood that there was indeed some 'unknown creature' at work.

In the face of these things that cannot be explained by science, whether it is for the sake of social stability or for research, the Japanese government will definitely be extra sensitive to the news in this regard, and the monsters created in the future must have a certain ability to survive, after all, he also has consumption in creating monsters, and he can't afford meaningless losses.

As the last stroke of Yuexikong stopped, a vivid image of a kappa jumped on the paper.

Yuexikong nodded with satisfaction.

He carefully looked at his kappa several times, and after making sure that there was no problem, he picked up his pen again.

Took a deep breath.

He's going to inscribe, or rather, give life to the painting.

Different from the relaxed freehand of his previous paintings, Yuexikong's inscription was very slow, and each stroke seemed to take a lot of effort, and it became slower and slower, and when he finished writing half of the word 'Tong', his forehead was already covered with sweat.

Yuexikong's complexion did not change in the slightest, and he still wrote slowly.

It's a pity that at the last cross, I still couldn't hold on and shook my hands after all.

"Almost." Yuexikong has some regrets.

He looked at the canvas in front of him, and when the last horizontal diagonal stroke was drawn on it, the word 'kappa' seemed to come to life, and it seemed to have a luster flowing over it.

However, the luster did not last long before it disappeared, and with it the word 'kappa', and then even the image of the kappa faded until it disappeared.

"There are still a lot of perverts in Japan, so it's okay to wait for the Snow Maiden to hunt some more people and have more creature power."

Looking at the blank canvas, Yuexikong sighed, and then walked to the bathroom with a drenched sweat.

It's dawn.

......

It's a lot like it, but it's not the original world.

This is the conclusion that Yuexikong has made after a month of continuous observation.

Although all aspects are almost identical, there are still some subtle differences.

It's been a month since Tsukikeeka crossed into this world's Japan, and this month is enough for him to integrate himself into this world.

Yue Xikong is very calm about his crossing, and he is not dissatisfied, after all, he does not have any nostalgic fetters in the original world.

On the contrary, he was very happy that he had crossed into this world, a new life, a new world, which was enough to amaze him, not to mention, he also carried a golden finger - a golden finger that perfectly matched his dreams.

In his previous life, he was a genius painter who was regretted by the world, and the genius was because he had already made many famous painters sigh at a young age, and he was sorry because of his paranoia.

obviously has such excellent painting skills, but he only likes to paint all kinds of paintings of gods, demons and demons, and once a large number of insiders who looked at him unpleasantly attacked him and thought he was arrogant.

Fortunately, he didn't care, he just indulged in his own fantasy world and expressed them through the brush.

He was so enchanted by the mysterious world of his own imagination that he couldn't help himself until one day he saw a pen.

It was a paintbrush that he had stumbled upon in the studio in his previous life, and the brush fell to the ground, and its perfect appearance instantly attracted Yuexikong's attention, and he stepped forward to pick it up.

However, what he didn't expect was that when he was bending over, someone happened to pass behind him and hit him, and then he fell.

What he didn't expect was that the paintbrush that was clearly horizontal on the ground was erected at some point.

It was just a paintbrush, but the blade of the pen pierced his heart without any obstruction.

And then, he crossed.

After a month of exploration, Yue Xikong has basically figured out the ability of the brush, and the brush has given him the ability to 'give', he can give life to the painting, as long as he can successfully inscribe.

Of course, this ability is not unlimited, and it is necessary to consume energy to give life to the painting, and Yuexikong named this energy 'the power of life', as the name suggests, the power of life.

Yuexikong, who didn't know this at the beginning, almost drained himself when he completed his first painting, that is, when he created the Snow Maiden, but it was thanks to the Snow Maiden's hunting these days that he recovered.

......

Rinsing off the shower gel on his body, Yuexikong pressed his heart with his right hand.

There was a powerful vibration in his left chest—the brush had fused with his heart.

After wiping it casually, Yuexikong walked out of the shower.

There is still some time before class, and during this time he has to make breakfast and prepare a lunch box at noon.

His adaptability allowed him to quickly adapt to life here and fit in.

As for why you should cook your own meals......

Even if there is only one person, Yuexikong will not give up enjoying life, and the sense of ritual in life is a must, otherwise a person would have gone crazy a long time ago......

Carrying the prepared lunch box and carrying the schoolbag, Yuexikong walked to the school, just like usual.

But this time, it seems to be a little different from the usual breakfast-

Standing at the school gate, Yue Xikong looked at the girl in front of her in surprise.

"Good morning! Yuexi-kun. Aya Sonoda greeted warmly, with a shallow smile on her face, and it could be seen that she was indeed practicing smiling after she went back, but it was still a little inadequate, which was very awkward.

"Good morning, Sonoda-san." Yuexikong also responded with a smile, he didn't expect Aya Sonoda to be waiting for him at the school gate, obviously he only had one side of yesterday.

What happens next?

Yuexikong couldn't help but think.

It would be nice to have some fun.