Yang Zicang looked at the small jewel on the pendant, upon which there were four tiny specks of light, their information manifesting in his mind with a mere thought.

Currently, there were a total of four Radiances: “Deceiving the distributor’s guest, ” “Escaping the nonexistent inn, ” “The hidden disguise that rent the secret treasure asunder, ” and “The escort athlete with no umbrella. “

As for the Radiance related to the oil painting, no “Glory Light ” had been born from it to date. Yang Zicang had a vague guess in his heart, but he could not be certain of it.

Amidst a burst of cheers, the lads and lasses of the Green Hero Commune returned.

“We beat those two sons of bitches black and blue. “

“Tomorrow—no, tonight even—I’ll write the article denouncing him without delay. “

“I say we don’t need to wait a few days for our next issue. I’m going to grab a plank right now and hang it out there for him tomorrow. “

With these words, the young man named Miros headed toward the brick house in the backyard.

“Student Yang!” Miros rushed out quickly. “There-there’s s-someone looking for you down at the bottom of Sea Cliff.“

Yang Zicang, who was chatting with Milena and the others about the article outside, turned his head and looked over. “Looking for me? Who?“

Could it be that Anxi and Yao Xiaoqin had already arrived?

……

Speechless, Yang Zicang gazed down through the window. In the fading twilight, a raft bobbed on the waves, but it never strayed more than a ship’s length from the cliff.

A teenage boy standing on it craned his neck, waving up at him with an awkward grin.

“Who are you?” Yang Zicang shouted loudly.

Even his roar could be completely swallowed up by the crash of a wave.

“I’m Tata—!” the boy cupped his hands around his mouth, “January • Tata Mingchi! I came here especially for you!“

Having said that, the boy—around fourteen or fifteen years old— let his hands fall and let out a silly chuckle.

A strange tingle crept across Yang Zicang’s skin. January? Wasn’t that the pseudonym commonly used by the Distributors and Moon Angels?

Beside the boy sat a wooden crate. He kicked it open, revealing tools inside: files, scissors, a small iron hammer, and all sorts of other handicrafts. Hanging from the inside of the lid, tied together by a few strands of iron wire, was a wide‑mouthed cloth bag filled with densely packed trinkets.

“No way…” Yang Zicang muttered to himself. He herded the few spectators who had gathered by the window out of the room, then ran back to the window and shouted down: “Are you really a Distributor?“

Several heads popped out from the other windows next door.

Tata below nodded his head vigorously.

“Come on down! ” he shouted again, cupping his hands around his mouth. “Our business is a secret; we can’t let anyone else hear. “

Slap!Yang Zicang smacked his own forehead hard.

……

“Damn it! Fight back! Those guys are total scumbags, daring to hit us. “

In the corner, the men who’d been beaten twice in three days crouched, groaning in pain, rubbing their black-and-blue wounds.

“Where are those two bastards who said they’d back us up? ” Long Huoqing said indignantly.

If it weren’t for someone egging them on that afternoon, saying their actions were written up on some “bulletin board ” for everyone to see and that they should stop this disgusting behavior, they’d never have gone to smash the board.

He still remembered the tall, square-faced man among the two—how with just a slant of his hand, he shattered a brick. Eagerly learning a few moves from him, Long Huoqing and the others excitedly dusted off the dirt and went looking for trouble at the bulletin board. Turned out the other guy didn’t even use his fists.

In the deepening twilight, Yin Bo pulled his head back from the corner. “Ma Shuo, forget about those women, but these men are a real bunch of useless losers. “

Ma Shuo remained silent.

“What do we do? That ‘Qingying’ or whatever doesn’t put out a newsletter that often. If we churn out content by tomorrow and they set it up in the square again, who knows when our ‘Radiant Brilliance’ will ever see the light of day. “

Ma Shuo lifted his head: “Ha, who do we think we are? Are we the kind to take the usual road? “

“You mean?“

The short man stood up, cracking his knuckles. “Let’s sneak into their camp tonight and tear down their bulletin board. If those locals are still making a new one, even better. Hmph, hmph.“

“Ah… well…“

“When they wake up tomorrow and find all their manuscripts and the boards they ordered gone, you really don’t want to see the look on their faces?“

“Ha, so no killing, huh. Alright, this plan’s not bad.” He touched the tip of his ear. “Forget it, let’s eat first.“

—｛Distributor, March·Duli, is observing my life story.｝

The two of them, just about to head off to the warehouse inn, beamed with delight.

In all these months, this master has rarely taken an active interest in us!they thought to themselves.Still, it must be because opportunities to spark the ‘Radiance of Brilliance’ have been few and far between.

……

On Sea Cliff, the first-layer distributor January·Tata Mingchi had just wolfed down a hearty meal after being brought there.

Yang Zicang stared deeply at the pile of stark white, empty bowls before him.

Everyone stared in shock.

Unbelievable.A monstrous being from the Moon Realm, fallen to such depths he couldn’t even afford a proper piece of clothing. Amid such a fierce sea wind, he stood there wearing nothing but a ragged gray vest baring his shoulders.

“Ahh, finally full.“

“So… just how long had it been since you last ate?“

Urp~Tata Mingqi’s body trembled. “Ah, wouldn’t stubbornly starve to death, so I just starved steadfastly on.“

“You’re pretty impressive, braving the sea on a wooden raft. ” The small man in the blue hat stared at Tataming’s face, leaning intensely over the table. “How did you dare? “

“There are so many fish in the sea, you could have just caught a couple, ” Long Huogang also chimed in.

Under everyone’s gaze, Tataming, who called himself Tata, bashfully scratched his head.

“Well… I’m a vegetarian. “

“Then eat seaweed! ” Milena threw down her pencil and declared loudly. “Aren’t your parents worried about you, acting like this? “

“My parents aren’t in this world. ” He lowered his head.

“Uh… ” Milena, feeling like she had spoken out of turn, suddenly fell silent. The people around immediately zipped their lips. The atmosphere instantly turned gloomy.

“Sorry, we thought… “

“It’s fine. ” Yang Zicang’s brow twitched slightly as he tried to console them. “You didn’t know the reason, that’s all. “

“Oh right, ignorance is bliss. ” Long Huogang cleared his throat and pushed the soup bowl on the table towards the young man. “Then you… oh, no, you’ve eaten too much, can’t have any more, it’ll make your stomach ache. “

Tataming gave a wistful glance at the soup bowl, then turned his face towards Yang Zicang with a hopeful smile.

“Let’s find a quiet place to look at the goods. “

Yang Zicang glanced at the curious crowd gathered around the table.

“When you put it like that… you make it sound like we’re trading in contraband. “

“Ah-ha, not at all, I made all of these by hand. Every single one is a very authentic… hometown handicraft accessory. “

“Where is your hometown? ” Milena asked, pinching the pen cap.

“It’s a place where the moonlight is very beautiful, and the nights there are quite long. “

Every single word was the truth.

Yang Zicang let out a soft breath. “Because I’ve only been here a couple of days, so tonight it’s my turn to clean up the kitchen waste. Let me finish up first, and then I’ll find you. “

“How long will it take? “

“I still have to scrub the restroom. It should take an hour or two. “

Someone said, “Isn’t that today’s job for Kim·Criest? “

“You all know he only comes back when he needs to sleep. When would he have time to scrub the restroom? So he’s left it all to me. “

Yang Zicang stood up.

A girl wearing coarse cloth and a long braid said, “It’s alright, Mr. Buchen. I can take care of the restroom and kitchen. “

“Wow, you’re such a good person. ” Tata Minqi clapped his hands together with apop.

The girl smiled sweetly. “You go ahead and keep this little brother company. He came all this way across the sea to find you; he must have some business. “

January·Tata Mingqi rubbed his belly. “It’s okay, I’ll wait for you. “

……

Two hours later, after putting everything away in order and hanging the fish they had caught and processed today back under the eaves, Yang Zicang finally washed his hands clean and walked toward the base of the base near the old lighthouse.

The moonlight had already come out.

On a platform there, a kid about fourteen or fifteen years old was busyding-ding-ding-dongin front of a crate.

“Did you make all these? “

Yang Zicang drew closer, peering into the crate below the kid’s shoulder, which was filled with handmade trinkets.

“Could these all be… beacons? “

“Shh! ” Tata Mingqi looked up with a chuckle, raising a finger to his lips before whispering:

“That’s right. They’re all ‘Distribution Beacons.’_Actually, ‘Distribution Beacons’ are just tiny gems and such, but everyone got used to calling them that way, so now the whole piece of jewelry is named ‘Distribution Beacon.’ “

-｛February·Di’an is warily watching what I’ll do next.｝

Yang Zicang let his eyelids drop halfway, then glanced down at his chest.

Tata Mingqi followed his gaze, catching a glimpse of accessory silhouettes under the thin shirt.

“See? This is what happens when you don’t have your own shop. Ugh, but I’m too lazy to set up a tent. So people keep stealing my business. “

-｛February·Di’an wants to buy up my Radiance.｝

-｛February·Di’an increases prices by 20% for any supply deal tonight.｝