The King of Bountiful Harvests and the Turnip Cult (Monthly votes, please)

Calyrex tried to flee, but before it could float more than a few steps away, Mingyou caught it, wrapping both arms around its bud as though he were holding a Bonk Choy. It couldn't break free at all.

"Why are you running? I don't eat turnips... at least, not right now."

Mingyou smiled. He had to admit that Calyrex felt wonderful to hold, like a plush toy, and the bud atop its head gave off a faint scent of thistle.

Thistles were symbolic flowers of the Galar Region, and perfumes made from them were highly prized. In legends, they were also called flowers of blessing, and they could symbolize a woman's suffering over unrequited love for a man.

"Calyrex's Radiant Flower, huh... a shame it hasn't bloomed."

Mingyou shook his head regretfully. He really wanted to see just how miraculous the Radiant Flower was, if merely blooming could restore all living things.

Hearing his muttering, Calyrex calmly replied, "How could it bloom? Something as meaningless as that... but to think a human like you knows of my existence. Just who are you?"

Although its voice was calm, it was deeply shocked. There were reasons it dared to stroll openly down the street and even enter shops to buy food.

Two main reasons, in fact...

First, almost nobody in this world knew about it. Forget the Pokédex; even local rumors contained no record of it. Second, it had used a certain power of its own to give itself an "NPC" buff.

NPC, as the name suggested, meant a passerby. When you walked down the street and passed all sorts of people, you might occasionally stop and look out of curiosity, but you would soon forget them.

Nobody could keep remembering everyone they passed. Most people would forget their faces the moment