2 Day 1

Dear diary,

that day I blinked my eyes, and see the dam ceiling obstructing the sky.

there's nothing to see except the murky, and damp ceiling in this place.

This damp ceiling also feels familiar. I mean, there's something that's also missing from my body.

I check all my body by groping them.

Guess what I found?

My muscle!

My beautiful one pack muscle!!!

at last!

they're gone!

Oh god! I praise you, thank you, god! I can get rid of those damn fat already!

What?

do you think I'm so shameless to call that rotund stomach as a better option than the great flat surface stomach?

hell no!

That rotund stomach isn't fat though, as I said before, they're impenetrable.

not because of the fat, because some mafia boss that liked to be a transgender and transgenders imbued me with a powerful bomb with highly solid metal.

That bastard wants to make more transgender, that bastard even makes me do all his evil deeds under my name.

luckily, I can get rid of that dangerous bomb.

what?

Do you think the UN and some big government can help me?

That bastard the overlord in the underground society, if not because he's afraid of being nuked, he would already taking world domination under his name.

even the country under me is something he rules over using my name!

my surgeon skill is godly, and many want me to help them to fix something, or do some surgeon for them.

but, so what?

I'm still under the boss's palm.

if not for the great scalpel that stabs me in my head I'd still be under the mafia.

hell, my stomach is impenetrable, after all...

Day 2

Dear Diary,

I am actually being sent to my past.

heck, those parent of mine already dead by this time.

this great me is being enslaved by those thugs in the street right now, and I sent to the street to beg for money.

there'ss several of my comrade here.

They're my siblings in this house of beggars.

many of us are orphans that being thrown, or even abducted from our family.

in the future, though.

none of them survived, by the ages of 12, all left is me.

I can only say that I hate those thugs, no, hatred doesn't convey what I feel right now.

mortified, I used many off the bacteria surrounding me.

don't forget this great me, is a person that once great enough to make the world bow to me!

furthermore, there are still 2 years left for me to think about the plan thoroughly.

I know that killing them off won't fend us all in this house to have a better life.

even though I don't want to spend even a bit of my time here anymore, I need to think of a great enough plan to let me live outside by myself.

counting on luck, and divinity already pushed me through hell in my last life.

damn, the light turned off.

Day 3

Dear Diary,

I hate this place.

I want to ask those thugs.

Why?

just for money, you push us down?

just for money, you work us like slaves

just because we didn't get money you beat us so much, so that passerby will give us more money?

how could you all be so cruel?

what mistake we do?

the money we gave you is more than enough for us to get chicken or cow meat, but you gave us disposed of trash from some restaurant?

they've all rotten!

they're all stench like a dead rat!

but, what can we do...

I wonder...

what kind of plan should I create...

should I just poison them all?

I can already write in the darkness, by the way.

Ah, Clark's wound needs to be tended, so this is all for today's diary...