Prologue

January 1st, 1◼◼◼

Dear Diary,

Today, the clock's hands embark on a journey into the unknown, marking the advent of a new year. A sense of electricity courses through my essence, as I am filled with anticipation for what the future holds. Tomorrow, I will head to 'that place,' and my laughter, full of jubilation, can hardly be contained.

Ever since my old father introduced me to that society and told me about 'that place,' I have been eagerly awaiting the day I would set foot there.

My old father, unknown to me whether he meant to motivate or discourage me, demonstrated one of the abilities he obtained 'in that place.' His tired, aged eyes widened, veins bulged on his forehead, as a tiny water sphere floated before him.

At first, it seemed awe-inspiring. However, the impulse to witness such a marvel soon gave way to a solitary thought, 'Is that all?' My expectations were greater. After all, he had woven narratives about individuals from that society who could dismantle trees with a mere gesture, yet there he was, struggling to suspend a water bubble in the air.

Presumably realizing my disappointment, my venerable father explained, in an almost inaudible tone of regret, the brief hiatus of his stay 'in that place.' Weakened by the vicissitudes he encountered there, he returned defeated, devoid of the courage to continue.

Humpf! In the face of his explanation, a resolution ignited within me. I will not follow in the faltering footsteps of my progenitor. With fervor, I swear to forge myself into a devastating storm, a power capable of surpassing all established barriers. Before returning to this place, I aspire to acquire the ability to reduce an entire city to ashes.

Hehe, I can envision confronting legions of knights with nothing more than cloth clothes covering my body.

I regret that such a spectacle will not occur anytime soon. After all, that society strictly forbids us from displaying abilities gained 'in that place' to the general public. That is, for now...

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January 2nd, 1◼◼◼

Dear Diary,

Today, perhaps I witnessed the pinnacle of my joy. I write these words as evening falls, leaving behind my loved ones and crossing the threshold through the portal bestowed by that enigmatic congregation. I still feel my cheeks burn with embarrassment when recalling my reaction upon setting foot in this new domain. Fortunately, no one shared with me that moment when my laughter echoed like that of a widow who seizes her noble deceased husband's inheritance.

The initial impressions that this location insinuates are nothing short of magnificent. I emerged in a forested corner initially. That society advised me to locate its base or immediate allies. Curiously, they gave me a map, the deciphering of coordinates of which requires considerable skill that apparently I lack.

After wandering for a span of time, the realization dawns upon me that my body seems to float with relative lightness. Could this be Isaac Newton's iconic law of gravity in action? Or is some distinct variable conspiring behind the scenes?

Hehe, however, I overflow with enthusiasm. Through this diary, I record my exploration of this remote place just as I did from my six years of age, leaving indelible marks on paper.

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February 15th, 1◼◼◼

Esteemed Diary,

Another cycle comes to a close, and my words flow like the moon, luminous in the celestial dome, observing me in silent contemplation. Temporal pathways have witnessed the union of my journey with this enigmatic world. Today, I mark my most jubilant achievement, for I finally record my success in crossing the magical thresholds. A month has passed since I began my magical apprenticeship with my mentor, and in this period, I have achieved the ability to successfully apply the hidden laws.

Hehe, what would my dear father say to see me now? Compared to him, I am like a wild lion facing a timid lamb. The once formidable man is now reduced to a shadow in the face of the intensity I radiate.

My training has been unwavering, and the veils of that society have been torn before me. I have exceeded all expectations, unveiling obscured secrets and embodying the latent power in the shadows.

I am ready to confront my father in a contest, and the outcome is already an undeniable fact in my mind.

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September 3rd, 1◼◼◼

Dear Diary,

Life weaves unexpected bonds. Today, my words dance on the paper like salty breeze, and under my feet, solid ground provides security. Three months have passed since our meeting. Initial enmities, shaped by cultural disparities, have been transformed by fate into unbreakable friendship.

By sharing my trust with them, I revealed the unknown island, presented to me by my dedicated instructor two months ago. At that moment, even anticipating the rewards, I hesitated due to my inexperience. However, as a sixth-order mage now, audacity prevails, and I venture into this unknown corner of an already enigmatic world.

My loyal comrades, Zustra, Uryu, and Matthew, have joined me on this journey. With their acceptance, our preparation for the island's exploration unfolded.

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December 20th, 1◼◼◼

An unease haunts me. Something unfolds as irregular. In a recent past, passing by that three-eyed statue, I felt as if its gazes pierced deep into me. Zurla also shared that he felt a sudden darkness obscure the sky, although sunlight prevailed.

The island is taking on strange contours, and our departure is urgent.

Once we secure 'that thing,' our departure will materialize.

I cannot suppress this unsettling sensation, as if shadows of the future loom over us.

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December 21st, 1◼◼◼

Today has been a whirlwind of surprises.

Finally, we found the entrance to the labyrinth that harbors 'that thing'!

Furthermore, an associate of my mentor—a person presumed dead by the society—resides within that labyrinth. Such revelation arouses suspicion. He claims to have been imprisoned there for twenty-one years—should I believe his story? Hehe, had this been at the start of my journey in this world, I would undoubtedly have swallowed the narrative unquestioningly, but the vicissitudes I've faced have taught me to be wary.

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December 25th, 1◼◼◼

Son of a bitch! I was right! He was hiding something!

Who could predict such a plot! Thus, not only do my native world and this one entwine! Now I realize the leaders of the society were aware of this! Damn them! All conspiring, I can't trust anyone.

Especially that miserable one who imprisoned me here! Wait for me, La—

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February 3rd, 1◼◼◼

Hehehe, is it really February 3rd? Well, according to the pages I fill every day, so it seems. It's been over a year since I left my homeland.

I wonder if my dear father feels my absence.

My belly grows every day, and an internal sensation resembles kicks. This is strange.

I feel on the brink of insanity.

I shouldn't have entered this chaotic world.

When will I finally be able to leave?

No! I won't leave until I get my revenge! For me and for the fallen friends!

I will demand that the bastard pays!

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March 2nd, 1◼◼◼

The world trembles, and my being shatters like fragile glass.

I should have anticipated this.

My dear son whispered that it's not the three-eyed man behind everything. Hehe, because it's one of the first complete sentences he's uttered, I record it in this journal, which now extends beyond a mere volume.

"Daddy, you're mistaken. It's not the horrendous three-eyed man orchestrating everything. He died long ago. He's just a victim, like both of us."

Hehe, he's so insightful. I can't wait for his birth.

Dear father, I imagine your reaction when you return with the news that you'll be a grandfather.

But this puzzles me. If it's not the three-eyed man, then who's lurking in the shadows? Or maybe there isn't anyone at all? Hehe, perhaps they're the grand entities they told me about inhabiting those other worlds. Any of them could certainly obliterate the society e

asily.

If the world is already enveloped in chaos, what awaits when that time comes?

I can't wait!

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----- Diary of ◼◼◼◼◼◼