A diary written in the POV's of Valir and Vale, two mage heroes from the popular MOBA game Mobile Legends. The diary will be updated daily, with alternating POV's.

"Hi!
It's me again, Jasper's Alter Ego, called me [             ]!
Sorry for that last TIME I didn't write my name clearly.
you probably wondering what happen to this diary owner, right?
Remember what he wrote about watery world stuff before I were interrupted?
Don't worry, he may be breathless in that part of his dream...
  but he survived! for now... I make him like that. Resurrect one's dream self is my cup of tea! if he died, It will be a trouble no once can't help with should Writer Psychosis was gone!
Now, where were we....?"

" "Hello...? Anybody here...?"
the same old lines....
His voice echoing though the endless hall, the one I use to play cat and mouse game with him.
but there's no doors for him to open, only emptiness.
Or not...there's more like "no visible doors in sight".
    I'm getting bored so I give him my new toy! out of nowhere, one of the door were visible, a purple one. THAT was where I put my toy there.
He give off a big huff in relive, opening that door without any hesitation.
Little does he know he walk right into where I can t---------- him more and----"
(The handwriting is change, again...)
Ignore all that write in this diary before mine...
I see it.
I know why, the detail on this dairy were off.
*He* did all these.
Blade saws turning and spinning above my head,
He is the one choking me back then, the same one threading what seem to be a giant sewing machine's needle while look down on me.
  all I see is small windows showing outside's white light,
the man that look like me watching with ----------- eyes while I have both of my hands nailed down, force me to --------- on the table... he use black nails that was more like wedges used to impale the vampires, pierced through my palms.
  those saw blades...they are small, probably one for cutting gemstone I guess...its cut is deadly when they are many.
...but is that really my torture room...? and first of all,
GRAVEN!!
    ARE YOU THE ONE PRETEND TO BE ME LAST NIGHT, SHOWING THIS DIARY TO EVERYONE IN YOUR LOT O AWFUL, CHILDISH HANDWRITING?!

" Yep! :3" Knew it.

      Back then, I saw it in my dream, of myself shout at that my doppelganger to let me go.
but he didn't listen, YOU didn't listen to my cry for help, Graven!
" Do you? :) "
he just turn a deaf ear on me, swing my scissors like I never speak anything. even it just a shadow I can tell "he" is not gonna stop his game that easily, not when I still aware I'm dreaming.
"Toyed with your mind is sure kind of fun isn't it Mister Jasper?"
  Ugh give me a break, shut up and let me tell this story to the readers, won't you!?
"OK :X"
  Yes, that time...he giggled like a child in grown-up body while he pull the chain that hung from the ceiling to activate those blade devices that surrounding me, the fact that "he" know my name isn't as surprise as what he about to do on my body. I was full of shocked, wish so hard to wake up from what I was about to get. 
But...
  I have seen it. I may survive that dream, but I still can remember every SINGLE details of what I encounter, like HE want me to remember that vision.

....those spun blades --------- mostly into my legs, I bloody hell screaming from pain while "Graven" was just maniacally laughing.
It hurt to feel pain...with consciousness intact.
Then when the process was done...
I could tell my head was still there on my neck, but my legs are full of open scar, soak with blood...most of it was dripped all over the table. 
I still have my consciousness left to see that bastard using that sewing machine to sew those scars back together, twice as painful as those thread passing through my flesh. 
The process repeats on my arm and my torso...until....
.
.
.
Look like the dream world around me is shifting by him again...
how long I passed out?

"I don't do math." 

F--- you then, Grave.
"Love you too, J :3 ♥ "


Just first half.
He's not done torturing me yet.
The second half....
...is worse then those saws....
"Its fun! so fun you wish you could just died not playing [this]♥ !"

This is a story from 'Dream Diary' of young man who is [Ultimate Macaulay]; Jasper C. Maker. AKA "Writer Psychosis". at complex the stories, it still his dreams.

How come a person's dream become a game to be played? By the way who decides this and what right they have to indulge into someone's dream?

Keanu and Mythi flabbergasted. They both looked into each other's eyes and nodded in sync. They took an audacious decision and moved towards the right corner.

The clock hits 02:38AM, finally it's her time to wake up. They both thrown out of her dream and his fingers still touch over her eyes.  He quickly moved his finger where as Mythi woke up.

It's like they both travelled a charming, ancient yet contemporary place. He is totally enthralled by her dream. Mythi stood up and drank water and then she took her diary to put down her words.

"Trees, forest, Tunnel, Waterfalls, Cave and a Tip note." It does look like Mythi remembered more than what she usually remembers. She screamed in low voice and felt as if she found how the world is created.

He quietly noticed the things Mythi is doing and moved forward to see her diary. He too felt little happy the way Mythi remembers more than she does in all these days.

He wanted to write everything happened over there for her reference, but he also wanted to not bother her reality much after seeing her messy nightmares. What if she can't get out of her dreams and What if it haunts her forever?

Keanu thought and affirmed himself that no matter what, he will not let Mythi be in her nightmares anymore. He is sure that he will bring her back to normal life just like others.

"Why do I feel these emotions? How does it make me bump into her dream? I have so many on plate to figure out but how will I do that? Anyway for the first time even I feel tired and wanted to sleep deep" Keanu said out loud.

Mythi woke up for her college and it is Monday. Nasina and Lyna called her name when she is almost ready to head back outside.

Both of them noticed the change in Mythi's face. it's not the same puffy and dark patches around her eyes. Soon Lyna asked out, "Mythi,  didn't you dream yesterday? Or did you find something?"

Nasina is Keen enough to look out the answers from Mythi. She said, "Finally it seems I remember more than I do? I will soon gush out the answers for my dream"

"Girlie..Though we are happy for you, but say what happened soon? It seems my mind will explode if you don't answer fully", Lyna said.

Mythi said, "When I woke up on the usual timing, I used to remember only 4 words but this time I remember few more. And as the time goes by, I could remember few extra things."

Nasina asked, "Should I draw and figure out the things for you now?" Mythi thoughtfully replied, "We have plenty of time for that, but let's scoot fast and reach university. It's nearly late already. Come on, guys. Let's go!! Let's run!!!"

Both of them felt happy for the first time seeing Mythi with full Josh. As Mythi said they decided to have their talk later. All of them rushed over and reached university before 5 minutes of the first class.

They laughed hysterically with fast heart beats. The entire class looked at them in questionable gesture. How could the trio laugh hard and that too on Monday morning. Some nuts would have been fell down for all three together.

After the morning classes over, they went to Cafe for lunch. Suddenly Lyna remembered something, "Nasina, I totally forget that today is your first day to meet your future husband." Mythi remembered the Saturday night how nasina got stuck in the game of Lyna.

Nasina said, "Don't even think about it. Just forget if possible and I don't want any free services from you for finding my future husband."

Lyna, "Tsk tsk tsk. Sorry darling there is no going back and I'll give call to him to meet you in the evening. Be ready"

Nasina: "..."

Mythi moved to a new place but still the older dream of her keeps on haunting. She is trying her best to behave like a normal person in the new environment.

But she knows she might fail miserably, hence as usual she plans to keep herself out from everyone. In a drift moment, her life is about to change upside down with the help of her own courage, an unknown soul and her friends.

Love traverses through various journeys in reaching every human's life.

Can love help in solving a mystery or Can Mystery help in finding the love?

Book Cover: I don't own this image
IG Account: @writingdreamjourney

Dear diary,
Hi it's my first time writing diary since I learned how to write a diary. I am Ying, from a faraway land, which is not so popular. 15 age, still growing and learning. Came in USA getting high school scholarship.Today is my birthday and I got this idea of writing diary from Anne Frank which is my birthday duo twin. You will not expect me for falling in love with the guy who is most A-M-A-Z-I-N-G. He is from Japan, and his anime drawing is more than expected. His height is 6.1 and weight 70 kg. I know like every detail of him because I am study gig. I study 8 hours, read 1 hour, sleep 7:30 hour, in inter net 30 minutes. Study is more fun when you take it as enjoying more than annoying. The day is gonna be long today, because it's the last day of school. I am in Sophomore year, where my study time getting more and more. I have high aim and my hobbies, nah let's not talk about hobbies because I am suck at every game except track. Wanna hear about my bestie? She is the hottest girl from school and most of boy came to me for advice. I ignored all of them just in case I am not the middle gossiper. I hate who gossip so there's that time when some boys were gossiping about XXXXXX(about girl). I just can't take it so I punish them in good way( I am being sarcastic). I add today is long day because finally my dream of first love came true. He accepted me! (If you want to hear more than keep reading in my next page)*something cool gonna happen
Your Ying*

That was not the way Kalli Lorenz's path was meant to be. In the dairy, his future self had sent, an entire twelve pages were dedicated to his Preparatory school life and the act of underestimation and how some of the members of this 'silkpants class'  had turned out to be some of the best elites the Alliance had to offer. That had changed the way he interacted with his classmates. Growing up he had always wanted to attend the Alliance Preparatory School and go on Amherst College. When his mother had told him that he had gotten and she had accepted an invitation to Harvey Preparatory School. Towards this outrageous expensive school, Zane had only felt contempt. He knew that most expensive schools offered scholarships for a high ranking in the CAT. He had shelved Harvey as one of those schools and the students as pampered rich kids but a week before he began school, he had gotten a diary from his future self and that had changed his life. He had learnt from the diary that although he was right about Harvey Preparatory School, he should not generalize much and two of the reasons were this people in front of him, Kallie Lorenz and Ren Carter.


 Ren Carter became an incredible warrior and well Kallie was given the title, 'The Red Frost fencer'. His future self did not go into details leaving just a line about her being an ice mage. Zane had spent time wondering if she was called the Red frost fencer because she wore red all in the time in the future or maybe she became a psychopath that loved shedding blood. Nevertheless, it is clear that being a mage was her destined path plus she talked about it all the time so why would she change mind now. Did his interactions with her cause this.

"It is called the Butterfly effect. The idea that a small change can make much bigger changes. Would you like a more comprehensive knowledge on the subject?"

"How much would that cost me?" Zane asked back. 

"The number of books your clearance level can get on the subject is 1430.Would you like to hear their prices in a chronological order"

Zane inwardly swore and revisited the wish of the system becoming human so he could give him a heavy knock on the head. If he listens to him reciting 1430 book titles and their respective prices. Won't he just off himself.

"Of course not. Just calculate the one with the lowest price and tell me"

Zane ignored the calculating... and its corresponding beeps to fully look at Kallie.

"Why would you decide that?" Zane asked. Even Ren was seriously looking at Kallie. This was the biggest decision of her life. It is not one to dilly dally with.

Kallie bit her lips. This problem had kept her awake for many nights. She knew it was not a joking matter.

Steeling herself, "I really want to do something or be something. Everybody wants to be a mage. If I....." She paused trying to explain better what was on her mind.

" You don't want to be just another mage" Zane helped her.

" Exactly" She said, her face screaming 'You are the only one who gets me' causing Ren to snort. He almost felt like laughing but he did not want to ruin the somber mood.


"I have met with the guidance counselor but I feel like he doesn't understand me, I really don't want to fade into the crowd" I really want to worthy of being your friend. Kallie said in her heart. She knew someone like Zane and even Ren were destined for greater heights. Although Zane was a scholarship student like her, she could feel that the teachers did not treat him like other scholarship student.  He had denied it but her instincts told her that Zane had some kind of background, one that was really deep.  And Ren, despite his fooling around, the Carter family had always produced some of the best Swordsmen in Cloudcity, Ren would not be different. If she wanted to stand out, she had to affix herself to a guild or a clan but she was not ready to do that.

Ren scoffed, "I feel like you are thinking too much of this. Archers maybe rare but if you continue with that mentality you would just be another archer."

"What Ren is trying to say in his own annoying way is that you should not think of it like that. A diamond would shine even if it is thrown among rubble. Your intelligence, willpower, perception and constitution are all top class. You are tailored to be a mage. Won't it be more challenging to stand out from a thousand mages than to stand alone as an archer, besides there is still three months to your birthday you can be lucky and find the details of a specialized mage pathway" He gave her time to think about it. He should add pep talk to his many skills.

"Non linear dynamics and Chaos by Steven Stroke"

Zane smiled, his system was very considerate, waiting till Kallie was done. 

"300 points"

Zane's face grew calmer, "hey system do you think points grow on trees"

"Should I make the purchase?"

"You can make it but don't use my precious points to pay for it"

" Is it a yes or a no"

"No!"

He refrained from rolling his eyes, those points were super important to him. He could not wait till he could put them to good news. His eyes glanced through the classroom, his classmates were either in a group chatting or gazing at the screen in front of them. The CAT was just completed and in a hour, the city ranking would be released and after that, the alliance ranking would follow after. He was nervous, according to the diary, he had been ranked first in the city, his alliance ranking was never written. His future self was a bit sadistic, releasing some information and withdrawing the rest leaving him nerve racked. 

The CAT which stands for Chartered Alliance Test or Common Admission Test is the most difficult exam every member of the Alliance must take. It is a full three weeks of mental and physical strain where every attribute of the examiner is analyzed.

Two thousand years ago, the climate changed and  there were geographical and biological consequences. Although mankind survived, life would never be the same again. Earth had turned into a game. To be more honest, the whole galaxy was a game and earth was now qualified to be one of the players. The climate change had altered the geography, buildings and gateways appeared, these were called dungeons, many modern cities were destroyed and the ancient cities rose up again to the surface, these were called ruins. Every human being was connected to the game system and could use the treasures the dungeon and ruins brought. Expect even though it was a game, it was still real life. One could not be brought to life if one died, and one class or subclass could never be change. Everything was permanent, you can't log out. At eighteen, the prefrontal cortex of the brain is developed enough to connect with the game system and a limited amount of five days and two attribute points is given to choose a class. The system would recommend classes according to one's attributes and skills. If your strength is not up to 10 then do not dream about being a warrior and if your intelligence is not up to par being a mage is but a dream. Likewise if your horse riding skill and swordsmanship is not at apprentice, forget about choosing a knight class. 

The CAT and other similar exams is one of the most important achievements of mankind. It has a 93% accuracy of the system status. It gives ample opportunity to brush up your skills before you are eighteen as well as shows off the potential of young students so they picked and trained by clans and guilds with specialized pathways. Everything is tested in CAT from attributes like intelligence, perception, strength to skills like machinery, chemistry and fashion design. Every student would have choose 24 courses when entering Preparatory School and hence will take 24 courses doing CAT.


Zane was really nervous about his exams. He knew it was good enough because it would be the catapult that would turn him from a duck to a Phoenix. After the results of the test  had been announced, his father's family would come looking for him. An amazing story that would leave him as one of the young masters of the Valois family being an envy to many. But according to his diary, that was when his own story of loss and regret would begin. Sometimes Zane wondered if he should just avoid all these troubles but then the memory of the diary would wash over him, that crippling emotion of guilt and grief. His future self had only asked him for five favours and one of them involved protecting Andre de Valois, his estranged father. One of the questions Zane would love to ask his future self is how he, a seventeen year old boy is going to do tha

The creature chuckled, his voice echoing within the empty walls.

"What do you wish for? Youth, Immortality, Wealth, Power? You can be the one above all, I can make you Heaven's favoured child." 
His voice was bewitching, tempting one to the depths of hell..........

Zane looked up, his eyes spoke of deep and suffocating emotions, "I will rather the heavens forget me instead."

"Lukas?" I hear a voice. Is it your voice? Am I dreaming? Was I dreaming? Please tell me it was all a dream? That you're here right now, probably about to throw water on my face so I'll wake up. Or maybe you're still sleeping? Deciding to bunk school again?  
"Lukas?" 
There it is again. 
It's a voice. A voice older than yours. So it's not you, is it? 
I open my eyes. Slowly. I didn't keep my hopes high. Because I'd go crazy if it's you who's standing in front of me. 
The side of my temple throbs with pain but I manage to suck in the groan, not letting it slip out of my tongue. I grunt, raising my head from the bed. Wait....Bed? But I wasn't on a bed before... My face scrunches in confusion as I frantically look around. The person. The intruder. Where is he? I remember he was here. I remember a cloth pushed on my mouth. I remember choking. I remember fainting, for godsake! Where the hell is he?! 
I jump from my bed, suddenly scared, my heart thumping hard. Sweat beading on my forehead, I have an urge to make a run for it when I hear a voice. That same voice. I pause. Stop my movement. I was so shocked by everything that I didn't even notice her standing there. Close to me. 
Mom. 
She's here. She's… here? How? What happened? But I thought-? And they were-? They were gone! How did this all happen? And there was Rickson about to send me a way? And your diary. Where's your diary? I had it in my hands. It was in my bloody hands!
"Lukas?" Her voice is filled with concern, "Luke, what are you doing?" 
"He was here," That's all what comes out of my mouth, "I swear he was here with me."
She frowns in utter confusion. And it only makes my face fall in miserable defeat. He was gone. That damn person was gone. And he took your diary. He took the book. The book which revealed so much then I'll ever bargain for. I run my hand through my hair, realizing your beanie was gone. He took that away too.
"I don't understand what you're talking about," She says, "Who are you talking about?" 
I don't reply to that, instead inquiring another question, "What are you doing here? How did you come back?" 
Her frown grew deeper, "What do you mean? We came back with the car of course."
I shake my head furiously, "But...But you didn't come back yesterday. You didn't. And I waited for so long and I went over to Rickson's and they couldn't find you and I was so scared-"
"Are you feeling alright, honey?" She asks me gently, walking closer to me, but I take a step back. "We came back yesterday – just like we said we would. And there was no DS Rickson and everything was normal. Maybe… You just had a dream." It felt more like she was consoling herself than me. 
"Where's Dad?" I ask, randomly.
"He's having breakfast."
I feel relief when I hear that. At least they're safe.
I bite back an ugly sob, giving out a cracked laugh of insanity. I step away from her, letting myself fall on my bed again. I rub my eyes vigorously with the palm of my hands, trying to make sense of everything. Yesterday night. My parents didn't return. I felt sick and stupidly ran to find help in the pouring rain and got sick. Rickson found me and I told him everything. There was an investigation but that bloody DI Williams with his big mouth-hole ranted about how I should be sent away. I ran back home and discovered how there was no pattern. How children were murdered every random year. As if the killer wanted to people to forget before making the next move. My stomach churned with nausea, trying to shake the thought out of my head. I felt a raw taste like acids in my mouth, almost making me gag. 
"Mom," I don't have the energy to stare at her, so I look at the floor instead, feeling dizzy with all of this, "What happened yesterday?" 
"What do you mean, what happened yesterday?" I could almost feel the painful worry in her voice. 
"Just bloody answer me!" I hiss but stop when I see the horror on her face. I take a deep breath and sigh, and then add, "Please." To sound more… polite.
I look up at her, my hands trembling as I held tightly on the sides of the bed. Her brown eyes showing… as if they had given up on me. Like I had gone completely insane. 
"Please." I try again, pleading.
She hesitates before starting, "I don't know what to tell you, Luke. I mean, you were right there. With us."
"I just have a hard time remembering." I give a tight smile.
"We came back yesterday night and you were in your room doing this assignment on your laptop. I asked you to come down for dinner but you said you felt sick and wanted to call it in for the night."
I let out a short unsure laugh, hoping she's messing with me. Obviously she isn't. 
"Are you-?" 
I interrupt her, "That didn't happen. I didn't do my homework. You guys didn't come like you said you would. This is the game isn't it? I'm in a game… or this is just a dream? I can��t-"
"Calm down, Luke." She placed a hand on my shoulder. I push it away, angrily. 
This can't be happening. This can't, this can't! 
"But there was this person!" I yell, "He had this cloth and-"
"Lukas Wells!" She shouts, disbelief in her eyes, "I honestly don't know what's gotten in to you lately. I only came to thank you for packing up her room." 
I grimace, silence covering me. "I did what…?"
She sighs, resting her head on her hands, knowing what's coming next.
"I didn't do anything to her room." Except for the fact that I read your diary, Jesse, I would have never packed up your room. 
I don't wait for her response, running towards your room at the end of the hallway. It takes an effort to open the door with my fidgeting hands but I manage after a while. I push the door open, revealing your… this isn't your room. It's just a place filled with boxes. Nothing but boxes and empty furniture. 
I could feel Mom standing behind so I swallow the lump in my throat. 
"You did a really good job at it." Mom says, making me more depress. 
"I didn't do it." I whisper.
But she's already heading downstairs. To the kitchen. Ignoring me as she said, 
"Just come downstairs and have some breakfast, Luke. If this is a joke than I'm not finding it funny."
But I didn't do it. It was that psycho. It had to be him. That person who somehow did this. Somehow made everything look normal. Packed every belonging of yours and stole your diary. Mom and Dad won't ever believe me. But I needed someone to tell them that I was telling the truth. Like a… witness, maybe?
All of a sudden, it hit me. 
Rickson. 
He can help me right? Well, he should. That's his job or whatever. 
I run downstairs, this new adrenaline chasing in my blood.
"Where in the world are you going?" Dad calls out, irritatingly, his way of saying hello. 
"I'll be back before lunch." I respond, closing the door behind me. 
Because Rickson might be the only chance to prove everyone that I'm not crazy. 
To prove to myself that I'm not crazy…

Seven months ago, five girls went out camping. The next day, four were found dead. One of those murdered girls was Lukas Wells' elder sister, Jesse. The only girl who survived, blames his sister, claiming that she saw Jesse kill the other girls. Everyone believes her. Everyone except Lukas. 
Now, He's determined to find out the truth, searching for the real killer, But what he doesn't know, that this killer already knows his every step, confusing him before he could even do anything. And all he's thinking now is that maybe he went too far, especially when he finds out that Skylar's younger sister knows more than he thinks.

Cover ain't mine but you gotta admit it's good, right?

In the military courtyard, there was actually more emphasis on equality than in ordinary families.
It was just that these minute details were usually not known by people outside the circle.
It was actually a very simple thing.
Usually, we only hear about news like the rich man's son marrying some celebrity, thinking that they've won big time.
But it is the military and political circles that the stars really want to squeeze into.
But no one's ever gonna marry a star, and to put it simply, they're just having fun.
From the moment they are born, it's already largely decided that their other half must come from equal family background, if not of the same societal status, then at least from a well-off, well-mannered family.
Mother Lin was confident that the Bai family would also choose her daughter. After all, it was obvious.
Right now, she only had one thought, and that was to find an opportunity to teach that poor kid from the mountain a good lesson.
Since they had come here, they should at least abide by their rules!
At five o'clock in the afternoon, just before dusk, it suddenly began to rain sporadically in the imperial capital.
The group of leading children had finally returned.
Bai Zhun was still holding Little Ajiu in his arms. There was water on the ground everywhere, so he did not let her go.
The other children saw the Bai family's car and recognized the license plate number. One by one, they all popped out.
Four out of five came to ask Bai Zhun to copy his homework.
After all, the summer vacation was going to end in seven days. If they did not take advantage of this time to copy what they could, they would definitely be even more behind once school starts.
The most annoying thing was the diary that the teacher arranged for them. Oh my god, how could they make a bunch of big boys like them record their daily lives like little girls?
Would they have to write in their diary: "Oh, the weather is so nice today, I stayed at home and played videos games all-day long?"
Or: "Today, I went to the east courtyard with brother Bai and the others to fight. It was so cool!"
No matter what they wrote, the teacher would definitely call their parents!
Therefore, stuff like homework over summer should not include a diary!
Doesn't this leave with no choice but to cheat?
If they do not want the teacher to criticize them, they can only write: "Today's weather is nice, I read Dream of the Red Chamber at home all day long." (actually playing League of Legends.)
Or, they could write: "It's raining outside, I can't go out with my parents, so I cooked a big dinner for them at home" (actually, I was too hungry when playing LOL, so I made a bowl of instant noodles.)
So!
Teacher, stop playing tricks with us, can you just be a little more sincere! ?
The above were the words of Little Gangster Li..
Little Baldy was unable to understand these things. First of all, she did not know what League of Legends was. Secondly, she had to write a diary every day. She was already used to it.
Thus, a group of boys sat beside the coffee table. They stuck out their little butts and copied their homework. The other few had their noses pointed to the sky as they racked their brains to make up their diary.
Little Baldy also brought her diary over.
She felt that this kind of learning atmosphere was very good, even though Little Gangster Li looked a little silly with a horizontal stripe on his head.
But this did not affect Little Baldy's mood at all.
She lowered her head and her little hands clenched into a small fist, she wrote seriously, "Today, Brother took me out to buy clothes. The clothes are very interesting. Xiao Bai and I have been chasing after our tails. We are really very happy. Most importantly, I even met him. He is even more handsome than in the photo. No wonder so many people like him. Mwah, Wuli Buddha, thank you."
When the child was writing her diary, Bai Zhun was standing behind her, holding a bottle of BLK mineral water in his hand. When the youth drank, the side of his face looked particularly handsome, especially under the fading light. Even the tip of his nose seemed to sparkle gently.
When he saw Little Ajiu write the last sentence, "Most importantly, I even met him."
Bai Zhun frowned. Although many people in his class liked the star called Baili Shangxie, he did not expect that Nine would actually like this type of boy.
"Little brother, I have finished writing my diary." Little Baldy stood up and reached out to touch his stomach. "Should we eat?"
Bai Zhun smiled and looked at the wagging tail behind her. He bent down to feed her a mouthful of water. "Auntie Wang is still cooking. We can eat in a while."
"Okay." Little Baldy listened to Bai Zhun the most. Seeing that he said so, he put his little hands behind his back and looked around at Little Gangster Li and the others. In the end, he came to the conclusion that it was more uncomfortable for these people do homework than to eat durian.
Little Baldy also noticed that Xiao Lin did not seem to need to write at all. He was standing in the living room and playing a game of fruit ninja on the huge screen on the wall.
Halfway through, Xiao Lin got a call and told Little Baldy to play for him.
Little Baldy was also watching at the side just now. She was very smart and already learned how to play. As soon as she started playing, she heard a few rustling sounds.
When Xiao Lin came back, Little Baldy had just done a little somersault. Her tail swept across the ground, landing perfectly.
Xiao Lin was already dumbfounded by what he saw. He looked at the screen again... she had actually broken the record!
He had been trying to beat the record for the entire summer, but it had been broken by a four-year-old child just like that!
No one born in the military courtyard was willing to admit defeat. Xiao Lin narrowed his eyes and pulled out the shooting game. He played a game first. After all, he had handled a gun before, so of course his results were good.
But!
What he did not expect was that Nine was actually a better shooter than him and used less time. It was a total defeat!
"Nine, is this really your first time playing this game?"
"Yes, I didn't even know how to use this gun. I couldn't press the button that first time, or else the streak would not have been broken."
Xiao Lin: ... So the one you missed is because you're not familiar with the equipment?
Xiao Lin turned his head around in shock. He wanted to seek Bai Zhun's comfort. "Your brother, oh no, it's your sister. Is she really not a mechanical genius?"
"You're too stupid." Bai Zhun took the gun from his hand and put on the game headset. There were three bangs, and each shot was precisely in the 10th ring. What's more, the time used was extremely short. Not only did he fire ten shots consecutively, but he also increased the difficulty by one level.
Xiao Lin felt that it was a wrong decision to come to Bai Zhun for comfort. This was clearly a pair of siblings who could torture people to death without even blinking.
After Little Baldy saw Bai Zhun's shooting, it sparked an unprecedented desire in her to fight. She wanted to compete with her brother.
However, Bai Zhun would never compete with her. He brought her to wash her hands and fed the child a big bowl of Hundun.
Hundun was stuffed with cabbage. There were fried dough sticks in it, and it tasted especially delicious.
Little Baldy's belly was so full that it was bulging. Just as she was about to hug her brother to sleep, Bai Zhun said to her, "we can't sleep together anymore in the future..."


She, a 21st century mercenary queen, had crossed over into a tragically betrayed body of a waste. Waste? She will show them what it means to be a waste!
Betrayed? With the Ancient Manual in her hands, she will astonish all the despicable men and cheap women!
Wait! Didn’t everyone say that she was an evil woman which everyone feared? Why is his Third Highness, full of mystery and charisma, so interested in her?

[Fury: Muscle Strength +20, Reflex +19, Brain Cell Strength +17. Special ability: Killer instinct, the ability to perceive the location of the heart with any of the five senses.]
He didn't expect to enter <Fury> right here.
Jiang Chen coldly scanned the bodies without red dots, ignoring the pairs of lifeless eyes staring at him, and finally stopping his sight on Yao Tingting.
Zhao Peng lying in the pool of blood, the teacher struggling on the ground beneath the soldiers, the students, even the soldiers...
No heart.
Everyone was a sham, as though they were nothing but an empty shell.
Including Yao Tingting.
"Oh? How did you figure it out?" Yao Tingting paused for a moment before a smile erupted on her face and stood up naked.
It was a peculiar sight—a smiling girl standing while naked. Beside her was the monster with a ferocious expression about to bring her down to the ground, but the monster was cemented in mid-air.
He looked into Yao Tingting's eyes dispassionately and said, "Because I have an annoying ability, and you happen to have no heart."
Yao Tingting was momentarily stunned before revealing her signature smile again. She then raised her delicate finger and drew in the air, and a holographic screen appeared out of thin air beside her body.
"Hmmm... so that's how it is. Increase in three body stats and a skill that can "see" the heart? This isn’t a friendly bug." A peculiar smile curved on her mouth as she examined the stats on the panel.
"Hehe, although I had formed a variety of conjectures, never would I have thought that..this is a game, right?" Jiang Chen gazed at the beautiful yet pure face as he squeezed the words out of his mouth, "The secret teller, huh?"
Just now, he finally understood the question that had been plaguing him. The effect of Brain Cell Strength +17 as the result of <Fury> was not an increase in intelligence but rather to break through the barrier in his memory and regained his consciousness.
"Oh, almost but not quite. I am the secret protector. Perhaps it's time for the next round?" Yao Tingting clapped her hands in delight.
The secret protector? There were actually two "people"?
The occasional explosion in the sky suddenly stopped, and the war outside came to a halt with the sound of the clap.
The colors of the world began to fade starting from the corner of the stadium as bits and pieces dissipated gradually.
"Do you intend to continue this boring game?" Jiang Chen sneered as he said with disdain.
"Why not?"
The silvery laughter sounded disturbing.
"I am looking forward to your next round of performance." After looking at Jiang Chen one last time, Yao Tingting faded along with everything in that world.
Really?
He looked at the interdimensional bracelet on his wrist. The bracelet's ability was not copied into this world, so there was no way to return to the modern world in the game.
[I just have to rely on other means to break through the game...]
The floor was already disintegrating as Jiang Chen silently watched his body along with the fragments dissipate into the abyss...
-
11 June 2171, summer
The diary only had dates in it, and no other texts had been written in it.
He felt a slight dizziness as though he had just taken a nap, and everything that just happened was like a reverie.
Dropping down the pen, Jiang Chen looked around the "familiar" room.
"Fury is still in effect."
"Could it be because of the increase in Brain Cell Strength that my memory was not erased?" He faintly closed his eyes as he searched for the clues in his memory.
Memory before entering the game was retained, the N cycle memory was saved, and the N-1 cycle memory was missing.
When he opened his eyes, his line of sight caught the diary to the electronic clock on the table.
<7:37 pm>
"So, this is the starting point of the game. Then, all previous memories should be false."
In reality, it didn't feel good to negate the realistic memory one by one. It's as if you're living a great life, then one night you had a nightmare, a mysterious figure told you that the world in the dream was the reality, and when you woke up you'd go into a virtual world.
"Yao Tingting is the secret protector. No, to be more accurate, she should have been replaced by a secret at some point..." That book was a clue, and Jiang Chen desperately searched for the details in his memory. [It appears that when I shared the "spoiler," the secret guardian noticed the discrepancy. It was just a sense of déjà vu, but it had thought that I "recovered my memory"?]
It seemed that from that point on, the book in Yao Tingting's hands disappeared.
That person had been replaced since then.
[So if this is the case, it suspected that I woke up from the hypnotism, so it replaced Yao Tingting's identity and joined the game as a participant?]
Therefore, anyone could be the secret protector.
[Wait, what's the point of this game?]
Frowning, he sat quietly on the desk as he recalled the diary in the activity room on the second floor of the library.
<I was escorted into an underground survival base or a research facility?>
<So what, I have memorized everything!>
<They are crazy. Do they think they can create XXX like this? (Scratched out)>
And Yao Tingting's words:
"I know. I have been paying attention to you."
The identity of the Informant and the secret protector...
All the clues strung together like a key and opened the lock in his heart.
The corner of his mouth slighting raised up as he leaned back on the chair.
[That diary should be the key to breakthrough the game. No wonder the Secret Guardian always tried to keep me away from the library. Whenever I approach the library, it would see all kinds of method to stop me.]
Whether it was the so-called ghost in the library or the furious guard.
What the secret protector didn't know, however, was that the more it tried to cover up something, the more suspicious he became. It can be said that its constant attempt to stop him actually pushed him to where the truth was located.
Even it wiped the memory in his head, it can't wipe the strong feeling of déjà vu.
[Where did I see this before? Did I seem to be here before? I have experienced this before...]
Whether it was the drama airing or the opened activity room, everything had the feeling of déjà vu. Perhaps he was there N-x week ago, but because there was no memory retention; therefore, it ignorantly entered into the next cycle.
<Force Restart> could perhaps seal the memory and remove the clues, but it cannot remove the constant feeling of déjà vu, in the end, this feeling led to finding the evidence he searched for in the previous cycle.
And then because the N's cycle led him into <Fury>, all the evidence was saved to the N+1 week.
If he didn't manage to jump out of the loop, the game would probably go on and on.
"Hehe, what kind of game is this, this is absolutely insane."
[A game designed for the purpose of an experiment. It inhumanely put people into the game like a lab rat. Then simulate the plot, collect data, therefore, allowing the intermediate artificial intelligence to evolve into advanced artificial intelligence? Is this the experiment that the Colonel mentioned in his diary?]
Jiang Chen thought calmly.
[There was still a lot of suspicions. For example, the secret protector is the absolute controller of the game, then I wouldn't be able to beat it at any rate.
But the peculiar cleaning robots, the opened activity room, the diary left as a clue, these obvious bugs are not removed after countless amount of cycles but had been completely preserved. The secret protector even had to interfere with my actions by actively intervening with the plot to prevent me from getting close to the library.]
In conclusion, the secret protector's power in the game is similar to that of a Game Master, but it cannot change the game itself.
Also, if the purpose of the game was to allow it to evolve into an advanced AI by observing humans and collecting data, it wouldn't make sense if it was granted the power to change the game. A good analogy would be: if the measuring data is "unattractive," and someone manually added one or two zeroes in an experiment, then it wouldn't be considered as an experiment anymore.
Its power was limited and not invincible.
Jiang Chen picked up its pen, drew three circles in the diary, and labeled it separately:
Safe Zone, Neutral Zone, and Danger Zone.
"If I perform "illogical" action, then everyone would look at me like I'm a "robot," because of the confused thinking, which will automatically trigger the "Uncanny Valley" effect. The intermediate artificial intelligence may have analysis ability, but too much calculation will result in "lag"? Or "confusion"? On the contrary, basic AI can only respond logically and can't t think, so it does not produce "confusion" and the like. So, NPC should be made up of low-level AI's?" Jiang Chen mumbled to himself as he labeled the school as Danger Zone.
The activity room on the second floor of the library should be the Safe Zone because Yao Tingting couldn't enter it. Jiang Chen wrote it in the Safe Zone.
[Should NATO invasion be considered as an event? Also, to collect data, the Secret Guardian should be in control of the "switch" to advance the plot, otherwise, repeating the same cycle would just result in similar data.] It was an important point, so Jiang Chen jotted it down in his diary.
He pulled out the drawer and saw two movie tickets. A smile appeared on Jiang Chen's face. "If there is no irregularity, then the plot should be: asking her out, confession, watching a movie, possible sex, NATO invasion. It simulated the first love to completed devastation. In this case, any of the scene that could trigger the plot should belong to Danger Zone under the absolute control of the Secret Guardian ."
Yao Tingting's home and the movie theater he has yet to visit were categorized under the Danger Zone.
Because of the incomplete plot in the last cycle, a lot of clues became available Jiang Chen scanned the room and wrote "Protagonist's Home" under the Safe Zone area.
"The street should be a Neutral Zone, whereby it lacks the ability to trigger plot." He flipped his pen and wrote street under the Neutral Zone before he lifted his eyes to look at the digital clock.
<8:07 pm>
It already exceeded the maximum duration of half an hour limit, but <Fury> has yet to be deactivated. Therefore, the passage of time in the game is unequal to the passage of time in real world. In terms of efficiency, the longer the user experienced in the game, the shorter the time passed in reality so the data gathered in the real world time frame will be more...
[Perhaps that I already experienced N cycles, but it may only be a few seconds in reality? With the processing speed of the advanced computer, that is absolutely a possibility; however, it would put a lot of strain on the mind.]
Thinking of this, Jiang Chen let out a breath of relief. The time he agreed on with Sun Jiao was two hours, and if he had been here for a month or two already, he was afraid that it would be then too late to return to the ground.]
[Speaking of that, by letting me activate<Fury>, that talkative thing still expects itself to win?]
The tip of his lips curled up on his mouth.
That's right, in a game that relied on hypnotism, Brain Cell Strength was a huge bug.
Hypnotism would no longer be effective on him.
[From here on in, the "game" officially begins.]


After the nuclear war, ruins stretch across the landscape in the apocalypse.
If you accidentally survived on the wasteland, then you must be ready to face the endless hunger, ceaseless dangers, the mad zombies at night, and the peculiar mutant creatures that are the aftermath of constant radiation.
But for Jiang Chen, this place is heaven.
Mansions standing tall, luxurious cars parked on the street, high tech products and gold abandoned everywhere.
What? You were the president of a game development company before the war? You were responsible for the development of the 3D virtual reality online multiplayer game? Well, that’s great, why don’t you come work for me. Your salary is two pieces of bread a day.
iPhone? Ultra thin design? Don’t you see that the phone I invented is thinner than a condom?
Aircraft carrier? Fighter jets? Oh, I have those things as well, but they are designed for space combat.
Watch the story of Jiang Chen, who possesses the ability to travel through space and time, as he witnesses the creation of an empire stretched across space and time... 




“Aju..” she said, and hugged him. Nothing about Ira had changed, except that she looked weary and had an extra piece of ornament on her face, the nasal prongs. 

“Ira..” he said, and hugged her back. “You look as fine as a supermodel and it seems like you got yourself a boyfriend finally.” he giggled and pointed at Ira’s oxygen cylinder. 

“Kavi, dad.” he said, hugging the other two while smirking at Ira who was pouting and rolling her eyes at him. 

The stadium was filled with handsome boys who were getting ready for their matches. It was a treat to watch faces brimming with anxiety and hope. Everyone around shared the same emotions like one other, the desire to win and the fear of losing. 

“Ooh! That’s a lot of good looks at one place.” Ira and Kavya stated in unison. 

“Girls being girls.” Arjun commented, rolling his eyes. 

“Aju, look at that smoking hot babe.” Ira said, pointing behind Arjun. 

“Where?” Arjun twirled around to catch a glimpse of the lady. 

Ira and Kavya busted out laughing at Arjun’s reflex. Ira controlled herself from showing the pain on her chest through her expressions. 

“Arjun being Arjun.” Kavya commented, rolling her eyes mockingly. 

 

“What are you kids laughing about?” Arjun’s dad said, walking over to them with Mr. Selvan. 

“Nothing, dad.” Kavi replied. 

“Arjun, the tournament is starting shortly.” the coach said. 

“Yes, coach. I am ready.” Arjun replied and smiled at Ira. 

 

Arjun had the luck by his side or it was the pure outcome of his hard work, no one knew but Arjun nailed all his matches. He had lost a couple of qualifiers even though he played alright, but at the end, everything was perfect. The days went by as Arjun slapped his racket into the shuttle and he was there, finally there. He had made it to the finals. A dream not only Arjun’s but his mom’s and Ira’s, was just one match away. 

 

“Ira, tell me some tactics. What if I mess a serve? What about making fouls?” Arjun said, sounding horrified to the core. 

“Wow! It’s like we have gone back in time. You asked me these same questions on the day of your first match. And I replied that I trust you and even now it hasn’t changed. I Trust You, Aju.” 

“I know.” he breathed and pulled Ira into a tight cuddle. 

After receiving his best wishes from his sister, father and coach, Arjun walked to the court. 

 

“LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, THE SENIOR NATIONALS CHAMPIONSHIP 2020 BEGINS” 

 

“WE HAVE MR. ARJUN RAJASHEKAR COMPETING AGAINST MR. SOORYA PRASAD, THE NATIONAL CHAMPION OF 2018.” 

 

“THE TOSS IS WON BY SOORYA.” 

 

Soorya was already an experienced player, but Arjun wasn’t. This thought tested Arjun’s nerves. The shuttle crossed the courts with a blink of eyes. Arjun had greatly improved on his backhand strokes. He couldn’t think of a strategy without knowing the play of his opponent, so he let Soorya play according to his plan. Arjun just made sure that he wouldn’t submit to his opponent’s game, so he played to his defense. 

 

“ARJUN LOST THE SHUTTLE. 16-19, 19-16.” 

 

Arjun hyped his game. He went for a few deceptive shots which he had learnt from Ira’s collection of badminton tricks and mistakes. 

 

“SOORYA FINDS THE NET. 20-19, 19-20.” 

 

The match had got dragged, Arjun and his opponent were fighting fiercely. 

 

“WITH A SMART FAKE SMASH, ARJUN WON THE MATCH. 23-21, 21-23.” 

 

Arjun began the second match with a spectacular service. The match was growing much more interesting. Both the players attempted some terrific shots. 

 

Ira, Kavya, Mr. Selvan and Arjun’s dad were holding their breaths, their hearts pounded inside their chest. They encouraged Arjun with the loudest cheers they could pull off, under the effect of their fast beating hearts. 

 

“SOORYA’S POWER PLAY DOESN’T SEEM TO HELP ARJUN. 24-22, 22-24.” 

 

“WITH ANOTHER CONSECUTIVE POINT, SOORYA WON THE MATCH. 25-22, 22-25.” 

 

Arjun sat down on the chair, panting. He had to win the match. For the sake of his mom and Ira. He stood up, determined to win the match at any cost. 

 

“WITH ONE ALL, THE MATCH IS IGNITED.” 

 

“ARJUN STARTS WITH A LEAD OF 3-0. HE SEEMS TO HAVE A POWERFUL COME BACK.” 

 

The game felt like it was going on for ages. Arjun and his opponent were keeping their score close to each other. 

“Net kill.” by Soorya. 

 

“THE SCORE IS 29-29. GAME IS ON, EVERYONE.” 

 

Arjun was sweaty but steady. One more point, his thirst for winning would be satiated. It was Soorya’s service and he delivered it perfectly. Arjun braced himself and went for a service-smash. It was a risk shot as it might be declared illegal if not timed properly. But Arjun had calculated his move clearly on his mind before executing it. 

 

“ARJUN RAJASHEKAR SCORES THE FINAL POINT AND BECOMES THE NEW NATIONAL CHAMPION. WHAT A MATCH.” 

 

Arjun glanced at Ira, she was sobbing but at the same time, smiling ear to ear, clapping her hands and nodding at him. He had never seen her that happy. 

 

Arjun shook hands with his opponent and ran towards his family. His sister hugged him first, then his father. Before he could reach for his favourite person in his life, his coach called him over so that he could receive the trophy. The swarm of reporters took over from there and Arjun was shot with questions. 

“Arjun, how are you feeling right now?” 

“Arjun, is it true that you are here today for your mom?” 

“Is there something special which drives out the best in you?” 

 

Arjun took a moment to digest all those questions before he could proceed to answer. 

“I am in the seventh heaven right now. Yes, I am here for my mom, fulfilling her dreams. The special person who brings out the best version of myself is my mo...IRA!” His eyes widened at his realization. He ran down the memory lane and it was Ira’s face he saw in every flash of memory. 

“We are in this together.” 

“And you have me, Aju. Always!” 

“I’ll never leave you Arjun.” 

“Aju, what name would you give to our bond?” 

Her voice, her words echoed through his ears. It was her, who was with him in every high and low. She taught him how to live life to its fullest. And the answer to Ira's question was always there, in front of them but neither of them noticed. 

“IRA!” he screamed and ran through the crowd who wanted his attention. He searched the place for Ira, frantically. But Ira was nowhere to be found. 

“Kavi, where is Ira?” 

“I don’t know, Aju. She was here a few moments ago, I don't know where she vanished all of a sudden.” 

“What happened, Aju? His dad asked. 

 

Arjun didn’t stop for anyone. He rushed back to Ira’s hotel room. His excitement of seeing her was turning to fear with every second. He was aghast about something bad happening to her. When he reached her room, it was empty. None of Ira’s belongings were there, except a letter. 

 

Dear Aju, 

 

I am sorry for this. But I can’t afford to hurt you. My treatments did not work and they couldn’t get the donor, I lied to you so that you would focus on your dreams. Even the others don’t know that, I lied to them too and managed to get Dr Raman to play along. I am leaving, Arjun. I’ll never see you again. Thank you for all our legendary eidetic memories, I’ll cherish them till my last breath. And I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you, that saying a simple goodbye is smashing me to smithereens. Please keep me alive in your heart. You are the most beautiful person I have ever known, Aju. Stay yourself! 

 

Love, 

Ira 

 

P.S Tell my mom and Kavya that I love them. 

 

“No, Ira you can’t do this to me. Where did you go? I have to see you now, Ira.” Arjun groaned, running his hand through his hair. He sat down on the bed, feeling miserable. His foot pushed something further under the bed. He bent down to retrieve it and it was a notebook. Arjun opened it to find out it was Ira’s diary. He turned over the pages. 

 

Date: 08 February 2019 

Day: Wednesday 

Time: 10 pm 

 

Dear Diary, 

I saw him today, at a tea stall. Funny, how he had to introduce himself to me when I knew who he was the moment I saw him. Arjun, the boy for whom I started playing badminton. You remember him, don’t you? He told me that he would be my friend, only if I knew how to play badminton. Fifth grade. I can’t believe I am still not over him and I did all this for him. At least he knows my name now. 

…………………. 

Date: 14 April 2019 

Day: Monday 

Time: 10 pm 

 

Dear Diary, 

ARJUN HUGGED ME! It was a beautiful day. He was gorgeous, more stunning than the stars we saw at the planetarium. The secure feeling my dad gave me, I found it with him again. It was a bliss. I wish he was next to me every second. I was happy, after a long time. I am waiting to reveal the truth about who I actually am. I love him. 

…………………. 

Date: 14 June 2019 

Day: Sunday 

Time: 10 pm 

 

Dear Diary, 

Living with him is heavenly. He sees me as his best friend and I am scared to tell him that I love him more than a friend. What if he stops talking with me? But living together with him is proving to be challenging, he distracts me a lot. His smile, the way our eyes connect and his touch! He is beautiful. Urgh why do I love him this much. 

………………... 

Date: 20 July 2019 

Day: Friday 

Time: 11 pm 

 

Dear Diary, 

Arjun is seeing a girl. Weirdly, I am not jealous or hurt. I am extremely happy for him. I think I am already so satisfied with our bond that I don’t care about taking it to the next level. I just want him to be a part of my life always. I feel Ajrun also understands the special bond we share, it's beyond explainable. And Kavya is waiting for the day Arjun and I would fall in love. I am a bit amused about how she could sense our sparks. I am on the top of the world with how things are going on, but if his girlfriend hurts him, I’ll break her face. 

………………….. 

Date: 22 August 2019 

Day: Tuesday 

Time: 9 pm 

 

Dear Diary, 

Why, why is my life a mess? Why did Arjun have to kiss me yesterday, when I am struggling with the fears of my cancer returning? I stood there feeling his lips against mine, it was magical. My body vibrated with wonderful sensations that I had never experienced. If only the time ceased, and the kiss lasted forever and if only I didn’t have to push him away in the dread of hurting him. I am pretty sure I am counting my days, but I won’t let Aju suffer with me. He deserves the best. I waited for him for the past ten years only to find out that I can’t have him. 

 

Arjun was shaking as he cried and cried reading Ira’s diary. She loved him madly and truly, but he delayed in realizing it. His happily-forever-after love story was right in front of him. It was Ira all this time, his dream girl whom he was looking for. 

 

Arjun picked up his phone and called Ira, texted her but there was no response, he continued to call and text her only to get no reply. 

“Where are you, Ira? I just want to see you once. Please!” he cried out to the empty room. 

“I like the trains.” Ira’s voice said, inside Arjun’s head. 

“Yes, the trains. If I am lucky, I’ll find her at the railway station.” Arjun announced to the empty room. He grabbed Ira’s diary and got out of the room. 

 

 


Arjun, a computer engineer and Ira, an ex-badminton champion and cancer survivor has to embark on a journey together in order to fulfil their dreams. Little did they know about the god's play.
Was it just destiny that brought them together or something more? What if Ira's cancer return? What if their friendship is tested? Will their pasts bring them closer?
"God, if you had already marked me, then why him?" she cried.

Leonardo went down after hearing, who is supposed to be his mother, calling him to wake up. he took his diary that he found on his room's table and went down. 

As someone who was a deformed person, he found the feeling of walking on the stairs, strange, but it made him feel indescribable happiness.
'I can walk ' he thought 

When he went down the stairs, he found a tall black-haired woman staring at him with a frown. Seeing that he came down, she went to the corner and sat down to sew something using some feathers and tanned skin.

"Now you woke up. and I thought you would be dead" She was a middle-aged woman, who looked to be in her twenties. She had green eyes, a delicate nose, long black hair, and a slim body. Her beauty was above average yet she was very charming.

"Ah…" Leonardo didn't know how to respond since he doesn't know how his body would react to this. He was planning to read the diaries of his host's body, then know his life and pretend that everything is okay. "I didn't feel well"

"Not well, do you still feel pain in your head " She made a wary expression on her face. She remembered that last night when he came home, he said that he had a headache, then he fell to the ground hitting his head with the chair. There was no bleeding so she assumed he was just tired, and she took him to his bedroom.

"I don't know why, but I still feel pain" Leonardo didn't feel anything, but he played along.

"If it doesn't get better, I'll take you to the doctor. Tsk, if we could afford a Healing-Mage, then this would be all over" She said. It is not that their family was poor, but it was that their household is using the money they gain to invest in two young talents, for one to become a Warrior, and the other to become a Mage. 

"It's okay, I'm feeling better now, " Leonardo said

"Oh, well then, here, eat your breakfast, then go to help your father in the farm" She made a relieved expression, then she went back to sewing.

Leonardo nodded weirdly as he looked to the food on the table. *Grr* his stomach made some noises to show how hungry he was.

He sat down to eat soup with some chicken's wing and a homemade-bread. He started eating and was surprised by how delicious this food was.

While eating, he took his diary and started to read. 
Apparently, not everyone in this world can read and write, to practise his handwriting, his old host made this diary where he recorded the events of his life, which wasn't that much. While reading those pages, Leonardo's brain was showing him pictures, and memories about his life. 

Things seemed to get clear to him, his name is Leonardo Kiri. His family, Kiri family, was a common one, that works for an aristocratic family.

The woman in front of him was his mother, Lamia Kiri, she was 30 years old and he was 16 years old. People in this world marry at very young ages. she was tailer, apprentice tailer whose dream is to become professional and craft magical clothes for adventurers.

The only thing she lacks to achieve that dream is the resources and money that she is trying to save in each possible chance. To advance as a tailer, she needs to buy resources that drop from the beasts from someplace that is called the Dungeon. 

Using those materials to create clothes, would provide her with Experia, that would help her to advance in her skills, and increase her abilities such stamina, dexterity, and most importantly, the experience as a Tailer when she accumulates enough Experia in her body. 

Unfortunately, the materials she needs are expensive, and there is no generous adventurer who risks his life against the monster, who would sell them for cheap.

In this world, there are a few blessed people, who were born with a talent that allows them to have super abilities, fight the monsters and venture in the Dungeon. Some are blessed with agility, some are blessed with strength, and some are blessed by having Mana that come with wisdom and allow people to use magic.

Those fighters are divided into different major classes, and each class has its specialized class with its own strong points and weaknesses. Those fighters are called either, adventurers in general, or by their Class name, such as Warrior, Mage, Archer, and so.

To advance their strength, they would have two ways, train and meditate for days and nights, or by forming parties and going inside the Dungeon, to slay monsters, get money treasures, and most importantly, they would get the Expelia, which allow them to get to hasten their training and increase their results.

Experia was magical energy, that would be provided by slaying the monsters in the Dungeon, or making materials from the leftovers of the slain monsters. 

When Experia accumulate in the body, the body and soul would advance, and get a boost in their parameter according to their talent, and there would be a small chance to use some of it to increase other parameters by training.

With each Experia major accumulating, there would be a level up, and with many level-ups, there is a rank up.

Leo remembered all of this while looking to his diaries, it was common knowledge in this world. He also got other details, the reason why his family doesn't have enough money to buy materials, wasn't because they are very poor, but because they are using their money to invest in two persons in the family.
 
The first one was his big brother, who was found to have the talent to train his Battle energy, so he was sent to the Warriors Academy of this kingdom to become a warrior. His family pays a heavy price for his education fees.

The second one was his cousin, who was found to be able to sense and use Mana, which was due to her born with high wisdom. Both of his father and his uncle's house is working to provide her with money to enter the institute of magic this year.

Leonardo, while being tested as a young person, didn't seem to have talent in any field, his wisdom was average, agility was average, and anything about him was average, except the physical strength that he gained through working in the fields. With his handsome face and charisma were the only exception, but that won't make him turn into a warrior.

While reading details about His cousin, named Camellia, Leonardo frowned as a group of memories were playing through his mind. He and she were under the tree, hidden from everyone, and exchanging kisses. 

Leonardo closed the diary and looked in front shocked, did he just now see…wait, this isn't game, but a world based on a game. 

He flipped some pages to see what year is this. According to what he remembers from the trailer of this game, this world was named The World Of The Seven. In the year 1000, the second major war would happen between the races, and the beasts from the Major Dungeon would unleash strong energy to summon their master, who would guide the mystical beasts and destroy this world.

Apparently, there are no records of what year is this in this diary. This was a very important question since Leonardo wanted to know if he is going to live the apocalypse here or not.

There was one way to know. He turned his face to the woman who was focusing on sewing some shoes.

He hesitated a bit before saying "M...Mother, which year is this"

Hearing his question, Lamia was stunned, what kind of questions is this, accidentally the needle in her hand missed the shoe and ruined the process of sewing. This had her turn angry since she would have to repeat the process all over.

" Tsk. What is wrong with you, its year 979, and you are 16 years old."

"Ah, my bad, my head didn't feel well so I had to make sure that I didn't lose my memories " hearing her angry tone, and seeing that he disturbed her from something important, Leonardo forced a smile and apologetic face.

'979 years, oh luck, I have 21 years for the Apocalypse.
'21 year is a long time, Guess I won't bother my self with it today. I'm healthy again and I'm going to enjoy it'

"Now, if you are done from eating and has nothing else to do, that you should go and help your father to plant the see"

Leonardo decided to play along. Anyway, he was happy that he can walk and move, so he didn't mind helping the rest of his family. He stood up and walked toward the door.

"Didn't you forget something"

"What" Leonardo turned when he heard her calling him.

His mother smiled and pointed to her cheek with her finger. Leonardo still clueless, then his memories pocked him, a kiss. Now that was a bit hard to kiss a woman that you only met now, and she was very charming in his eyes, so it was hardly a bit to kiss her just like that, let's not forget that she is his mother.

" You know, I will be sad if my son doesn't give me my morning kiss, right" She pretended to start crying.  

"Fine" Leonardo sighed, he forced himself to go and kiss her smooth cheek. responding to his action she smiled and asked him not to overwork himself and she would make him something delicious for dinner.

Leonardo didn't want to make the conversation take a long time since he felt very weird. He just nodded to her words and got out.

Leonardo, while trying to live his last moments happily using an advanced technology. He finds himself alive, in the world of the game he was trying to play.

How will he live in a world full of magic, warriors and Dungeons, with a society where the nobles and the commoners, the strong and the weak live differently.

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