"May 13th, Cloudy. Sister's condition has worsened again. She's locked herself in her room and refuses to come out or eat. I had no choice but to go out on my mission."
"May 18th, Sunny. Today I bought Sister's favorite orange candies. She smiled and thanked me. It's been so long since I've seen her smile."
"May 19th, Cloudy. Today Sister tried to commit suicide again. Fortunately, I came back in time. I begged her not to do anything foolish, but she said she couldn't take it anymore."
"May 20th, Rainy. Wanted to invite Ji Mengyao for drinks today, she said definitely next time."
"May 24th, Heavy rain. Stayed home today. Sister made seafood porridge. Although we only had some dried shrimp, it was still delicious."
"May 25th, Rainy. Wanted to invite Ji Mengyao for drinks today, she still said definitely next time."
Ning Yu flipped through the pages for a long time. It was all mundane daily matters with no valuable information.
There wasn't even any information about his abilities written down. Perhaps these were things he didn't want to record.
Most entries were about his sister. It was clear that Wan Heng cared deeply for her.
"June 2nd, Sister is almost out of medicine. I must figure something out. I've asked around the entire base but there's no medicine available. Looks like I'll have to go exploring myself."
The handwriting became increasingly hurried after this, not even noting the weather anymore.
"June 7th, There's hope for Sister's illness!"
The diary ended abruptly there.
Ning Yu's gaze lingered on the last sentence, her brows furrowing.
There's hope for Sister's illness?
The handwriting was very messy, but you could tell the writer was extremely excited.
This made her consider a possibility:
Someone must have told Wan Heng about a treatment method, or a place where he could obtain a large quantity of medicine, which made him so excited.
Perhaps his last erased mission was related to this.
"Little Yu, what are you reading?"
Shen Yiyue walked over and found Ning Yu reading a notebook without a cover under the light, instead of the familiar copy of "The Stranger."
Just as she came around to Ning Yu's side and caught sight of the writing and dates, she quickly turned her head away, saying:
"Ah, sorry, I didn't realize it was a diary. I didn't mean to peek."
"Silly, this isn't my diary."
Ning Yu explained, closing the diary and setting it aside.
"Oh? Then whose diary is it?"
"It's Wan Heng's."
Shen Yiyue looked puzzled. Seeing her curious expression, Ning Yu gestured for her to sit down.
She opened a bag of chips and handed them to her.
Then she recounted the day's events to Shen Yiyue.
After listening, Shen Yiyue remained silent for a long while before finally speaking:
"So in the end, she still chose to..."
"Mm."
Ning Yu nodded.
Shen Yiyue suddenly reached out and held Ning Yu's hand, the gesture now natural and practiced.
"It's not your fault, Little Yu. You already saved her once."
Hearing this, Ning Yu smiled and shook her head:
"I haven't thought that much about it."
"Did you find anything in Wan Heng's diary?"
Shen Yiyue asked another question.
"Nothing yet, but I have a feeling he was murdered."
That was just Ning Yu's speculation for now.
In this seemingly peaceful Ark Base, there seemed to be something unspeakable lurking beneath the surface.
This feeling of unease was something that, given Ning Yu's personality, she very much wanted to eliminate.
The two fell into silence for a moment. As Shen Yiyue ate the chips, Ning Yu suddenly realized something.
This girl had just eaten not long ago and was already snacking again, though admittedly it was because she had handed her the chips.
"Oh right, Little Yu, I recently discovered something strange."
Shen Yiyue suddenly spoke up as if remembering something.
"Oh? What is it?"
Ning Yu turned her head to look at her, watching as Shen Yiyue got up and went to the kitchen to fetch a fruit knife before returning.
Ning Yu observed her quietly, waiting for her next move, but showing no signs of wariness.
Shen Yiyue sat back down with the fruit knife, rolled up her sleeve, and was about to make a cut.
"Hey, what are you doing?!"
Ning Yu moved much faster than her, reaching out to firmly grab Shen Yiyue's hand, clearly afraid she might hurt herself.
"Hehe, are you worried about me?"
Seeing Ning Yu's lightning-quick reaction, Shen Yiyue suddenly felt a warmth in her heart and gave Ning Yu a playful smile.
"Why don't you explain why you're doing this?"
Ning Yu didn't directly answer Shen Yiyue's question, instead continuing to inquire.
"Hmph, I'll take that as you being worried."
Seeing how Ning Yu cleverly dodged the question, Shen Yiyue pouted before saying:
"Trust me, just watch."
Hearing this, Ning Yu finally released her hand, curious to see what she would do.
The fruit knife made a shallow cut on her delicate white arm, causing Shen Yiyue to furrow her brows slightly.
Blood immediately began flowing from the wound, running down her arm.
Then Shen Yiyue raised her other hand, placing it near the wound as if preparing to do something.
What happened next was incredible:
The bleeding wound began to heal, and at a visible speed.
But rather than healing, it was more like a reverse playback, as the blood that had flowed out actually returned to the wound in reverse.
Soon, her arm was completely intact again, as if nothing had happened.
Ning Yu's eyes widened as she watched this miraculous scene.
"This is...?"
She couldn't help but ask in confusion.
"I just discovered this ability today. No wonder I didn't feel anything when I took those potions before. It must have transformed into this new ability."
Shen Yiyue lifted her head proudly, wearing an expression that said 'Look at me, aren't I amazing?'
"Can you be more specific?"
Ning Yu pressed on, wanting to know the exact nature of the ability.
"Well, basically when I focus completely on watching something, I can see the reverse process of certain destruction or movement, and then make it play backward in reality."
Shen Yiyue stroked her chin with her thumb and index finger, appearing deep in thought.
"Does it work on things and people other than yourself?"
Ning Yu immediately began analyzing.
"Yes, it does. I discovered it by accident today when it worked on... um... snacks, hehe."
When mentioning food, she suddenly became a bit embarrassed, as if worried it made her seem like all she thought about was eating.
Ning Yu thought for a moment. Besides working on objects, the effect on people essentially meant she was like a walking healer?
It seemed like she'd struck gold - in the future, she could focus on attacking while Shen Yiyue supported her from behind?
No, wait - it seemed this ability required physical contact with the target.
Thinking of this, Ning Yu suddenly took the fruit knife from Shen Yiyue's hand and made a cut on her own hand.
Seeing Ning Yu suddenly following suit with self-harm, Shen Yiyue quickly reached out to stop her, but it was too late.
Ning Yu was much faster than her and had already made a cut on her hand.
"Little Yu, what are you doing?!"
She hurriedly questioned Ning Yu, who just smiled at her:
"What's wrong, are you worried about me?"
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
