[November 15th, cloudy with showers, temperature between 10 and 15 degrees Celsius.

I'm still working on this nameless island today. Even though it's my day off, this kind of high-paying, free-for-all job that requires no education or skills can't come without a price. Sacrificing rest time is probably one of the most annoying clauses in the contract I signed with my boss... But never mind, the salary is so good, after all. Once I save enough, I'll just go back to the city. Then I'll have plenty more time to enjoy myself.

But the weather on this island is really bad. Shouldn't it be summer in the Southern Hemisphere? Why is it so cold and raining every day?

On November 16, the weather was cloudy, with heavy rain and the temperature was five degrees Celsius above zero.

I shouldn't have been such a pessimist yesterday. The rain was so heavy today that it washed away a pair of pants I had hung outside to dry. Damn it, I only have two pairs of wearable pants.

In the afternoon, the boss insisted that we stand guard in the rain, saying something like, "The federal situation has been tense these days, and someone might take the opportunity to sneak in."

Bullshit! Who would steal from an ordinary food manufacturing factory? Are they short of pigs?

It's so cold, so cold, so cold! I should have put on a leather jacket before going out. My hands and feet were frozen from guarding the door. I finally took a hot shower before bed. My colleague said he's been hearing strange, rustling noises for the past two nights and suspects mice have entered the dorm. This guy might be a bit timid. Betas are just trouble. The boss doesn't need the money, so why not build a couple more dorms?

Can you do whatever you want without an Omega? That's sexism!

On November 17th, the weather was cloudy with showers and the temperature was eight degrees Celsius above zero.

The weather forecast said that the temperature today would be higher than yesterday, but I didn't feel it at all.

I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect, but I also felt some strange noises in the dormitory in the middle of the night last night. Should I buy some rat poison?

Damn the weather! It didn’t rain continuously today, but it was windy and thundering. I guess a typhoon is coming soon. I hope the dormitory is sturdy enough. I don’t want to raise sea fish indoors.

I went out to stand guard again this afternoon. Stupid boss.

At night, my neighbor, Beta, always nervously complains that his things have been rummaged through. He insists he's locked the doors and windows, but he still wakes up in the middle of the night to the sound of shuffling papers. He keeps a handwritten diary, just like me, so I guess the strong wind is blowing in through the window.

I asked him why he didn't open his eyes and look, and he said he didn't dare.

Seriously, even though society always talks about gender equality and all that shit, some jobs are just not suited for delicate, fragile people like Betas and Omegas. Isn't it good to stay home and do housework and raise children? Why do we have to suffer this hardship? I can't understand.

The lights were turned off early tonight because I heard there would be hail.

I never want to come to this damn place again.

On November 18th, the weather was cloudy but there was no rain.

A damn rat! What did I say before?! That thing can't possibly be a rat! (Large scratches and shaky, illegible handwriting) How could a rat possibly grow that big? I've seen pictures of mutant animals caused by genetic mutations on the Starnet, but even the creatures mentioned in those scare stories released by the media are definitely not as terrifying as what I saw last night!

I was awakened in the wee hours by the sound of hail pounding against the window. The floodlights outside were on, and I vaguely saw it standing at my desk, flipping through my diary. With that appearance, how could it possibly understand human language? What the hell was that creature?!

(Again, there are many black marks crossed out with a pen)

My colleague might not have had any delusions... I was clearly awake when it was moving around the room, but I didn't dare move. I could only watch it rummage through everything in my room, then just open the window and leave... I don't know if it can fly, the window was open and closed so quickly that hail was everywhere, and my eyes were sweating and sore and painful...

What should I do? Should I tell my boss about this? Could this be one of their inventions? If I tell anyone, will I be arrested for leaking trade secrets?

November 19th

It happened again last night and it drove me crazy. I had to go ask my colleagues about it.

My colleague said he felt fine yesterday. It seems that the monster gave up on him and came to me?

What on earth is it? 】

The dormitory door slammed shut, and John's fingers trembled in surprise, causing the ballpoint pen he was holding to drop to the ground with a clatter.

He suddenly closed the diary and looked behind him in fear.

Another of John's colleagues looked at him in confusion. "What's wrong with you? I just came to tell you that Laurie is taking the afternoon off and you have to take his shift."

"Laolaolaoli asked for leave?" John asked stutteringly with a sleep-deprived look on his face.

"Yeah," the colleague said nonchalantly, "You know he's been a little off lately. He always feels like someone is out to get him. Haha, it's not some famous work, so who has the time to peek into his diary? We're all so busy we can't keep up."

"…Why did he ask for leave? Did the boss agree?"

"I can't help but agree," a colleague sighed. "Laurie said he saw an eye growing out of the door and staring at him yesterday afternoon while on guard duty. He also saw traces of black tentacles like octopus legs scuttling through the surrounding grass. We all said he was mistaken, but he refused to admit it and was terrified."

"There was a report on Starnet a while ago about an eye appearing in the northern part of the city. It's said to be the Federation's latest reconnaissance weapon. I suspect Laurie is hallucinating from reading too much news. Even if it's real, it's definitely under the control of the government and the military. What's there to be afraid of?"

Normally, John would join him in laughing at Laurie's cowardice, but today, the strong Alpha strangely didn't say a word.

His colleague thought he hadn't slept well: "How about I tell the boss that you can sleep alone in the room this afternoon?"

John shuddered. "No! No! I don't want to be here alone!"

"...What? What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing." John looked at his colleague's relaxed expression, knowing that his colleague wouldn't believe him even if he told him. He had to grit his teeth and pretend nothing had happened. "I just didn't sleep well. I'll wake up after standing outside in the cool breeze."

**

"The Zerg haven't made any moves in a while, and there's no news from headquarters either." A young man with black hair and blue eyes, wearing a plain T-shirt and jeans, sat on the windowsill and said seriously, "But we can't slack off here. The divine remains in the sea are just one of the raw materials being used; the source lies in the ruins beneath our feet."

"I have urged them to work hard." The portly, middle-aged man, who was nominally the owner of a food processing factory but in reality the manager of the ruins and a devout believer in the Church, bowed deeply and humbly tried to curry favor with the young man in front of him. "Don't worry, under my supervision, nothing will go wrong with the ruins!"

"You're too absolute." The black-haired boy looked back out the window, "Has anything strange happened recently?"

The boss hesitated slightly, remembering the Beta who was on the verge of mental collapse and rushed into the office to ask for leave from him with incoherent words.

"...Nothing." He thought for a moment and said calmly, "But the weather has been terrible lately. Many of the lower-level employees have to face storms at night after a hard day's work, so they're a little emotionally unstable."

The boy thought for a moment: "What can I do to subsidize them? A raise in wages?"

Oh, there will be extra money in my wallet, praise the gods.

The boss was so overjoyed that tears welled up on his face, his face filled with emotion. "You're so kind! I'll report this to my superiors and thank you on their behalf!"

"It's a small matter." The young man waved his hand and continued to stare at the fine drizzle outside the window. He didn't even know when the middle-aged man said goodbye and left.

**

Azathoth retracted his tentacles.

Azathoth closed his eyes.

Hugo summoned back his makeshift robot, which was made from scraps and was so crudely crafted that its external structure was oddly shaped.

The android was holding a fake eyeball that looked incredibly like real flesh, tossing it up and catching it, having a blast playing with it. He casually asked Azathoth, "Did you find anything?"

Anyway, there are definitely more things than what you see when you go out and scare people in the name of investigation.

Everyone around here is one of our own. Azathoth, without his hood on, rolled his eyes inwardly and said calmly, "I've counted how many pigs and chickens there are in the farm."

Hugo suddenly became interested: "How much is it?"

"1,420 feet, 413 heads."

"Oh," Hugo said, "297 pigs and 116 chickens. What do they keep them for? Can they eat them all?"

"I heard the boss was originally in the breeding business," Igor replied. "I guess he managed to expand his business while guarding the gate."

"He who remembers his roots is a man of talent." After Hugo finished speaking, he turned around and saw Wendy looking at them with a bewildered expression.

The little girl opened and closed her mouth and asked in a low voice, "How did you calculate that?"

"..." The android suddenly remembered that there was a child here who hadn't graduated from elementary school. It said with a broken heart, "I'll explain it to you when I get home, or I'll let Azathoth tell you personally...Haven't you learned it on your own before? Haven't you learned about chickens and rabbits in the same cage or simple equations?"

"I haven't seen it yet," Wendy said, tears welling up in her eyes. "I started with Chinese and History."

Even if they are of the same gender, everyone has different strengths and weaknesses.

For example, Erica's composition has always been hovering around the passing line, while Wendy has already started to get ready to write fan fiction based on her own imagination.

For example, a math problem that Erica can solve in ten minutes, Wendy may never understand the calculation steps in her entire life.

People cannot understand each other. So said Victor Hugo, a contemporary scholar and master of both arts and science.

They put this sad topic aside for the time being and decided to wait until nightfall to go down and take a look inside the blocked ruins.