[June 1, 6798]
The devil's game doesn't care whether we love this world or not, nor whether we hate the game or not; it seems that it only hopes that we don't hate the beings here.
What does it really want us to do?
"Waiting for a war."
This is the conclusion we reached after countless discussions.
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[July 7, 6798]
She really didn't want to participate in the devil's game. Sometimes you have to stay in a game for several months. How did she manage to survive it?
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[Mountains 6798, August 19]
I heard her nightmares have changed.
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[September 1, 6798]
She asked me to buy her several bottles of sleeping potion.
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[September 16, 6798]
Today I asked Maple Syrup if she didn't dislike her, but rather admired her.
Maple Syrup: "Your language is really foul."
It's funny, she got anxious before I even said who it was.
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[October 12, 6798]
Why are her dark circles even worse than mine?
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[November 1, 6798]
What exactly is this new nightmare?
When we get together, she often sits in a corner lost in thought, as quiet as a cold, gentle snowflake.
What is she in pain about?
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[Mountains 6798, December 15]
She said she could see how happy her other self was.
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This concludes my diary entry.
Yu Xunge closed her eyes and leaned against the crooked tree trunk, the [Raging Moon] used for lighting swaying gently beside her ear.
The words on the last page of the diary were imprinted in her mind like a magic mark, lingering there.
Was she happy? A question she never considered.
It's quite possible that the Demon Game didn't show the Mountain Song enough fragments—the tranquil mountains are clearly concealing part of the truth about the chaotic starry sea.
Or is it that his most painful moments were also moments of happiness for her?
She took out the half of the ruby called "Tyrant's Game" and the old carving knife called "Lullaby" from her pocket.
After sitting quietly for a while, she put the diary, the gemstone, and the carving knife into the gashapon machine.
Xuexiang is probably in chaos right now. Should she go back and check on it?
B80's voice echoed in her mind: "Your teacher, the little elf, asked you if you had acquired something good, and the Mountain Mist Blade personally went out of the city to track you down."
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