"Chen Sijin, is this your stupid diary?"
Chen Yiwei barged into the boy's room, holding a yellowed diary. In front of the dazed Si Jin, he slowly opened it and read it aloud without regard for her privacy.
"At 0 years old, this time the world was actually a rebirth, and there were no plots of the original owner being bullied. I found it novel, so I asked Xiao Yao to record it in the form of a diary."
"At the end of the last world, I think I heard A Yuan's voice. I wonder if I'll ever be able to meet him again."
"At the age of 5, he went to the same kindergarten as Xiao Ayuan. He told me: 'Master, it is my dream to grow up with you.'"
"Seven years old. I don't know why, but I can't contact Xiaoyao anymore, and my memories are getting more and more blurred. Sijin, don't forget that you are a god, you are a god!"
"Why would I keep such an absurd diary at the age of 8? Do gods really exist? If they do, can they save my brother and me and stop us from suffering like this?"
"Ten years old, A-Yuan is so strange. Why does he sometimes call me Master? Is he playing a role-playing game?"
“When I was 11, that man didn’t like me having contact with A Yuan, so he made me drop out of school, took me away, and locked me in a dark little room. Day and night, he made me practice puppetry and taught me how to turn living people into puppets. I didn’t want to learn, so he beat me and cursed me. I can’t even count how many ribs I’ve broken.”
"I'm 13 years old. Lately, my mind has been getting emptier and emptier. The only things I can remember are my own name and my younger brother, who was imprisoned by that beast."
"Who is A Yuan again? He seems to be a very, very important person. I need to write his name down five hundred times every day to remember it."
"19 years old..." By the time he reached the last page, Chen Yiwei had lost his patience.
He slammed the diary shut, glaring angrily at the vacant-eyed boy before him: "That man, that beast, Chen Sijin, I'm your father, and this is how you write about your father in your diary?"
"You call yourself a god? How ridiculous! If you're a god, then pigs can fly!"
"You're no use keeping this piece of junk, I'll burn it!"
After saying that, Chen Yiwei lit a lighter and burned the diary in front of Si Jin.
Si Jin felt a sharp pain in her heart, and looked up, wanting to snatch it away.
But long-term mental control has robbed him of the courage to redeem himself and protect himself.
The outstretched hand was eventually lowered, and the eyes drooped in a daze.
As far as the eye could see, there were his own hands, and on the back of his hands, there seemed to be a few more lines, the kind of lines only a puppeteer could see.
"I'm almost turning into a puppet too." Si Jin murmured to herself, "Human... puppet."
"Stop spouting this nonsense!" Chen Yiwei cursed. "I've found you someone new. He's broke and willing to sell himself to be your puppet."
"You'd better hurry out and find someone to practice your puppetry skills."
"There's a circus performance at the end of this month, and you're going to perform with him. If you still can't make money, I'll take your good-for-nothing brother's ribs and give them to you, you hear me?"
Seeing Si Jin nod in a panic, Chen Yiwei snorted with satisfaction: "You bastard, I'm leaving."
As he left, he deliberately stepped on Si Jin's burnt-to-ash diary and stomped on it several times.
Chen Yiwei left, and Si Jin remained sitting in her chair, still in a daze.
It took him a full ten minutes to react before he squatted down to pick up the torn pages of the diary.
But as soon as he squatted down, he heard Chen Yiwei's screams of pain as he was being beaten outside.
Soon after, the sound of steady, powerful footsteps could be heard.
The person seemed to be standing behind him, their voice gentle, as if it could melt water: "Jinjin, it's been a long time. Do you still remember me?"
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There is no original owner in this world. Jinjin needs to save himself. Jinjin has no memories in the early stages, but they will be restored later.
However, the Little Heavenly Lord's true form will always protect him and not let him suffer any injustice.
As for the other questions, they will be gradually revealed as the plot unfolds.
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