Chapter 3807 Nana’s Diary

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This is Anna Yasuna's private diary. It is not meant to be recorded or circulated. It is all based on the dream of the body, which is uncontrollable and helpless. It can only be used to pass the time.

(The following is an excerpt)

Perhaps we should use more straightforward language. Since it is a dream, why continue to embarrass yourself?

At some point, I suddenly woke up and realized that I was dreaming. I thought it was a strange experience. After many twists and turns, I finally realized that maybe what I was experiencing was a hundred times more strange than I expected.

I couldn't wake up from the dream. I tried hundreds of ways to wake myself up, but all ended in failure.

Without any reason, at a certain moment, I suddenly had an intuition and realized that maybe this dream was the last stage of my life, and I would die in this dream.

This understanding is getting clearer and stronger, and I can die in my dream without any pain or care. Perhaps it is God’s last mercy for me. The act of deliberately keeping a distance from other people should be fruitful, my tribe. You won’t feel sad because this insignificant princess like me disappears... maybe?

I don't quite understand why they have deliberately kept a distance from each other. From birth to now, they have only gone out less than once a year. Many people in the tribe may not even be able to see clearly what I look like. Why.

Is everyone’s support and love so enthusiastic that it scares me? Is it just because of my status as a princess? It’s completely incomprehensible and it’s a heavy yoke for me.

Stop thinking about the cumbersome things in reality. They are meaningless to me who is about to die in a dream.

This body brings me too much pain and fear. I want to live well, but I have to face possible death in the next second. I want family and friends, but I have to face the loneliness of deliberately alienating myself. I want to travel around the world. , but had to face the despair of being unable to move forward.

I want to confirm again whether this is God’s last gift to me. All the regrets and hopes may be answered in dreams.

I hate myself for having too beautiful illusions. It is precisely because of this naivety that I fall into deeper despair again and again. I should have realized that everything in the dream is false. The so-called friendship is just self-directed and self-acted. The one-man show, the grassland, the sea, the forest, the snow-capped mountains, cannot be completely presented with words and imagination. The false friends and the false world seem to be laughing at the false self.

Can I really be considered alive in this world?

You can't continue to be depressed in your dreams, try to think about something better.

I thought about it, at least now I can have a healthy body and no longer have to worry about a breath leading to fainting or a cough leading to death.

There is a saying, false friends are also friends, you are right, Anna.

I am tired of this world.

I don’t want to talk or write.

Could it be that the death I perceived was death of loneliness and despair in the dream? Why is God so cruel to me?

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Appeared! Appeared Appeared Appeared Appeared Appeared Appeared! ! ! ! !

An outsider who does not belong to this world, does not belong to my dream! ! !

Calm down, Yasuna, take a deep breath, do it again, take a deep breath, yes, you are no longer the same person as you were before, you are not afraid of breathing in the dream, yes, that's it, keep taking deep breaths, keep taking deep breaths, stay calm!

After calming down, he restrained the urge to find the other person immediately, and secretly observed that he might be a bad person.

In other words, he is the one who comes to take his own life!

Wearing a strange cloak, he doesn't look ugly, but he doesn't have any distinctive features. If you don't pay attention, you will forget his appearance. He is completely stunned by the scene on the street. Hum, I, the Great Horadric, have the best magic skills in the world!

Heading straight to the inner city! The guard who was more strictly scrutinized was stumped and began to talk to himself and dance in the air. He was indeed a weirdo. It was a wise choice not to contact him immediately.

I changed into a mage robe and wanted to sneak in. Should I let him go? Forget it, let it go, you must find out the other party's identity and true intentions.

Coming straight to me! How does he know I'm here? ! Does he know that I am the master of dreams? Why? ! what do I do? !

I was unprepared for the collision, so fast. I had obviously planned to observe it secretly for a while, and it caught me off guard.

The ending was more unexpected than the beginning. I was caught off guard. I thought he was a killer, taking my life cleanly, or a hero, rescuing me from the never-ending dream, but I never thought it would be like this. , the other party turned out to be... in Anna's words, like a monkey suffering from eye disease?

Because the scene was so silly, I subconsciously pressed the alarm and he was taken away by the guards.

He came out and was released after answering some strange questions.

I realized that there was something wrong with the dream, not just because of the appearance of a strange man, but also because those strange questions were not all caused by my own will, but also by Anna... However, I couldn't find anything out of the ordinary, maybe it was because I was too much. I'm worried, maybe...

Perhaps the creation of Anna caused her to have a split personality? Anyway, none of this matters anymore.

He's here again, what does he want to do? What's the purpose? You actually asked to meet directly. Very good. Let’s go straight to the point. I accept your challenge, princess.

Tarasha? You can tell at a glance that the other person is lying. In that case, I'll give you a fake name.

The moment I said "Asuna" I was really scared. Was it really just a coincidence?

Facing a mysterious enemy (to be determined?), not only the name must be disguised, but also the character. The innocent, ignorant, well-behaved and timid Princess seems to make it easier for the other party to relax their vigilance. Okay, I admit that it is a bit of a true character. Element.

When we met, the atmosphere was much better than I expected. Just like the impression I had when our eyes met for the first time, he was a man who looked a little...somewhat like a monkey, but he didn't look like a bad person.

You can't relax and have to be alert all the time, but it's really fun to chat with him, and it's also fun to be bullied by Anna. Is this what it feels like to chat with friends?

It's my turn to play my cards. How will you respond to my request? He actually agreed, and the way the eyes of the artifact glowed when he heard it was really...didn't he know that this was a dream?

Oh my God, I actually stole the fountain statue outside the city in public, and it was also the weird fish statue. From now on, I seem to be more worried about him than worrying about his unknown origin, identity and purpose. of intelligence and taste.

He used unknown means to make the statue smaller and made it into a pendant. He accidentally exposed it when he denied the theft. It was so dramatic that I almost couldn't help but laugh out loud. Either he did it on purpose or he was an unlucky guy. I accidentally pressed the alarm again. I'm really sorry, but it's funny to lie seriously. I apologize to Mr. Monkey again in my heart.

Let me explain in advance, I definitely don’t ask Anna to bully the other person again and again because it’s fun. It’s because, yes, I do it because I want to stimulate the other person and expose the other person’s identity and intentions when their emotions fluctuate violently.

Being able to create such a huge escape channel under my nose, I should re-evaluate him. Based on Anna's opinions, I came to the following conclusion: He has strong limbs but a simple mind.

All joking aside, I gradually felt that he must not be an assassin. Otherwise, with the ability he showed, it would be easy to assassinate me without having to go through so many circles. In other words - the hero who came to save me? Although I'm sorry to say this, I hope that the ability value and IQ value can be more balanced. It is not a good thing to be too biased, Mr. Monkey.

When did Mr. Monkey become an official title in the diary? I must have been influenced by Anna. No matter what, I still couldn't let my guard down, and I didn't begin to enjoy this destined to be short trip.

Really not enjoying it.

We have left Horadric City. The weather is very good today. The sky is clear and the sun is shining brightly. It is a suitable day for washing clothes.

Because this is an adventure, you can’t be too comfortable. Let’s have some sandstorms first. It’s time to put away your clothes, everyone.

Mr. Monkey is a big road addict, sure (seal)!

I also want to see the sea, the forest, the snow-capped mountains, and the grasslands, but I have tried countless times before, and if I can’t do it, I just can’t do it. He doesn’t seem to know that I am the owner of the dream, or He didn't know that I, as the master of the dream, already knew that I was in my dream. In order to avoid being exposed more, I could only explore the ancient tombs that I knew about.

I feel so incompetent, frustrated, and irritated that I can't realize my wish even in my dreams.

The summoned monster fell down in an instant, and he found various excuses to deny that it was not his fault. Mr. Monkey, who was obviously very strong but unwilling to admit that he was strong, was a weirdo, and he was angry that he treated himself like an innocent and ignorant little girl. , Mr. Monkey, it’s time for you to get off the car.

I ate the bitter pill of talking nonsense, but it’s all Mr. Monkey’s fault. He induced everything. What should I do? Where can I find so many partners?

My beloved nest is actually covered with disgusting corpses of sandworms. Mr. Monkey, please suffer!

That's right, the Four Heavenly Kings, it's your turn to appear!

Don't let the Manticore Queen die so easily! ! ! ! ! !

The Manticore Queen seemed inedible and was eventually given up, but what would happen to her men if they were not spared? Suddenly I felt a little curious.

Weird, I also have Mr. Monkey’s problem?

I found a good excuse and told him that I wanted to write an autobiography, so that I could write a diary openly and openly under his nose. But is it really just an excuse?

The excuse had a strange effect. It seemed to touch upon his unbearable history. He was inexplicably given guidance as a junior, but he had to show his humility in accepting it, which made him a little angry.

Although Mr. Monkey is very stupid, he has an unexpectedly big brain. If his wild thoughts are not restrained and controlled by the most basic rules, he will definitely become what you call a street author.

I'm sorry, Mr. Tarasha, I'm not angry anymore, and please don't say any more. That gushing confident expression seems to be telling others that this is the result of stepping on all the pitfalls of failure. The only road to success that has never been traveled. When I mention that friend, the tears that overflow from the corners of my eyes are as if I am reading out the negative teaching materials of personal experience, using my own experience as a lesson, correcting other people's clothes and losing dogs. Inexplicably sad and handsome.

The kaomoji are very interesting, and Mr. Monkey finally taught something useful (^_^).

The new partner was mentioned again, and it seemed that the past could no longer be confused. Yes, I made a lot of puppets when I was alone, maybe they can come in handy.

The dwarf Joff appeared on the stage, everyone applauded, applauded, but the result was the same as Anna, he still had to control it by himself. Mr. Monkey actually wanted Joff to go to the battlefield. It was too much. I don’t know how tired I am. I might as well give him an assistant. The setting of the battle (?????).

Mr. Demon King, who often forgets that there is a Demon King and can never remember it, I'm sorry, by the way, let the Four Heavenly Kings who also often forget to disappear together, so as not to always forget and be suspected by Mr. Monkey, drama! Affection! big! quick! Enter! (??ω??)?

New teammates have also been arranged. As expected of me, I can do anything as long as I am serious about it. (*/ω＼*)

take! wind! break! wave! Yahoo! ! ! !ヾ(???ゞ)

Sorry, I accidentally got too into it.

Could it be to punish me for getting carried away? After Mr. Monkey, the second outsider appeared. He was a guy wearing shameless strange clothes and claiming to be a witch. Who is she? What's the relationship with Mr. Monkey?

I asked Mr. Monkey to test it out, and judging from his reluctance, it seemed like the two parties didn’t know each other. But just for a moment, I saw surprise and confusion in Mr. Monkey’s eyes. What on earth was going on?

The conversation between the two was even weirder, with a feeling of familiarity and unfamiliarity. You and I, an acquaintance, look very alike; what a coincidence, you and I, an acquaintance, also look alike - is there really such a coincidence in the world?

In any case, let's bring her into the team first and make up the numbers as a new teammate. Although it is a bit risky, tying two outsiders together will make it easier to observe in secret. Secondly, the two sides may be able to rub some sparks and expose flaws. .

Mr. Monkey suddenly showed a thoughtful and serious expression. He seemed to have realized something. He is really a guy who can't hide his thoughts at all. Just as I expected, just keep going like this. Soon your true colors will be exposed by me.

The new teammate was rejected. At the same time, a self-proclaimed miko who looked very similar to Mr. Monkey except for being useless, had her eyes fixed on Mr. Monkey from the beginning and completely ignored me as the master. It was rude. , finally glanced at me from the corner of his eye.

What kind of look is that?

With a little pity, but hidden deep in the pity is an extremely indifferent look, like a god looking down on all living beings. With just one thought, he can decide whether to destroy or rebirth the world. It's scary, it's really scary. , when I reacted, I had already crawled under the table. I definitely don’t want a new teammate like this!

After calming down, I gradually realized that the intuition I had at the beginning that I would die in the dream might be coming true. This woman who claimed to be a witch was the one who came to take me away. Maybe she was trapped in the dream, too. Her trick, but what about Mr. Tarasha?

She left neatly, and the only person she lingered on was Mr. Tarasha. As the master, I, who was supposed to be the protagonist, was really ignored in a gorgeous way.

Could it be that I am being protected by Mr. Tarasha?

The omen of death that had been weighing on my mind for a long time finally disappeared, but should I be happy? Maybe being taken away by her like this is the best option? Mr. Tarasha, can you tell me what to do?

After many twists and turns, we finally found the entrance to the ancient tomb. Of course, all of this was also part of my calculation. If I hadn't been a little scared and curious about the treasure in the woman's mouth, and a little hesitant, the time would have been half a day faster.

Forget about that woman, just like forgetting things other than dreams, it’s time to get down to business. It’s not that easy to enter the ancient tomb. Mr. Monkey, it’s your turn to appear again. (????)

The Sphinx, the Sphinx! ! ! (╯°Д°)╯︵┻┻

The first question, Dang Dang Dang, I have never seen a monkey with such a profound understanding of justice, and he actually took the initiative to teach me how to sacrifice teammates.

The second question is weird, would I ask such a question? Could it be Anna again... forget it.

The third question, hey, Mr. Monkey, do you really understand what I mean? No, do I really understand what I mean? Is it really just me who raised this question? Anna…

In any case, I will assume that you forgive me for everything I have done before, including the future. I have come, done, and planned. I can only be selfish once. Because of my Only by being selfish can we meet, become partners, and travel together like this. Mr. Monkey’s advice is absolutely correct, hehe. (?＞?＜)☆

The ancient tomb is full of terrible traps. I thought of all kinds of weird trap settings, which can make Mr. Monkey, who thinks he has some strength and gets carried away, suffer some hardships, but only forgets that he is in the same team with Mr. Monkey. What a fool I am.

What to do? I don’t want to step on the traps that I have worked so hard to construct one by one. In Mr. Monkey’s words, I am trapping myself.

Yes, I finally took the initiative to remember that you are here, Mr. Demon King, thank you for your hard work, Mr. Demon King. (?3?)?

I accidentally said that my autobiography was going to be unfinished. For some reason, Mr. Monkey showed a flustered expression, as if he was recalling some unbearable experiences. I'm really sorry, Mr. Monkey. <(＿＿)>

If you think about it carefully, most of the contents in the diary are related to Mr. Monkey. Maybe this diary should be renamed, how about calling it Mr. Monkey’s Observation Diary?

Finally arrived at the end of the ancient tomb, Mr. Demon King! ! ! (?Д?)ノ

Mr. Monkey and the Demon King are now busy performing on their own, and I can’t lose. Let’s go to Justice Athena≡┏|*′?Д?|┛.

The conversation got a little out of hand. Did I go a little too far? After all, why does the script have to insist on monkeys eating bananas? It wasn't just Mr. Monkey who wanted to figure it out, it was me too.

Mr. Demon King is dead, thank you for your hard work, so no one will compete with Mr. Monkey for bananas.

We have finally reached the end. Is the dream about to end? Or maybe it was just the beginning, and my heart suddenly became a little confused.

There is a treasure chest in the middle, and for some reason my heart is pounding. If in reality, I might have died from this.

I opened a Pandora's box and saw something I shouldn't have seen. Is this the treasure that the woman said?

Everything was over. The moment I opened the treasure chest, I suddenly realized that I could end this dream at any time.

These drawings describe to me a beautiful fairy tale and a beautiful trap. What kind of sinister thoughts does she have? I tore it up without hesitation. If I didn't do this, the Horadric clan would be in crisis because of this blueprint.

My heart was very confused and scared. Everything in the dream was beautiful, but why was the ending so bad? What does that woman want to do, and what will happen to Horadric in reality? I had to go back immediately to confirm.

At the end, Mr. Monkey... No, Mr. Tarasha, no, Mr. Weird, can you tell me your real name?

I was rejected. I thought it was a sure thing. It was probably the final farewell. There should be no problem in telling me your real name. With this in mind, I was rejected by the other party. The huge gap made me feel helpless. Being able to maintain the final reserve of parting, I was completely stunned.

And his reason is - you will know later.

Later? Do you want to tell me that there will be a future for me like this?

Very good, I will tell you my name later. No, even then, if there is such a time, I will not tell you such an irritating guy. At most, I can only tell you my nickname.

Goodbye, bye, bye! Mr. Monkey!

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I returned to reality. Although I had been in the dream for so long, it seemed that only less than a day had passed in reality. It made me feel more and more that this dream was not simple, or that the woman was terrifying.

While my memory was still there, I decided to copy down all the diary entries in my dream. Why did I have such a sense of urgency? Maybe it's that inexplicable intuition, which tells me that I will forget this in the near future.

I stayed in the dream for too long, completely forgetting my physical condition, and almost died. It was too dangerous.

Due to physical problems, it took me half a year to completely transcribe the dream diary. What I want to say is that I can still live for half a year o(′^｀)o.

My worst fear happened! The clansman didn’t know where they got that blueprint from! They've had it for at least three months and are already gathering materials!

I tried my best to stop him, tried all kinds of methods, and even wanted to kill myself, but to no avail. The tribesmen cast a calming magic, and there was no fluctuation in my heart. I used to be afraid that an excitement would kill my life, but now I can't get it.

Please, stop. The amount of precious materials required for that design is too huge. If you do this, Horadric will be destroyed!

I want to live, but not in this way!

Why, why do you have to go to this level, each and every one of you is like crazy, even I can see it, even I can think of things, why do you turn a blind eye to each and every one of them!

Could it be that woman again? !

Everything is irreversible, I can already see Horadric's decline, right before my eyes, because of myself.

Is this what Mr. Monkey meant [in the future]? What an irony.

My heart was filled with sadness, fear, and despair. However, among these chaotic emotions, I vaguely noticed a hint of uncontrollable expectation.

after……

future……

Unknowingly, it has been three years later. Today, my tribe told me with great joy that my new body, which represents an unprecedented magical masterpiece in the entire Dark Continent, no, it is a magical miracle, has been completed.

However, I have seen signs of decline in the clan. In order to make this body and the artifacts that match the body according to the design on the drawing, the entire Horadric clan was almost hollowed out, and many illegal methods were even used to collect them. precious materials from all over the world.

Most of these materials have owners.

Internal and external troubles, the anger of the gods, and the resentment of the people are probably the most realistic portrayal of the Horadric clan at the moment. If it were not for the strong strength to maintain the final foundation, I am afraid that it would have fallen long ago. However, this is only a matter of time.

Why do it to this extent? Are you really doing this for me? Just for me, an unknown princess?

Everything is irreversible.

This should be the last time I write in my diary, and I feel like I have to do something.

To me in the future:

I hope you can read this diary and understand the cause and effect of everything. If the Horadric clan still survives at that time, please try your best to help it revitalize. It should be regarded as belated atonement. This happened all because of us.

I hope you can recall the most precious memories in the dark life, the most beautiful journey, the kindest and gentlest Mr. Monkey. I hope you can wait for me to apologize to him and repay him.

Replenish:

The word "repay" may be a bit general, and it may cause trouble to you. I can give you a suggestion. Mr. Monkey often talks to himself in the air. He must have been single for too long and caused insanity. It is really pitiful. Marry Mr. Monkey in return, he is so stupid and needs a smart woman.

If I were you and you were Anna, I think you would like Mr. Monkey...

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