Diablo Destruction

This is Anna Yasuna’s private diary. It is not a record and cannot be circulated. It is a dream of the body, uncontrollable, helpless, and you have the right to pass the time.

(The following is an excerpt)

Maybe you should use more straightforward language. Since it is a dream, why bother to continue to embarrass yourself?

I don't know when, as if I woke up, I realized that I was dreaming. I thought it was a peculiar experience. After several twists and turns, I finally realized that perhaps the current experience was a hundred times more peculiar than I expected.

I can't wake up from my dream. I have 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, understanding, maybe this dream is the last stage in my life, I will die in this dream.

This enlightenment is getting clearer and stronger, and it can die in a dream without pain or concern. Perhaps it is God’s last mercy to me. The behavior of deliberately keeping a distance from others should be fruitful. I won’t feel sad because my inexistent princess disappeared...probably?

I don't quite understand them. Why have they deliberately kept their distance? Since birth, they have gone out less than once a year. Many people from the ethnic group shouldn't even be able to see what I look like. Why.

Everyone's support and love are even so eager to make me daunting, is it just because of the princess' identity? I can't understand it at all. For me, this is a heavy shackle.

Stop thinking about the cumbersome things in reality. For me who is about to die in my dreams, these have no meaning.

This body has brought me too much pain and fear. I want to live well, but I have to face the next possible death. I want my relatives and friends, but I have to face the loneliness of deliberate alienation and want to travel the world. , But can't face the despair that is hard to move.

I want to confirm again whether this is the last gift God gave me. All my regrets, all hopes, may be able to find the answer in my dream.

I hate myself for having too good fantasies. It is because of this innocence that I step into deeper despair time and time again. I should have realized that everything in my dreams is false. The so-called friendship is nothing more than self-directed and self-acted. The one-man show, the grassland, the sea, the forest, and the snow-capped mountains can't be fully presented by words and imagination. The false friends and the false world seem to mock the false self.

Can I really live in this world?

Don't continue to be depressed in your dreams, try to think better.

I thought of it, at least now I can have a healthy body, and I don’t have to worry about fainting caused by one breath or death caused by a cough.

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

Feel bored with this world.

Don't want to talk, don't want to write.

Could it be that the death I perceive is to die alone and desperate in a dream? Why is God so cruel to me?

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

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

Calm down, Yasuna, take a deep breath, do it again, take a deep breath, yes, you are no longer the same you were before, you are not afraid to breathe in the dream, yes, that’s it, keep breathing deeply, breathing deeply, keep calm!

Calm down, restrained the urge to go to the other party immediately, observe secretly, maybe it is a bad person.

In other words, the person who came to kill himself!

Wearing a weird cloak, it is not ugly, but it has no distinctive features. If you don't pay attention, you will forget the appearance. I am completely stunned by the sights on the street.

Came straight to the inner city! The guard who had been audited more rigorously was embarrassed, and began to talk to himself in front of the air, dancing and dancing. He was indeed a weird person, and it was a wise choice not to contact him immediately.

I changed into a mage robe and wanted to be fooled into it, should I let it go? Forget it, let it go, you must find out the identity and true intentions of the other party.

Come straight to me! How does he know that I am here? ! Does he know that I am the master of dreams? why? ! what should I do? !

There was an unprepared collision, so fast, I clearly planned to observe it for a while, but I was caught off guard.

The ending was more unexpected than the beginning. I killed a person who was caught off guard. I thought it was a killer. He simply took my life or a hero and rescued me from a 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 with eye disease?

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

It came out, and was released after answering some strange questions.

I realized that my dreams went wrong, not only because of the appearance of strange men, those strange problems should not be entirely my own will, and Anna...but I couldn’t find any abruptness, maybe it was me. Heart, maybe...

Perhaps, the created Anna caused a split personality? Well, these are not important anymore.

He is here again, what on earth does he want to do? What is the purpose? She even asked to meet up directly. That's great, right? This princess accepts your challenge.

Tarasha? You can tell at a glance that the other party is lying. In that case, I'll also give a false name.

The moment I said "Asuna" really scared me. Is it really just a coincidence?

Facing a mysterious enemy (to be determined?), not only the name must be disguised, but also the personality. The naive, ignorant, well-behaved, and fearful princess, the princess, seems to make it easier for the other party to relax their vigilance. Okay, I admit that there is a little authentic performance. ingredient.

After meeting, the atmosphere was much better than I thought. It was like the impression of eye contact for the first time. He was a man who was somewhat...somewhat like a monkey, but not like a bad person.

I can’t relax, I must be vigilant at all times, but chatting with him is really interesting, and being bullied by Anna is also very interesting. Is this what it feels like to chat with friends?

It's my turn to play the cards. How would you respond to my request? He actually agreed, hearing the sight of the divine tool's eyes glowing really...don't he know that this is a dream?

OMG, I stole the statue of the fountain outside the city from the crowd, and it was still that strange fish statue. From now on, I should worry about him more than worrying about his unknown origin and purpose. IQ and taste.

The statue was made into a pendant by an unknown method. It was accidentally exposed when denying the theft. It was too dramatic. I almost couldn't help laughing. Either he did it on purpose or he was a hapless one. I accidentally pressed the alarm again, I'm really sorry, but the look of serious lying is also very funny, I apologize to Mr. Monkey again in my heart.

Explain in advance that I definitely didn't let Anna bully the other party again and again because of fun, because, yes, because I wanted to stimulate the other party and let the other party reveal their identity and intentions when emotions fluctuated sharply.

To be able to create such a huge escape route under my own eyes, I should re-evaluate him, synthesize Anna's opinion, and come to the following conclusion: the limbs are well developed and the mind is simple.

A joke is a joke, I gradually feel that he should not be an assassin, otherwise, with his demonstrated ability, it should be very simple to assassinate me, without having to go around so many circles. In other words-is the hero who came to save me? I'm sorry to say that, but I hope it will be better if the ability value and IQ value can be balanced. It is not a good thing that the partial subject is too serious, Mr. Monkey.

When did Mr. Monkey become the official title in the diary? I must have been influenced by Anna. In any case, I still can't relax my vigilance. I haven't started to enjoy this doomed short journey.

I'm really not enjoying it.

Leaving Hradek, the weather today is very good, the sky is clear and the sun is shining, it is a day suitable for washing clothes.

Because it's an adventure, it's not enough to be too comfortable. Let's get some sandstorm first. It's time to collect clothes, everyone.

Mr. Monkey is an idiot, sure (seal)!

I also want to see the sea, the forest, the snow-capped mountains, and the grassland, but I have tried countless times before. If I can’t do it, I can’t do it. He doesn’t seem to know that I am the master of dreams, or He still doesn't know that I, as the master of the dreamland, already knows that I am in my dreamland. In order to avoid exposing more, I can only explore the ancient tombs I know.

I feel incompetent, frustrated, and annoying for myself who can't realize my wishes even in my dreams.

The summoned monster fell down in an instant. It was not his own work to find all kinds of excuses. Mr. Monkey, who was obviously very strong but did not want to admit that he was very strong, was a weird person. It was very angry to treat her naive and ignorant little girl. , Mr. Monkey, you should get off.

I got the bitter fruit of talking, but I blame Mr. Monkey. Everything is induced by him. What should I do? Where can I find so many partners?

My beloved nest is covered with disgusting sandworm corpses, Mr. Monkey, suffer!

That's right, the four kings, it's time for you to debut!

Queen Lion and Scorpion, don't die so easily! ! ! ! ! !

The queen lion and scorpion seemed to be unable to eat, and was finally given up, but its subordinates were not let go. What will be made? Suddenly a little curious.

Strange, I also contracted Mr. Monkey's problem?

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

The excuse had a strange effect, and it seemed that he had touched on his unbearable history. The inexplicable position and identity of the younger generation were guided, but he had to show a humbly acceptance, a little angry.

Although Mr. Monkey is very stupid, his brain is unexpectedly big. If his unconstrained thoughts are not restrained and controlled by the most basic rules, he will be sure to become the author of the street in your mouth.

I’m sorry, Mr. Tarasha, I’m not angry anymore, please don’t say it anymore. The eloquent expression of confidence seems to be telling others that this is the result of stepping on the pit of failure. The only path to success that has never been traversed. When I mentioned that friend, tears overflowed unconsciously from the corners of my eyes, as if reading a negative textbook from my own experience, taking myself as a lesson, correcting his clothes and the expression of a defeated dog Inexplicably sad and handsome.

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

The new partner was mentioned again, and it seemed that the confusion could not continue. Yes, I made a lot of dolls when I was alone, maybe it can come in handy.

The dwarf Joef is on the stage. Everyone applauds and applauds, but the result is the same as Anna. You still have to manipulate it yourself. Mr. Monkey wants to let Joef go to the battlefield. It's too much. I don't know how tired I am. Just give a support. Set the battle (??????????).

I often forget the setting of the demon king, Mr. Demon who always can't remember, I'm sorry, by the way, let the four heavenly kings who are also frequently forgotten disappear together, so as not to always forget to be suspected by Mr. Monkey, drama! situation! Big! fast! Come in! (????ω????)??

New teammates have also been arranged. As expected, I can do anything as long as I get serious. (*/ω＼*)

Multiply! wind! broken! wave! Yahoo! ! ! !ヾ(??????ゞ)

Sorry, I was too intrigued by accident.

Could it be to punish my ecstasy? After Mr. Monkey, a second outsider appeared. He was dressed in a shameless fancy dress and claimed to be a witch. Who is she? What is the relationship with Mr. Monkey?

I asked Mr. Monkey to test him. Seeing his reluctance, the two sides probably didn't know each other. But for a moment, I saw Mr. Monkey again with surprise and confusion. What was going on?

The conversation between the two is even stranger, a feeling of familiarity but not. You and an acquaintance of me look alike; it's a coincidence that you and an acquaintance of me are also very similar-is there such a coincidence in the world?

Anyway, pull her into the team first and make up the number as a new teammate. Although there are risks, tie the two outsiders together to facilitate secret observation, and secondly, the two sides may be able to rubbing out some sparks and revealing flaws. .

Mr. Monkey suddenly showed a serious and thoughtful expression. He seemed to realize something. He was really a guy who couldn't hide things at all. As I expected, just go on like this. Soon your true colors will be exposed by me.

The matter of the new teammate was rejected. At the same time, the guy who was very similar to Mr. Monkey who claimed to be a Miko except for his uselessness was rejected. From the beginning, his eyes were fixed on Mr. Monkey and completely ignored me as the master. , Finally glanced at me with the corner of his eye.

What kind of look is that?

With a little compassion, but hidden in the depths of the compassion is an extremely indifferent examination, like a **** overlooking all beings. With a single thought, the world can be destroyed or reborn. It's terrible, really terrible. When I reacted, I had already got under the table, such a new teammate, absolutely not!

After calming down, I gradually realized that the initial intuition that I would die in a dream may be fulfilled. This woman who claims to be a witch is coming to take me away, maybe trapped in a dream. Her trick, but what about Mr. Tarasha?

She walked swiftly and neatly, with the only reluctance to give up. The object was also Mr. Taraxia, my master, who should be the protagonist, was really ignored by the gorgeous.

Could it be that I was protected by Mr. Tarasha?

The sign of death that had been in my heart for a long time finally disappeared, but should I be happy? Maybe it's the best choice to be taken away by her like this? Mr. Tarasha, can you tell me what to do?

After several tossings, we finally found the entrance to the tomb. Of course, all of this is in my calculations. If it weren't for the treasures in the woman's mouth, I was a little bit scared and curious, and some hesitating, time could be a long time sooner.

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

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

The first question, clang clang, I have never seen a monkey with such a deep sense of justice, and he took the initiative to teach me how to sacrifice my teammates.

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

The third question, hello, Mr. Monkey, do you really understand what I mean? No, do I really understand what I mean? Is this question really just raised by me alone? Anna...

In any case, I will assume that you forgive me for everything I did before, including the future. I have come, I have done everything, and the plan is planned. I can only be selfish once. It is because of mine. Only when we are selfish can we meet and become partners, and travel together like this. Mr. Monkey's advice is not wrong at all, eh. (??＞??＜)☆

The ancient tomb is full of terrible traps. Thinking of all kinds of weird trap settings, Mr. Monkey, who thinks he has a little bit of strength and forgets himself, can suffer a bit, but only forgets that he is in the same team with Mr. Monkey. I'm such a fool.

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

With that, I finally took the initiative to remember you, Mr. Devil, I have to work hard for you, Mr. Devil. (??????)??

I accidentally said that the autobiography was going to be unfinished, and I don’t know why Mr. Monkey showed a panic expression, and seemed to recall some unbearable experiences. I’m really sorry, Mr. Monkey.

Think about it carefully. The content in the diary is 80% related to Mr. Monkey. Perhaps this diary should indeed be renamed. How about the observation diary of Mr. Monkey?

Finally came to the end of the tomb, Mr. Devil! ! ! (??Д??)ノ

Mr. Monkey and the Demon King are now acting on their own, and I can't lose, go on the righteous Athena ≡┏|*????Д??|┛.

The conversation is a bit out of control, am I a bit too much? After all, why does the script have to be obsessed with monkey eating bananas? It's not just Mr. Monkey who wants to understand, I also want to.

Mr. Devil is dead, and it's hard work, so that no one will **** bananas from Mr. Monkey.

Finally came to the end, is the dream going to end? Or maybe it was just beginning, my heart suddenly became a little confused.

There is a treasure chest in the middle. I don't know why my heart thumps and thumps. If in reality, I might have died because of it.

I opened a Pandora's box and saw something I shouldn't have seen. Is this the treasure 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 described me a beautiful fairy tale, a beautiful trap. What kind of sinister thoughts does she have? I did not hesitate to tear it up. If I didn't do this, the Horadiq would be in crisis because of this drawing.

My heart is chaotic and scared. Everything in my dream is beautiful. Why is the ending so bad? What exactly does that woman want to do, and what will happen to Heradiq in reality? I must go back and confirm immediately.

At the end, Mr. Monkey... No, Mr. Tarasha, it's not right, Mr. Weird, can you tell me your real name?

I was rejected. I thought it was a sure thing. It might be the final farewell. It shouldn’t be a problem to tell me the real name. With this mindset, I was rejected by the other party. The huge gap made me lose. I was able to maintain my final restraint at parting, completely stunned.

And his reason is-you will know later.

Later? Are you trying to tell me, is there a future for me like this?

Very good, then I will tell you my name when I arrive, no, even if that time comes, when there is such a time, I will not tell you an annoying guy, at most I can only tell you my nickname.

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye! Mr. Monkey!

...

Back to reality, after spending so long in the dream, it seemed that less than a day had passed in reality, which made me feel the difficulty of this dream, or the scaryness of that woman.

With the memory still there, I decided to copy all the diaries in my dreams. Why do I have this sense of urgency? Maybe it's the inexplicable intuition again. Intuition tells me that I will forget these in the near future.

Staying in the dream for too long, completely forgetting the physical condition, almost fell dead, too dangerous.

Because of the physical relationship, it was intermittent, and it took a full half a year to completely transcribe the diary in the dream. What I want to say is that I can still live for half a year o(??^｀)o.

The thing I fear most happened! The clansmen don't know where they got the drawing! They have received it for at least three months, and they have been gathering materials!

I tried desperately to stop it, tried all kinds of methods, and even wanted to stop myself, but to no avail, the people cast a calm magic, without any fluctuations in my heart. I was afraid that an excitement would ruin my life, but now I want it.

Please, stop, the amount of precious materials required for that design is too large, and you will ruin Hradek by doing so!

I want to live, but not in this way!

Why, why do you have to achieve this level, one by one, like crazy, even I can see, even I can think of things, why do you turn a blind eye!

Could it be that woman again? !

Everything is irretrievable, I can already meet the decline of Hradek, right in front of me, because of myself.

Is this what Mr. Monkey said [later]? It's ironic.

My heart is full of sorrow, fear, and despair, but in these chaotic emotions, I vaguely sensed a trace of uncontrolled expectation.

after……

future……

Unconsciously, it was three years later. Today, the people of the tribe told me with great joy that it represents an unprecedented magical masterpiece for the entire dark continent. No, it is a magic miracle. My new body has been made.

However, I have seen signs of decline in the clan. In order to manufacture this body and the artifact matching the body according to the design on the drawing, the entire Horadic clan was almost hollowed out, and even used a lot of illegal means to collect it. Precious materials from all over the world.

And most of these materials are owned.

Internal troubles and external troubles, anger and grievances, are probably the most true portrayal of the Horadic people at this moment. If it hadn't had a strong strength to maintain the final foundation, it would have fallen down long ago, but it was just a matter of time.

Why do you want to achieve this level? Are you really for me? Just for my nameless princess?

Everything is irreversible.

This should be the last time I write a diary~www.ltnovel.com~ I think I must do something.

To the future me:

I hope you can read this diary and understand the causes and consequences of everything. If there is still a Hladic clan at that time, please do your best to help it rejuvenate. The right should be the late atonement. This matter is due to us.

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

supplement:

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. It must be that being alone for too long has led to insanity. It is too 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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