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This is Anna Asuna'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 is just for passing 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 perhaps 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 the time I was born to now, I 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.

Everyone's support and love are even so fervent that I feel intimidated. Is it just because of my status as a princess? I can't understand it at all. For me, this is a heavy shackles.

Stop thinking about the trivial 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 the last gift God gave 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, and the so-called friendship is just self-directed and self-acted.

The one-man show, the grassland, the sea, the forest, and 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, 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 feel tired of this world.

I don’t want to talk or write.

Could it be that the death I perceive is death of loneliness and despair in a 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 not the same person as 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, I restrained the urge to find the other person immediately, and observed secretly, maybe he was a bad person.

In other words, he is the one who came 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!

He came straight to the inner city! He was stumped by the guards who had stricter inspections. He started talking to himself and dancing 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 him go. He must find out the other party's identity and true intentions.

Coming straight to me! How did he know I was here?! Did he know that I was the master of the dream? Why?! What should I do?!

I was unprepared for the collision, so fast. I had planned to observe it secretly for a while, but I was caught 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, these are not important.

He's here again. What does he want to do? What's his purpose? He actually asked for a meeting 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. Is 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. The way his eyes glowed when he heard the artifact...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.

IQ 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, but 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 well-developed limbs but a simple mind.

All joking aside, I gradually felt that he shouldn't be an assassin. Otherwise, with the ability he showed, it should be very simple to assassinate me without having to go through so many circles. In other words - is he the hero who came to save me? Even so

I'm sorry, but I hope that the ability and IQ values ​​can be more balanced. It's not a good thing to be too biased, 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 couldn't let my guard down, and I didn't start enjoying this destined to be a short trip.

Really not enjoying it.

We have left Horadric City. The weather is very good today, with clear skies and bright sun. 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 master 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 evade 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 die so easily, the Manticore Queen!!!!!!

The Manticore Queen seemed inedible and was eventually given up, but her subordinates were not spared. What would they be made of? I suddenly became 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 was 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 unbridled 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. I use my own experience to learn from others, correct others' clothes, and lose the dog's expression.

He is inexplicably sad and handsome.

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

The new partner was mentioned again, and it seems that we can no longer confuse the past. Yes, I made many puppets when I was alone, which may 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 about the setting of Demon King and can never remember it. I'm sorry. By the way, let's make the Four Heavenly Kings who also often forget to disappear together, so as not to keep forgetting and being suspected by Mr. Monkey. The plot! Big! Quick!
To be continued...