Dear Diary,
On February 15, the clouds turned to heavy rain.
I broke up with her, and she cried, probably because she likes me very much.
After completing this sentence, Bai Yun closed the diary as he got lost in his thoughts.
Since, when did he become so unfeeling?
Even in the face of the person he liked the most, his heart won't race a single beat.
It was gradual at first, but now he has lost all his emotions.
As he looked at the diary that had been with him since the beginning of his journey in this world, he realized how much he had grown and changed. The notebook, which was once a regular diary, had become an artifact that recorded all of his experiences, thoughts, and emotions.
He turned to the front page of the diary.
The handwriting was messy and unorganized, a far cry from the neat and precise writing he had now.
After all, this handwriting was of him from three years ago.
Every page of this thick diary was a testament to the past three years of his life.
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Dear Diary,
April 1st.
I want to write a diary!
I have transmigrated into a cultivation world.
One moment, I was comfortably resting in my home, and the next thing I knew, I had woken up in the three-year immortal conference of the Heavenly Palace. It was disorienting and confusing, to say the least.
But all hope is not lost.
As I was trying to make sense of my situation, a vision appeared in the sky. The light shimmered all around me, and that's how I found that I possessed the Innate Sword Body, the supreme talent for the Dao of Sword.
P.S. I cannot help but notice the overly-perfect beginning as if ripped straight out of a fan fiction featuring the infamous Gary Stu trope. So the question rises: Am I the protagonist?
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Dear Diary,
April 2nd,
I never thought that my wildest dreams would come true. The thought of transmigrating into a cultivation world, surrounded by immortals and magic, seemed like a fantasy that would never come to fruition. But it did. Or so I thought.
Everything seemed too perfect, too seamless. The Heavenly Palace, Innate Sword Body, and immortal conference - it was as if I had stepped into a world straight out of a novel. But my suspicions were confirmed when I met my master, the reincarnation of the immortal emperor, Ying.
Then it clicked. The pieces of the puzzle fit perfectly, and I was the missing piece.
I had not transmigrated into a new world at all, but one that I had already experienced through a screen - the world of a game.
And I was the main villain of the game- Bai Yun, the eldest brother of the Red Leaves Peak, infamous for his 108 death ends.
I knew what awaited me. The higher your expectations are, the harder you fall, and for me, the fall was inevitable. Death lurked around every corner, death flags waving menacingly in the wind. A simple misstep could lead to my untimely demise - be it getting stabbed by a rival cultivator or being abducted by a female evil cultivator and turned into a cauldron.
Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon.
But I don't want to lose hope.
The reason for most of the dead ends lies in my future junior sisters who all have a standard protagonist template.
As long as I don't become the bully depicted in the game then I believe I could live.
P.S.: I found out I don't have a system (ToT). I want justice.
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Dear Diary,
April 3rd,
I settled into my new residence atop Red Leaves Peak, but my heart is heavy with the burden of my fate. The weight of my future, with its 108 death ends, presses down upon me like a heavy stone.
But I did not give up.
Especially after seeing the breathtaking beauty of the scenery that surrounds me. The lush, verdant forests, the shimmering rivers, and the majestic mountains - they all seem to beckon me with their ethereal charm, promising me a brighter future if I'm willing to fight for it.
So, let's go to the bright future.
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Dear Diary,
April 10th,
I found that my cultivation talent really sucks, though I had expected it.
'Bai Yun' was not your typical villain with a fearsome background or a family that relentlessly hunted down the protagonist. The only thing he had, and by extension, me, was the Innate Sword Body - a supreme talent with the power to resonate with heaven and earth, and a reputation that preceded him.
But it was all a façade, a deception, a big fat lie. All I have are fake impressions.
Even in the game, 'Bai Yun' could commit those horrible acts on his future junior sister relying only on his face and bluffs. His actual talent was quite subpar.
So, here I am stuck in the body of a gag character with full-level bluff, a strong exterior with nothing to show within.
P.S. I cannot help but wonder how other transmigrators are able to understand cultivation manuals instantly. These books are so different from any conventional books I have ever read. Perhaps I need to start by brushing up on my knowledge of meridians before I can even begin to cultivate.
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Dear Diary,
June 1st,
My master is a menace.
Today, I asked my master, why did she choose me as her sole disciple, since she knows that my Innate sword body is fake.
She answered that it was because of the death lines that surrounded me from head to toe. She wanted to see how 'Bai Yun', who was covered with it, would die.
So, I decided to work hard and cultivate to not give her that pleasure.
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Dear Diary,
June 15th,
I fell in love.
It was like the world around me had faded into the background, and all I could see was her - the senior sister of the Arctic Peak. Her beauty was otherworldly, and her presence commanded respect.
However, she seemed to hold a grudge against me, and I couldn't understand why. She even challenged me to a fight, which I avoided, bluffing my way through.
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Dear Diary,
I mustered the courage to talk to her today, and it didn't go well. My nerves got the better of me, and I stumbled over my words. But it seems that she found it funny. She is pretty when she laughs.
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Dear Diary,
I heard that a junior brother had confessed his feelings to her, but thankfully she rejected him, stating that she only had eyes for someone stronger than her. So, I need to start upping my cultivation gains.
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Dear Diary,
August 14th,
I do not want to stay idle any longer, so today I went to pick up one of the opportunities of my future junior sister. It was a manual of an unknown rank- Mysterious Demon Eyes.
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Dear Diary,
November 1st,
I promise. From tomorrow onwards, I want to make myself better, improve my cultivation realm and be truly strong. I want to be what the outside world has projected myself as, a genius. I want to be well-liked by everyone. I want to help my future junior sisters as well since in the game, 'Bai Yun' had treated them far worse. I want to help my master. I want to confess to Chang Ai, I want to learn everything, I want to...(Omit one hundred words)
November 2nd,
I was in a daze today as if my determination had evaporated into the thin mountain air. Where did my motivation go? Bai Yun, Bai Yun don't be like this, be more assertive and follow up on your resolutions.
November 3rd,
Today I cultivated the whole day.
November 4th,
From tomorrow, I must work to complete all my resolutions.
Must!
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I woke up with a heavy heart, feeling nothing. It's as if all the colors in the world had been drained away, leaving me in a bleak and gray existence. I sat there for hours, staring at nothingness, with no motivation or purpose in my heart.
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Nothing.
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Nothing.
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Dear Diary,
November 12th,
I have decided. I cannot let myself drown in this emptiness.
So, I've decided to take action. I turned to the previous pages of this diary and read through my past entries. I stumbled upon my resolutions, promises I had made to myself months ago. I had almost forgotten about them, but they were still there, waiting for me to fulfill them.
I must act now before this void inside me devours me completely. I need to find a way to bring back color to my life.
I will start by completing all the wishes I had written in this diary, one by one till the end of time if needed.