Chapter 1076 - 28: Roselle’s Diary

Chapter 1076: Chapter 28: Roselle’s Diary

"January 10th. Yesterday, I was supposed to muster all my strength to crack the secret of the Silver Medal, but I couldn’t find a way in no matter how much I tried. I ended up exhausting my spirituality, feeling somewhat discouraged. Then, Lady Samantha came by, and I was dragged out by that bothersome little fairy to stay overnight at her place secretly... It was completely inappropriate. I absolutely cannot be distracted next time."

"January 11th. Miss Amelia came."

"January 12th. Lady Betty came."

"January 13th. Lady Samantha came."

"January 14th. Huang Tao, oh Huang Tao, how could you be so dissolute? Have you forgotten the plans you set previously? Reflect and resolve, this absolutely cannot continue!"

"January 15th. Lady Samantha came again."

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You’re quite a playboy, aren’t you? How did the Hu Shi style emerge now...

Gu Mo silently watched from beside the desk, noticing Roselle’s dark circles becoming somewhat prominent as he yawned, writing down the latest entry in that top secret diary, and couldn’t help but shake his head internally.

The thought of resetting the starting account grew even stronger...

But alas, it’s impossible to reset...

In recent days, he’s known how Roselle recklessly spent his days. It’s just because he has the constitution of a Sequence 6 Extraordinary that his body hasn’t been completely drained, otherwise, if he were an ordinary man, he’d probably have back pain and be bedridden by now... However, this is likely just a small glimpse into Mr. Huang’s daily life, almost a norm of sorts.

"Today, today I absolutely must not go out again, unless they all come together today..."

Roselle muttered, placing one hand on his waist while writing rows of sloppy characters with the other on paper.

After saying this, he couldn’t help but yawn again, but still managed to write two more lines, then wearily put down the pen, preparing to close the diary on the desk.

"Hmm, come to think of it, recording all these things in the diary feels a bit risky."

Perhaps after madly overdrawing his energy and desires, he entered a brief sage mode. His thick diary in hand, he paused, and then his eyes became inexplicably clear, wise, and suspicious, as if a sage who sees through the world, caught in inexplicable worry due to his foresight.

Could it cause future social suicide...

But in just an instant, Roselle immediately dismissed the idea himself:

"Forget it, it’s written anyway, and I’ve written so much before. A bit more now won’t make a difference... Besides, no one else in the world can even understand Chinese, so the diary can’t possibly leak out!"

Yes, exactly, that’s right!

And it’s not just others who can’t understand. Even if they could, my diary can’t possibly spread...

Worst case scenario, if by then I can’t even keep my diary safe, I probably wouldn’t be in this world anymore, so what’s there to be afraid of!

He consoled himself with this thought, immediately feeling lighter in spirit. Completely unaware, while writing the diary, there was an invisible, ghostly presence right beside him, openly observing, taking in every word and punctuation mark he wrote carefully.

"Sigh..."

Regarding Mr. Huang’s brief concern just now, and the life attitude he exhibited immediately after, Gu Mo didn’t intend to comment. However, he couldn’t help but have a trace of unnoticeable pity and sympathy in his eyes.

In truth, Mr. Huang’s behavior and thoughts are understandable. After all, he is alone in this world, without relatives, unlike Klein who soon gained family and bonds. So for a long time, Mr. Huang was at odds with this world. As he put it, he only found a sense of belonging here after his daughter Bernadette was born.

Well, who serious would write a diary, but Mr. Huang happens to be no ordinary person...

Moreover, for him, writing the diary probably serves as a sort of "hollow tree" to confide his innermost thoughts and relieve stress...

—After all, he has no other outlet for expression.

And in the end, Roselle’s thinking isn’t quite flawed, for his diary is practically an indecipherable scripture to the people of this world. Like people later on, at most, inferring some date and number patterns based on guesswork, beyond which it’s mostly uncrackable.

After all, this world fundamentally lacks the concept of pictographic script, and Roselle’s simplified Chinese is a form further evolved and simplified, possibly mingled with dialect, internet language, or inverted sentence structures. Moreover, his handwriting is ugly and error-laden... Not to mention many have forged and haphazardly arranged his diary.

It’s basically completely isolated dead text, without any reference material, with so many deliberately added unnecessary hurdles. From a scientific standpoint, the chance of it being cracked is nearly zero.

And from a not-so-scientific angle...

Emmmm, while this world does possess Extraordinary Abilities, it doesn’t mean these mechanism-defying methods are boundlessly unrestricted. They also need to adhere to the principles and laws in the domain of Mysticism. For instance, talents such as higher level divination, spirit communication, prophecy, and so forth, most methods involve utilizing the Spirit Realm, as it’s a junction of information. If something is sought, then naturally, one must "Google" it in the Spirit Realm...

However, the Spirit Realm is now newly born, even the Seven Lights belong to the new generation.

The Spirit Realm of the previous civilization where Mr. Huang belonged had long since been destroyed along with the civilization, and all recorded data was reset to zero.

This is basically the situation; it’s not that people of later generations don’t want to crack Roselle’s Diary, but that there’s really no way to start. Even for those high-ranking beings, except for very few examples like the Night Goddess and Adam who already know some things, others might not even realize it’s an unfamiliar language system, and even Divine Spirits have insurmountable barriers.

In theory, it should be like this...

Gu Mo gently shook his head, reminding himself not to sympathize with this guy.

Mr. Huang’s biggest mistake was thinking he had transmigrated from Earth to this Otherworld, not realizing that this Otherworld was actually Earth after the great cataclysm. Transmigrators like him have predecessors and successors, and later, with the enthusiastic help of roommates, three hundred fellow countrymen were released at once...

This number is equivalent to more than half of the Lingao Elder Council.

The storm it would bring to the world is yet to be discussed, but someone due to the diary suffering from social death is inevitable.

Perhaps it was a blessing in disguise—

"Huh... Strange, has the weather turned cold?"

Over there, Roselle suddenly shivered and couldn’t help but pull his collar. Just now, he inexplicably felt a chill rush from his coccyx straight to the top of his head and looked around the sealed chamber in confusion, but found no obvious temperature drop. Besides, talking about it, his constitution should be strong enough now, so how could he catch a cold easily?

Could it be... in these days, he’s really worn out, making his entire being weak?

"..."

"..."

Gu Mo stood quietly in front of Roselle, watching him reach out in confusion, waving his hand, sensing the air temperature, that arm directly passing through his body.

Right now, he’s an invisible ghost that no one can see, even Roselle, who currently established contact, can’t perceive his existence, and naturally, he has no intersection with the objective world. This is mainly due to the Creator’s initially left barrier on Earth being too strong, virtually cutting off all signals, making any external force difficult to interfere with matters on Earth.

Presently able to project such an invisible, ghostly image, and appear on Earth through the anchor point of Roselle, is due to the approaching apocalypse, causing cracks in the barrier.

"Need to further deepen contact, strengthen the connection..."

He pinched his chin, thoughtfully considering it, his eyes scanning back and forth on the still somewhat immature young man opposite.

Although he despised Roselle, from another angle, this guy isn’t without advantages. Roselle, as the leader in new thoughts and the Industrial Revolution, the most successful revolutionary and reformer since the Fifth Epoch, hailed as the "Child of Steam," what achievements he would create in the future are predictable.

The era trend he caused allowed the God of Craftsmanship to fill the shortcomings and underwent a version update, transforming into the God of Steam and Machinery...

This should be something that can be utilized.

Then, let’s happily begin stuffing knowledge into Roselle’s head! Before transmigration, Roselle surely didn’t think he would experience transmigration one day, his preparation was definitely inadequate, and the recoverable technologies were only those he had known and could remember, extremely limited... And this is a great opportunity for personal scheming, with so much manipulation space within it.

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"December 29th. Another year is about to end."

"All tombs are built, there’s no turning back once the bow is drawn."

"Initially, I thought that because I became an Extraordinary of the Generalist pathway, I could completely recall the knowledge learned before and deeply understand and master it, thus being able to recreate so many pre-transmigration world phenomena. But in reality, as I get closer to the truth, I increasingly feel a chill; I actually haven’t mastered that much knowledge..."

"I couldn’t have known in advance that I was going to transmigrate, nor could I have prepared for it. Among the knowledge I know, only a small part is what I’ve seen myself... But where did the rest come from?!"

"These appeared directly in my mind, perhaps as primitive enlightenment, a mechanism akin to dialogue, repeatedly pouring extraordinary knowledge and wisdom into me."

"The industrial revolution that I initiated with my own hands, the steam and machinery era that I forged with my own hands, will become a breeding ground for the descent of Evil God... Until now, I hadn’t had an even deeper understanding of this matter."

"But I can’t stop it anymore."

"I saw that silhouette..."

"If someone can understand my diary, then I want to give you a piece of advice, which is to be cautious... cautious of finance, cautious of stocks, cautious of healthcare, cautious of elections, and cautious of every modern concept including materialism, technical ideas, national will... In short, be cautious as hell of everything! These theories and definitions, even realism itself, might already have become part of Its unspeakable body..."

—Extracted from Posterity’s last Chapter of "Roselle’s Diary."

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(PS: Happy Children’s Day, wish everyone a swift growth...(o=^•ェ•)o)