readytorunbook Chapter 198 The Travel Story of Elena (and Her Friends) Part 6
Chapter 198 The Travel Story of Elena (and Her Friends) Part 6
"The Ryougi Orb? Can you eat the Ryougi Orb?" "So there really are Shinigami in this world." "That's such a cheesy line." "Not as cute as Saya."
Anyway, this diary is going to be written into a book and published eventually, so feel free to comment on it however you like.
But as the person involved, Irene must have found it difficult to remain calm in this situation—knowing something is one thing, doing it is another. Ultimately, only a few people wouldn't feel awkward in such a situation.
However, among the many people like Irena who were engrossed in reading the diary, there was one exception—she was drawing circles in the corner, not joining the group at all.
She did provide her own diary, though it was very thin, and it was presented like a suicide note.
It's that gloomy Elena, um... not the plus one, but the one whose expression is gloomy all the time.
"Are you drawing bread?" Irene's approach clearly startled her.
"Wow—" She jumped three feet high and then bumped into the wall. She then covered her head and cried bitterly (hugs head and crouches down for protection.jpg), "Waaah, why isn't there a trash can for me to hide in here?"
Elena pouted, refusing to admit that there was a timeline in which she was like this.
Such a person might cry on the ground for a whole day if they were punched.
"Did I scare you? I apologize."
Otherwise, if she keeps crying, it will feel like I'm abusing her.
"Did...did you need something from me?" Elena asked in a gloomy tone.
"It's nothing, I just wanted to chat."
"I've already given you the diary... I don't really have the habit of writing... a diary."
I feel that calling her Elena the Stutterer would be more appropriate.
This Elena is really hard to communicate with. Elena glanced through the diary (suicide note) she provided. The contents of the diary were not exactly unremarkable, but they were also completely uneventful.
It's just about getting up, eating, and sleeping.
Wow, what could possibly make you so emo? I'm starting to wonder if you've ever suffered the same kind of abuse as Jean.
But Elena didn't want to press the matter further, so she let it go. After all, the other person had their own things to do.
As Elena turned to leave, she found herself hesitant to move. Only then did she notice the gloomy Elena tugging at her sleeve: "Um... have you ever regretted it?"
"Not now."
"Really? You really don't regret coming into this world?"
That sentence sent a chill down my spine.
“I’m doing very well,” Elena said.
“I used to live a good life, but because I wanted to live well, I made more people live poorly,” Elena said somberly. “If I die, others will definitely live better.”
You can now discuss philosophy with the zither player from before.
“But I can’t commit suicide, I’m afraid. I dream of dying, but I can’t die because I’m afraid. I’m just a born weakling,” Elena said somberly.
"So, please help me, to be free." The gloomy Elena looked at Elena with hopeful eyes.
Elena broke free from the other person's grasp and turned to leave, while Elena's gloomy, hopeful gaze gradually dimmed, and she turned her face away to continue drawing circles in the corner.
I wouldn't do this kind of thing no matter how many gold coins you offered me.
“I admit your travels are quite extensive, but compared to mine, they are like a star compared to the moon.” This time, it was another Elena who took the initiative to strike up a conversation with me. This Elena had the most distinctive features, and I mean her female features.
Irene, a narcissistic woman who champions the spirit of "Oppai" (a Japanese term for women with large breasts). While every Irene is narcissistic, this one takes it to an unparalleled level.
"Do you have a partner?" Elena replied.
"Um. I have breasts."
"Do you have a partner?"
"I have money."
"Do you have a partner?"
"..."
Sometimes, killing a game doesn't require fancy words, just a simple repetition.
The narcissistic Elena was clearly furious: "I will definitely find a partner who is stronger, richer, and more..."
"Being richer might be feasible, but being stronger is a different story." Elena patted the shoulder of the narcissistic Elena, perhaps too hard, knocking out one of the cotton balls the other was using to pad her chest, which landed all over Elena's face.
The scene fell silent for a moment. Elena and the narcissistic Elena looked at each other without saying a word, and Elena didn't dare to ask anything else.
Then, a chase ensued.
The narcissistic Elena chased after her, grumbling and cursing. The two flew around on their magic brooms, indirectly enjoying the entire kingdom.
……
Can I talk to you?
While Elena and the narcissistic Elena were putting on a chase, on the other side, Jean was still resting with her eyes closed.
At this moment, another Elena approached.
She wore glasses, making her features quite distinctive. She was the intellectual Elena who communicated relatively frequently, and one of the few "normal" people Elena mentioned.
Unfortunately, she is not a normal person.
To be precise, she is not human.
"I'm not exposing you because I want Elena to have some fun. It doesn't mean I have feelings for you." Qin didn't even open her eyes, but her tone was quite unfriendly.
"Hmm—don't be so worried." The intelligent Elena seemed to know what Qin was talking about. "I'm also very grateful that you didn't expose me, allowing me to have so much fun."
"Aren't you going to introduce yourself?" Qin asked.
“As you guessed, my name is Chesia, a demon of mockery and darkness.” A hint of crimson flashed in Elena’s intelligent pupils, but this was clearly unnoticed by the others. “It was I who brought you here, brought you to my kingdom.”
It's far away yet right before my eyes.
Elena probably never imagined that the creator of that dream had been chatting with her the whole time, and that his outward appearance was completely flawless. After all, demons are natural deceivers and actors.
Qin noticed her entirely because of her own uniqueness.
"So, what's your purpose in coming to me?" Qin asked. "I should say, what's your purpose in creating such a dream?"
“I created this dream solely for hunting,” Cheshire admitted. “And to have some fun—if you stay here with me for more than three days, you’ll become my nourishment.”
"Just tell the truth like that?"
“Of course, because I’m smart. Compared to that hot-tempered, mindless druid, I know what to provoke and what not to provoke. Food is everywhere, why covet thorny brambles?” Cheshire said seemingly nonchalantly, but completely believing the demons was worse than simply slitting her own throat and being killed; their words were full of lies.
"You might not believe it, but at least for now, I just want to have some fun. After all, no one has come for a long time, and I'm quite lonely."
Qin remained silent, waiting for Cheshire's performance.
When dealing with demons, the best approach is always to remain calm and collected. In this dream world, Cheshire may be the ruler, but she poses no threat to me—and judging from her demeanor, she is probably quite wary of me, who even the druids have sealed away, even though I didn't complete that seal in the first place.
“What a boring man,” Cheshire laughed. “Honestly, he doesn’t believe me when I’m telling the truth, which is rare for me.”
"Because all those who believed are dead."