Herrscher of Reason's Arknights

All the rooms were locked, and the girl couldn't open them without the key. She simply went up the stairs until she finally saw the only room that wasn't locked, and even the door was open.

Pushing open the somewhat flimsy metal security door, which looked like it had been added later, one would find an inner wooden door.

The room was quite tidy, and several pairs of shoes were neatly arranged on the shoe rack.

There were men's shoes, and also a pair of short high-heeled boots.

Just like the outside, it's filled with the atmosphere of life, as if the owner of this place might have lived here just yesterday.

However, the house was also empty.

The solid wood floor creaked under the girl's military boots, but no one appeared.

The room wasn't large; it was a very simple one-bedroom apartment, and you couldn't tell the occupant's gender or age at all. The most obvious clue was that they were...

A simple person?

Yelena wasn't sure if this was the right way to put it.

The girl peeked around the room cautiously, afraid that someone might suddenly come out and scold her.

After all, it's not a good thing to just wander into someone's house, but there really wasn't a single person there.

You can see a piano in the bedroom!

That's truly a rare sight. After all, in Ursus, only wealthy families can afford to learn piano. Infected individuals like Yelena are only heard of.

However, when the girl entered the house, she saw an astonishing scene.

That was the gap on the side of the piano, and a small trumpet was hanging on the white wall.

And photos are being slowly posted on top.

There were groups of people dressed as soldiers, and also individual portraits.

However, when she saw a familiar face in the photo, the girl's eyes suddenly narrowed.

She would never mistake anyone; the person she would never mistake is right in the photo.

It looks like it's by a lake, a photo of two girls standing by the lake.

One of them is my older sister!

She still had long, silver hair that cascaded down like a waterfall, and blue-gray eyes.

She was just wearing summer clothes.

Beside her stood another person, equally serious, a girl with short black hair who looked about the same age as her sister, arms crossed.

The two were wearing the same uniform.

Yelena didn't know who that girl was; she had never heard her sister talk about her past.

But that must be someone I know.

If you look further down, you'll find quite a few photos featuring the older sister.

There is also a photo of a silver-haired man with his sister. He is a rather handsome man, even though he seems to be a bit old. The man has a fawning smile on his face, while his sister next to him has a cold face, as if she never changes her expression.

But Yelena read disgust in her sister's expression.

Is she disgusted by the white-haired man beside her?

And there's the red-haired woman, ugh, so disgustingly large.

The rest are just some photos that seem unrelated.

There are photos of a man wearing a hat at an angle and a group of soldiers, as well as a photo of a long-haired man. There are many photos, but it's impossible to tell what the connection is.

only····

Why are there photos of my sister here?!

Moreover... they all share a common characteristic.

Are all these people Agorians?

Why have we never seen any racial characteristics?

Those seemed to be traces of my sister's past, but I had never heard her mention them.

Where exactly is she from, and who are the people taking photos with her?

here····

Which one again?

Thinking this, Yelena slowly looked at the bedroom table.

The table was clean and there was nothing on it.

only·····

She always felt that this place should, perhaps, possibly...

They're hiding something incredible...

For example, my sister's past...

Chapter 319 [Past Diaries]

It was a rather old-looking notebook, lying quietly in the drawer.

There was also a pen next to it.

There was no signature, and no fancy decorations.

The girl quietly picked it up, looked left and right, then behind her, feeling a little guilty, and made sure that no one would suddenly jump out of this deserted space.

She wanted to put it down, since it was really inappropriate to rummage through other people's things.

but····

I'm really curious; there were photos of my sister in this room.

What about this notebook?

The girl gently turned the pages of the paper, as if afraid of disturbing something.

This appears to be a diary; it's my sister's handwriting.

The dense scribbles, like random doodles, are just like my sister's personality—careless and casual.

only·····

Strangely, the names of the people appearing are different.

On each page, a person's name is written in the most prominent position, seemingly with great effort.

Each page is different.

Some of them aren't even real names, but more like code names.

There are also some things that I don't understand.

[On my 213th day in America, the plan is going smoothly. Killing Xiaoqiang and Ghost, and wiping out Task Force 141 is only a matter of time. Binding myself to the entire nation and dragging myself into the abyss of war, this must be great, right? I have a feeling that old bastard Price will come back for me. I haven't found him yet, maybe this is fate, but I will wait for him to come for me. But this world is really sick. Thirty thousand people have all died on the battlefield, but the whole world is just watching...]

[On my 374th day in the capital, leading troops into battle is far more tedious than I imagined. Fortunately, that minister doesn't care about attitude, only results, and the results I submitted greatly "pleased" him. For the sake of some face-saving project, the legion has to remain in the towns of foreign tribes, carrying out meaningless slaughter. Besides wasting time, I can't think of any other purpose. People are dying every day, but nobody cares. Those old fogies only care about the face of the empire's military representatives. Damn it, the empire is doomed...]

[15 days ago, I saw that vampire for the first time. Now I'm starting to wonder who the real villain is. This body is just too stupid. It can't even hit someone face-to-face. Its marksmanship is absolutely terrible...]

[Gotham City needs a madman to save it? Why can't it be me? Why not that useless rich kid Wayne? Just because he's the protagonist?]

The initial entries were somewhat baffling, as if someone were keeping a personal diary.

She continued flipping through the pages, but the further she went, the more obsessive the content became.

This is a damn chore.

It's as if someone has a crazy obsession with something.

[Foolish woman, why can something like this be the protagonist? Is it just because Himeko is the protagonist? I really want to kill her, but I can't.]

Madness is simply repeating the same thing over and over again, hoping and expecting a different outcome. But no matter how many times you repeat it, the ending is always the same.

Yelena felt her hands trembling slightly.

Because the entire diary is recording one thing.

Slaughter, countless slaughters, unheard-of slaughters, and what seems to be the voice of an older sister recounting her repeated, frantic struggles on the edge of life and death.

Just because she thinks she's... the villain?

Why do you think so?

Unheard-of places, unheard-of countries, unfamiliar names appear constantly; war, massacre, death, conspiracy. Such words permeate every corner of the diary.

The girl continued flipping through the pages with mixed feelings; it seemed like a job.

As long as you survive, you can earn more; if you don't try, you'll die.

Gradually, the diarist adapted to the crisis and survived time and time again.

But the struggle never stopped.

until·····

I wonder what Himeko's expression will be when she discovers that her student was the mastermind behind everything. It's something to look forward to...

It looks like I won't have time to attend Fu Hua's graduation exam.

The diary ends on the eve of its inevitable demise.

The next section is just a blank sheet of white paper, indicating that the recorder hasn't yet turned the latest content into a memory.

This is my sister's handwriting, but only when she read it all in one go did she realize that she couldn't actually understand those strange characters at all.

But I can understand its meaning.

She didn't recognize Chinese characters; she had only ever seen her older sister write them.

However, she actually understood what was written on it.

This feeling is very strange.

Moreover, this diary seems to chronicle the entire process of a person gradually descending into madness.

At the beginning of the diary, the recorder seemed to care a little, but gradually, they stopped caring and simply recorded their own temperament, without making any further mention of what happened.

He became cold-blooded, and began to find pleasure in tragedy.

Until, the last blank space.

That's it. There were no more entries after that. Why did I stop recording? Was it because I didn't want to record anymore, or...?

Slowly putting down the diary, I felt a sense of déjà vu in this room, a place etched with the marks of a past life.

A piano, photos covering the walls, and diaries from the past.

However, the seemingly cozy room, when viewed through the window, reveals only a purple sky and an utterly empty space.

"So, how long do you plan to stay in there? And you haven't even changed your shoes."

"Ugh!"

The girl felt a chill run down her spine, turned around abruptly, put her hands behind her back, threw the diary into the drawer, and then pushed it back in with her lower back.

My older sister was standing outside with her arms crossed, watching me coldly.

"N-nothing..."

"...Change your shoes first, you've dirtied the floor."

Chapter 320 [The Last Skill]

The silver-haired girl walked along the edge of the boulder, looking at the boundless imaginary space before her.

Yelena followed closely behind, watching her sister in front of her.

The two walked along the edge of the boulder, with a bottomless abyss beside them, as if taking a stroll, yet remaining silent.

The atmosphere between the two was quite tense.

The girl didn't know what to say. She had finally met the person she had always wanted to see, and even glimpsed a small part of her sister's past.

However, when he got to her and saw her, he found that he couldn't get any information out of her.

All the problems seemed to lose their meaning the moment they saw her.