I don't keep a diary, I only spoil life.

With his brows furrowed, Mu Touren let out a soft hum.

A pair of pale yellow eyes opened, no longer displaying the sharp edge they had shown before, but instead exuding a gentle and adorable charm.

But that adorable look quickly turned into panic.

Looking at the messy corridor.

The girl fell silent.

Xiangzi walked around her once before cautiously asking—

"Mu Zi Mu?"

"Ah."

He nodded slightly.

The man from Mutou continued to gaze at the mess on the ground.

A multitude of negative emotions welled up within me.

Finally, she stood up.

I walked to the storage corner and took out a dustpan and a broom.

Then return to the original position and clean quietly.

That figure looked exceptionally lonely.

Xiangzi hesitated for a moment, unable to think of a way to comfort the other half of his body. After thinking it over, he could only try to offer some words of comfort.

"No matter what, you must tell your parents about this, about your illness and your condition. Don't take the blame for something without your consent!"

This was the most feasible method she could think of.

However...Wakaba Mutsumi seemed a bit negative.

She hesitated for a moment, then murmured, "But...Mom...won't believe me."

Only you know your own mother.

Mori Minami is an extremely complex and sophisticated person, and Wakaba Mutsu knows this very well.

Rather than believing in such things, it's better to hope for a miracle.

However, Xiangzi shook his head: "No, she will believe it! Mu, have you forgotten how quiet and reserved you are usually? That guy was the complete opposite of you."

People have two sides to them, no matter how materialistic Mu Ma is.

Having witnessed Mu's unusual and outrageous behavior, she should have developed some humanity and the ability to discern right from wrong.

Mu is a dull personality.

Ink represents a mischievous personality.

Mu chose to remain silent and avoid her mother's high-pressure tactics.

Mo witnessed Mu's choice to dodge and then unleashed a set of military boxing moves.

Various signs, various rules of conduct.

Regardless of the differences between the two, they are simply diametrically opposed.

However, these words seemed like talking to a brick wall.

Seeing Mu standing there like a dazed fool, Sister Xiang couldn't bear to watch any longer.

“Mysterious Man A and I can see the difference between you and that Metis, how could your mother not recognize you!”

This sentence successfully brought Mu back to her senses, but in an instant, she looked down with disappointment.

"Different."

"What's different?"

"Xianghe A is different from Minami..."

A pair of clear, bright eyes stared intently at Xiang.

" ...no the same?"

"Ah."

The feeling of being patted on the head at the Ring's door kept replaying in my mind. The touch wasn't rough at all; on the contrary, it was very gentle. At first glance, it seemed inappropriate, but it was actually just playful banter among friends.

Think back to the way your mother stroked her head in front of the camera. It was very gentle, but... she barely touched it. It was just a superficial show.

So she lowered her eyes and softly repeated, "It's different, Mom...it's cold. A's hands are warm."

"..."

How ironic that a mother knows her daughter less than a stranger who just claims to have watched cartoons?

If it were my mother, she definitely wouldn't do that.

Seeing Mu sitting on the ground in a daze, Xiangzi could only ask, "Have you thought of a way to explain this?"

"...."

Mu shook his head.

For a moment, the two teenagers, who had neither father nor mother to love them, looked at each other.

In the end, it all turned into a helpless sigh.

"Shall we write in the diary tomorrow?"

Since there's no way to simply end this, we can only start with the diary.

"But don't worry too much. Even if the diary doesn't say anything, I have my own methods."

Xiangzi made a firm promise; she was now eager to return home, hoping that once she got back, she would see Detective Wuqie solve the "Zhongdeng Scams Xiaodeng" case.

By then...

"Will it work?" Ruoye Mu rubbed her teary eyes and asked for the first time.

"It can do it! It definitely can do it!"

In any case, the power granted to her by the Toyokawa family is unlimited. If she really returns to the family, Shoko is very confident that she can handle any trouble that comes her way!

"I'll come find you later. Remember to keep in touch by phone."

"Ah."

"If all else fails, just call Mai-senpai and ask her to come over to your house. That should definitely distract your mom!"

"Ah."

"..."

In the bedroom, Mori Minami, who had just been awakened by the smell of fruit in the trash can, fell into deep thought.

In the corridor outside the door, the voice of the little girl from the Toyokawa family echoed Mutsu's voice.

It resembled a stage play, yet the heartfelt emotions revealed left the mother, who always believed her daughter was perfectly fulfilling her role, feeling completely lost.

Recalling the previous two days, when Ruoye Mu hesitated and asked about her request to see a doctor, this incompetent mother suddenly realized the truth.

Immediately, he felt a wave of fear.

Part of that fear stemmed from worry about her daughter, but more so from her unease that the situation was completely out of her control and heading towards an unpredictable state.

Is Munna's captivating acting actually a result of so-called personality disorder?

Is it my own high-pressure coercion that caused my daughter to become like this?

Was there really something wrong with what I did?

In an instant, I felt even more lost.

According to what Toyokawa Shoko said.

His own daughter even knows that actress named Mai Sakurajima?

In other words, even if the daughter doesn't really need his support, she can walk steadily on this path on her own.

"..."

Staring at the pitch-black ceiling.

Listening to the increasingly faint sounds outside the door.

Mu's mother lay on the bed, bewildered and confused.

Tonight is an opportunity for her.

An opportunity for self-reflection.

at the same time.

Seeing everything outside in the spiritual realm, the sealed Metis screamed in anger.

Helpless, she turned into a doll again, trapped in a dark room in her mental space, clutching the diary with her name on it, feeling utterly wronged.

"Damn it! All I needed to do was get to that place! All I needed to do was reach that place!!!"

Before Wakaba Mutsumi's spirit suffered a devastating blow, she was completely controlled by the main personality, Komugi.

The only option was to turn on the television and once again witness this tragic life of the foreigner through a live broadcast.

They looked peaceful and harmonious.

Humiliation and anger surged into her mind, and Metty felt deeply wronged, recalling the teachings that Teacher A had given her before leaving.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh, this is unacceptable!!!"

A small fist pounded hard on the armrest of the chair.

Metis collapsed to the ground, tears welling in her eyes.

An unprecedented desire for the personality-splitting techniques mentioned in the diary.

Looking up at the pitch-black sky, she couldn't help but murmur, "I really want to become human!"

"A-chan, all our efforts have been in vain."

...

"Us? Who's talking to you about 'us'?"

"Isn't this a good thing?"

After listening to Motis's emotional report.

Li Yinguang, who had just finished his dinner, wiped his mouth and sat down at the table with a nonchalant air.

The diary was laid out early on.

On brand new pages.

The ink stain was not yet dry.

This was his reflection after witnessing two supreme beings fight to the point of shattering the primordial world.

After all, he had already emphasized that in his diary yesterday.

The diary entries for the next two days will focus more on events happening in reality.

The conflict between Motis and Mumtaz Mahal was the perfect spice of the situation.

Isn't this the kind of plot that the person behind the diary loves to see most?

The villain was defeated by his own carefully trained disciples and followers who formed a powerful alliance.

It was also during the time when Li Yinguang was writing in his diary with great interest.

Suddenly, the system's inquiry echoed in my ears.

[Actually, all you need to do is ask her for a "like loan," right, host? The memory erasure potion is a low-level item; it's very cheap.]

Let everything return to nothingness.

Then let the diary holders help Wakaba Mutsu.

Wouldn't that be a happy ending for everyone?

However, Li Yinguang, who was writing at the time, scoffed at the question.