This Life, I Will Be the Protagonist-Chapter 1132 Divine Game Quiet Mountain 15
Quiet Mountain, Year 6798, June 1
The Demon Game does not care whether we love this world, nor does it care whether we hate the game. It seems to only hope that we do not hate the beings living here.
So what does it actually want us to do?
"Wait for a war."
That is the conclusion we reached after countless discussions.
... 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶
Quiet Mountain, Year 6798, July 7
I really do not want to participate in the Demon Game. One round can last for months at a time. How does she endure it?
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Quiet Mountain, Year 6798, August 19
I heard her nightmare has changed.
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Quiet Mountain, Year 6798, September 1
She came to me to buy several bottles of sleeping potion.
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Quiet Mountain, Year 6798, September 16
Today I asked Maple Syrup whether she actually does not dislike her, and maybe even admires her.
Maple Syrup said, "That was a filthy insult."
Funny. I had not even said who I was talking about, and she already snapped.
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Quiet Mountain, Year 6798, October 12
Why are her dark circles worse than mine?
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Quiet Mountain, Year 6798, November 1
What exactly is her new nightmare?
When we gather, she often sits alone in a corner, dazed, quiet like a cold, gentle snowflake.
What is she suffering from?
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Quiet Mountain, Year 6798, December 15
She said she can see how happy the other version of herself is.
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The diary ended there.
Rita closed her eyes and leaned back against the crooked tree trunk. The Wrathful Moon she was using for light swayed gently by her ear.
The words on the final page lingered in her mind like engraved runes, impossible to shake.
Was she really living happily?
It was a question Rita had never once considered.
Was it that the fragments shown to QM Rita by the Demon Game were incomplete? That was very possible. Quiet Mountain was clearly concealing part of the truth about Uncharted Star Sea.
Or was it that the most painful moments of her own life looked like happiness to that version of her?
Rita reached into her pocket and took out the half ruby named Tyrant Game, along with the old carving knife called Lullaby.
She sat there quietly for a while, then put the diary, the gemstone, and the knife back into the gacha machine.
Snowfield was probably in chaos right now. Should she go back and take a look?
B80’s voice sounded in her mind.
"Your teacher’s little fairy asked whether you got anything good. QM Mistblade personally left the city to track you down."
Rita replied, "Yeah. I got a diary."
B80 said, "Did you check the chat? Ash Cinders got one too."
Rita: ???
What was going on with the apostles of the gods in this world? Why did they all love keeping diaries?
She quickly opened the battlefield chat channel, which was already past 9999 messages. Following the timestamp B80 mentioned, she soon found Ash Cinders’ message.
[Isolated Isle Ash Cinders]: Rita, if you make it to Forest Sea, let me know. I have a diary here with a lot of information about QM Rita.
Forest Sea. Could that be Quiet Mountain Maple Syrup’s diary?
Rita did not reply. More than twenty minutes had already passed since that message. She would respond once she actually reached Forest Sea.
As for Mistblade’s diary, that was someone else’s privacy. She decided not to tell her teacher about it.
Rita planned to sneak back while QM Mistblade was out searching for her and do another round of investigation.
The cooking buff from being "the luckiest person in the world" still had an hour and a half left. She was not going to waste it.
The moon was still hanging in the sky. Wearing the antenna, Rita entered the shadow world directly. With Mystic Force providing triple protection, that still was not enough. She added a layer of Nebula Bubble on top.
Only after stacking four layers of protection did she put away the lantern and turn the ship’s wheel, teleporting straight under QM Mistblade’s bed.
There were voices outside. From the first floor living room.
She immediately used the owl ornament to reset Absolute Freedom’s cooldown, then held her breath and listened carefully.
It was Moonfox language. One voice belonged to QM Mistblade, who should have been chasing her out of the city. The other voice was familiar yet strange. Rita could not help but think of herself, but this voice was sharp, bristling with edge.
It was the first time she had ever described a voice like this.
But it was the most accurate description she could find, because just hearing this person speak felt like a blade pressing slowly toward your throat.
"I thought when you cannot sleep and have nothing to do, you just hug your stupid gemstones all night."
"...That is not the point. I did not expect the other you to be this shameless."
"Which year’s diary did you read to get this worked up?"
"...I said that is not the point. The problem now is finding that diary."
"You hid the Order Badge inside it? Losing your privacy just to give someone a surprise?"
QM Mistblade fell silent, clearly no longer wanting to engage with this irritating person.
QM Rita suddenly said, "The Order Badge is very easy to use. At six in the morning or six in the evening, ask Them to grant you the laws of demons, and you can open the gate to the Demon Game."
Hearing her say this out of nowhere, QM Mistblade abruptly drew the blood mist long blade from her waist and drove it into the floor. Crimson fog instantly flooded the entire snow house.
The next second, she and QM Rita appeared almost simultaneously beside the bed.
A boot clad in lock armor hooked the edge of the bed. Amid the Moonfox’s violent coughing, that foot kicked hard, sending the bed spinning through the air before it smashed into the balcony.
Under the bed, there was no one. Only a few white petals with faint red tips.
QM Mistblade said, "...I just bought that bed."
QM Rita, who had crouched down to inspect the petals, replied without even turning her head, "You cannot sleep anyway."
"...Is that even something a person would say?" QM Mistblade took a slow breath. Forget it. That was not the point. She asked, "You said that on purpose for her to hear, didn’t you?"
"Yeah. Once she knows how to enter the game, she will go in."
"But I do not have a badge. If I do not enter a Demon Game for twenty one days, I will be erased." So why did you not seal this place the moment you noticed her presence?
QM Rita looked at QM Mistblade with confusion.
"So?"
What did that have to do with her?
QM Mistblade met QM Rita’s gaze and realized there was no emotion in her eyes at all. No ripples. No waves.
If she had to analyze it, the only thing present was a faint trace of confusion.
She was genuinely curious about why this mattered to her.
QM Mistblade suddenly lost all interest. She waved her hand.
"Leave."
QM Rita seemed to notice something interesting. She studied QM Mistblade for a moment, then asked, "You are disappointed."
QM Mistblade shook her head and walked over to the sofa in the bedroom, sitting down. Years of sleeplessness had stacked hundreds of debuffs on her. She could still wield her long blade, but her mind was always exhausted.
The bedroom fell silent.
