Game Invasion: The male and female protagonists are in love, but I am secretly stealing their homes

[May 1, 6798]

The devilish game doesn't care whether we love this world or not, nor whether we hate the game or not; it seems that it only hopes that we don't hate the beings here.

What exactly does it want us to do?

"Waiting for a war."

This is the conclusion we reached after countless discussions.

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[May 7, 6798]

She really didn't want to participate in the devil's game. Sometimes you have to stay in a game for several months. How did she manage to survive it?

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[May 19, 6798]

I heard her nightmares have changed.

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[May 1, 6798]

She asked me to buy her several bottles of sleeping potion.

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[May 16, 6798]

Today I asked Maple Syrup if she didn't dislike her, but rather admired her.

Maple Syrup: "Your language is really foul."

It's funny, she got anxious before I even said who it was.

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[May 12, 6798]

Why are her dark circles even worse than mine?

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[May 1, 6798]

What exactly is this new nightmare?

When we get together, she often sits in a corner lost in thought, as quiet as a cold, gentle snowflake.

What is she in pain about?

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[May 15, 6798]

She said she could see how happy her other self was.

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This concludes my diary entry.

Yu Xunge closed her eyes and leaned against the crooked tree trunk, the [Raging Moon] used for lighting swaying gently beside her ear.

The words on the last page of the diary were imprinted in her mind like a magic mark, lingering there.

Was she happy? A question she never considered.

It's quite possible that the Demon Game didn't show the Mountain Song enough fragments—the tranquil mountains are clearly concealing part of the truth about the chaotic starry sea.

Or is it that his most painful moments were also moments of happiness for her?

She took out the half of the ruby ​​called "Tyrant's Game" and the old carving knife called "Lullaby" from her pocket.

After sitting quietly for a while, she put the diary, the gemstone, and the carving knife into the gashapon machine.

Xuexiang is probably in chaos right now. Should she go back and check on it?

B80's voice echoed in her mind: "Your teacher, the little elf, asked you if you had acquired something good, and the Mountain Mist Blade personally went out of the city to track you down."

Yu Xunge: "Hmm, I got my hands on a diary."

B80: "Did you see the group chat? Wasteland also got a copy."

Yu Xunge: ???

What's wrong with the apostles of God in this world? Do they all like writing diaries so much?

She quickly opened the battlefield chat channel, which already had 9999+ messages, and followed the timeline provided by B80 to quickly find the message from Wasteland.

【Island of Ashes】: Searching for Song, let me know if you reach the Forest Sea. I have a diary here with a lot of information about Searching for Song in the Mountains.

Sen Hai, could it be Gunyama Maple Syrup's diary?

Yu Xunge did not respond. More than twenty minutes had passed since the message was sent. She would wait until she actually arrived in Senhai before responding.

As for Mistblade's diary... that's someone else's privacy, so I won't tell the teacher.

Yu Xunge planned to take advantage of the misty mountains coming out to look for him, and then sneak back to search again.

She still has an hour and a half left of her "world's luckiest person" cooking special effect time, she can't waste it like this.

The moon was still hanging in the sky. Wearing an antenna, Yu Xunge entered the world within the shadow. With the triple protection of the [mysterious power], and that wasn't enough, Yu Xunge also enveloped himself in a bubble nebula.

After taking four layers of protection, she put away her lantern, turned the rudder, and went straight to the bed under the house of the Mountain Mist Blade.

There were indeed voices outside, coming from the living room on the first floor.

She immediately used the owl accessory to clear the cooldown of [Absolute Freedom] before holding her breath and eavesdropping on the sounds outside.

It was Yuehu's voice. One of them was the Mountain Mist Blade, who should have chased after them out of the city. The other voice was both familiar and unfamiliar. Yu Xunge couldn't help but think of himself, but this voice was full of sharpness.

This was the first time she had described someone's voice and tone of voice in this way.

But this was the most accurate description she could think of, because just listening to this person speak made her feel like her knife was slowly pressing down on you.