Ding—To receive your daily reward, the host must write a minimum of 400 words in the diary. Failure to comply will forfeit all rewards.
Ding—Daily rewards will be distributed at midnight (00:00).
The mechanical voice echoed in Su Chan's mind like a divine decree, leaving no room for argument. Sitting cross-legged in the quiet solitude of his modest courtyard, Su Chan slowly exhaled, his lips curling into a faint, unreadable smile.
"So it begins…"
The moonlight cast a soft glow over his simple wooden table, where a jade brush and inkstone lay waiting. With one last glance at the silver sky, Su Chan picked up the brush and began to write.
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[Diary Entry – Day 1]
I am Su Chan.
Seventeen years ago, I was reborn into the world of a damn novel—a harem novel, no less. The same one I had been reading before falling asleep that night. I never imagined that my soul would awaken within its pages.
Only today did my past-life memories fully return. It hit me like thunder—this body is that of Su Chan, a minor cannon fodder who dies early in the story. My master? None other than Bai Lianxin, also known as the Frost Moon Fairy, one of the top sword cultivators in the entire realm. She resides atop Fairy Peak and is renowned for her unparalleled swordsmanship.
In the novel, she was nothing more than a prize for the so-called "hero." Just like every other beautiful woman in this story—a mere trophy in the hero's ever-growing harem. What absolute nonsense. The author must have been drunk when he wrote this bullsh*t. A world where women exist only to orbit around one man's greatness?
And me? The original Su Chan died pitifully in the early chapters. No character arc, no glory—just a stepping stone to highlight the hero's strength. Pathetic.
But things will be different now.
Tomorrow marks the start of the Discipleship Recruitment Ceremony. According to the plot, the "Son of Destiny," Ye Fan, will demonstrate some talent in swordsmanship and earn a place as an outer disciple. From there, his meteoric rise begins.
Outwardly, Ye Fan acts like a refined gentleman, but I know better. Behind that polite façade lies a vicious, manipulative snake. He's not the hero of this world. Not anymore.
I've written enough for today—400 words, just as required.
Let's see what rewards await me at midnight.
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Closing the diary, Su Chan leaned back slightly, his expression thoughtful. The mark of the Chaos Divine Body pulsed faintly beneath his robes, and a rush of unfamiliar energy stirred within him.
"Now then," he murmured with a glint in his eyes, "let's take a look at the gifts this world has given me…"
The path of the villain had begun—and this
time, the script would not go as written.