After the preceding diary entries, the next entry was dated quite a long time later.
[September 12th, Clear]
...It seemed like it had been a long time since I last wrote in this diary, hadn't it?
It was hard to imagine that I had actually survived until now. I had thought I would be eliminated right from the start.
But if this continued, perhaps hope could really be preserved? Perhaps.
Oh, right, I ran into her here. She was still alive too.
That was wonderful...
"'Eliminated'... does that refer to this Office Building?"
Bai Zhi raised an eyebrow slightly and looked up toward the floors above.
From the top floor all the way down, every floor was lined with countless corpses. He had previously wondered why so many people had gathered here, but now he might have found the answer in this Notebook.
"Because of that Mysterious Radio Station, all the survivors in this area... or rather, this city, gathered here to take part in an experiment meant to preserve hope... Was it that kind of experiment?"
Tapping his fingers on the table, Bai Zhi wore a thoughtful expression.
In a world this hopeless, there was probably only one kind of so-called hope he could think of.
—Self-Aware Monsters.
They possessed the power of monsters, allowing them to survive in this kind of world, while retaining the Sanity and memories of humans to defend humanity's dignity.
"Could the earliest [ghost messengers] in the Underworld have originated this way...? Wait, were they creating a [Class]?"
At that thought, Bai Zhi's expression became rather subtle.
When it came to a place like the Underworld, the first thing that came to anyone's mind was probably monsters. Once night fell, ghosts were everywhere in this world.
For a world to develop, population