The Chronospace Diary

Eastsea City, Spirit Pagoda branch.

"Student, this is the hundred-year Soul Spirit you purchased." The young woman in a black silk uniform respectfully handed the Soul Spirit to a boy who looked only six or seven years old.

The boy gave a reserved nod, took the Soul Spirit, and turned to leave.

As soon as he stepped out of the Spirit Pagoda, he saw an old man in a butler's uniform standing nearby with a smile.

"Young Master, please get in."

The boy nodded and calmly settled into the back seat. As the car drove off, he turned his gaze slightly toward the window.

The boy's name was Chen Ye, the Young Clan Master of the Chen Family in Eastsea City.

The Chen Family was the First Family in Eastsea City, and had a Marriage Alliance with the Xu Family, the Second Family.

But Chen Ye wasn't gazing out the window to marvel at his distinguished status. It was because he was a transmigrator.

He had been born into this world and had lived here for six years.

Because he was a transmigrator, he had not only displayed a maturity beyond his years, but had also been hailed as the Chen Family's greatest genius after awakening his Martial Soul two days ago.

Chen Ye's Martial Soul was strange. It wasn't the Chen Family's inherited Martial Soul, nor was it a Mutated Martial Soul. Instead, it was a Martial Soul called the Chronospace Diary.

He had reached Innate Level Ten Soul Power. After the family's examination, they had confirmed that his Martial Soul was top grade, but no one knew what it actually did.

Everyone simply assumed it was a Martial Soul Mutation. Chen Ye had come here to obtain a Soul Ring.

The car came to a slow stop, and Chen Ye got out and entered an estate of extreme luxury.

He went into his room and looked at the Tool Soul Spirit placed in front of him.

The Soul Spirit itself was a book, and it was the finest of all hundred-year Soul Spirits.

The Chen Family had spent more than a million Federation Currency to buy it from the Spirit Pagoda Headquarters.

Watching the pages turn on their own, Chen Ye sighed. "I've been here for six years and still don't even have a cheat. I don't even know what this Martial Soul does."

"Ugh, this may be a top-grade Martial Soul, but could any Martial Soul in this world really compare to the Golden Dragon King and Silver Dragon King?"

A hint of dejection showed on Chen Ye's face as he gently rested his finger on the Soul Spirit.

A faint radiance flickered, and the Soul Spirit slowly merged with his palm.

He had expected a Soul Ring or perhaps some kind of Soul Skill to appear.

But to his surprise, his Martial Soul suddenly manifested, and the Chronospace Diary opened to its first page.

[The Chronospace Diary has officially opened. Please begin writing.]

[The contents of the diary will be made available to all female characters in the Douluo Plane.]

[Each time a female character reads it, the host will receive a corresponding reward.]

[You may freely write or revise the date, but it must be consistent with the facts.]

[The diary is currently open to five readers. Please begin writing.]

Chen Ye blinked as he looked at the words that had appeared in his Chronospace Diary. His eyes were full of disbelief.

"Is this a joke? Can I really get stronger just by writing a diary?"

"If it's really that easy, why the hell would I cultivate? I might as well just write in my diary."

A trace of curiosity and hesitation showed in Chen Ye's eyes, but then he remembered that he was a transmigrator.

If transmigration could happen, what else was impossible?

So he hesitated for only a moment before opening the second page of his Martial Soul.

As the Chronospace Diary turned to the second page, a passage appeared.

[The diary will randomly select five important female characters. After it is published, if more than three of them approve, the host will receive a Second Martial Soul.]

[The host may choose the Second Martial Soul. Any creature that has ever existed in Douluo history can become the host's Second Martial Soul.]

[So please write your diary carefully and make all the goddesses fall head over heels for you!]

"Whoa—" Chen Ye sucked in a breath. It looked like this might actually be real.

But whether it was real or not, he wanted to give it a try. After a moment of silence, Chen Ye raised his hand and slowly placed it on the diary, using his finger as a pen.

"If I'm writing a diary, it has to be honest. I don't know who the five lucky readers are..."

"But your bro definitely won't let you down."

On a somewhat abandoned street in Eastsea City, a girl sat there in a daze.

She hugged her knees, her eyes clouded with confusion.

Her silver hair fluttered in the breeze, but her clothes were extremely dirty.

The girl looked around in a daze, but the confusion in her gaze lasted only a moment.

Her eyes quickly cleared, and a trace of puzzlement appeared in them.

"Hmm? A Chronospace Diary? What is this? How could it enter my mind?"

"I'm a clone of the Silver Dragon King. How could anything enter my mind without any resistance?"

Puzzlement filled the girl's eyes. She didn't understand what was happening.

This strange diary had appeared out of nowhere in her Spirit Sea.

Her mental defenses belonged to the Silver Dragon King, yet they had still been breached with ease.

"Could it be that not all the gods in this world have disappeared?"

"Could there still be other gods alive in this world? Otherwise, how could this have happened?"

Confusion filled the girl's eyes. She instinctively touched the diary with her Spiritual Power.

The diary turned by itself and slowly opened to the first page.

There were no words on it, but as the girl's Spiritual Power touched the page, lines of text appeared.

[Welcome to the Chronospace Diary. Congratulations, you are authorized to use and read this diary.]

[This diary has crossed time and space from the distant past. It does not belong to this era, yet it has witnessed three thousand years of this world's history.]

[Anyone able to read this diary is a person of great fortune. It will reveal your fate and your future.]

[Do not reveal the diary's existence to anyone. Those who disobey will be punished by Heaven and die without a whole corpse.]

[This diary cannot be destroyed or altered. Anyone who tries to attack it will suffer a backlash.]

The girl's eyes were fixed on the diary. Its words were plain, yet every character seemed to have been formed by the will of Heaven and Earth.

A flicker passed through Na'er's eyes, and a trace of curiosity entered her cool, purple gaze.

She instinctively tried to touch it with her Spiritual Power, then felt a sharp pain in her head.

The pain couldn't be dispelled or diminished. It only stopped after about five minutes.

The girl let out a long breath. She hesitated and didn't dare touch the diary again, but a bright, unusual light flickered in her eyes.

"Witness my fate, then. What will my fate be?"

"Now that this diary exists... is there any chance I can change my inevitable death?"