No Serious Person Writes a Diary?

Heaven Dou City.

Deep within the Crown Prince's bedchamber.

Qian Renxue shed her magnificent court robes, revealing her true form. Her skin was fair and her features breathtakingly beautiful; even clad in nothing but a simple white dress, she remained heart-stoppingly stunning.

A thick, lingering fatigue gathered between her brows, but rather than marring her beauty, it only made her appear more pitiable and captivating.

She sat before the vanity, gazing at her reflection in the mirror, and for a fleeting moment, a trace of confusion flickered in her eyes.

Over a decade of infiltration—the best years of a woman's life spent here—was it truly worth it?

"It is worth it."

Qian Renxue looked at her reflection, her gaze turning resolute once more.

She had to prove herself to that woman.

As she spoke, silence returned, save for the gentle flickering of candlelight.

After a long while, she raised a hand to rub her temples and rose, intending to rest.

Worth it or not, the exhaustion was real.

Yet, just then, her fingertips inadvertently brushed against a black-covered notebook that had appeared from nowhere.

The book was neither gold nor jade, its material unidentifiable, with the words [Su Ye's Diary—Qian Renxue Edition] inscribed upon the cover.

"A diary? But it wasn't here just a moment ago..." Qian Renxue's brows furrowed slightly, and an inexplicable sense of trepidation quietly crept into her heart.

With two Title Douluo guarding the exterior, if someone could infiltrate this place without a sound, what kind of strength must they possess?

Furthermore...

"Su Ye? Is this the same Su Ye I know?"

"Did he place this here? But how could he have managed it?"

After a moment of silence, Qian Renxue's confusion deepened, accompanied by a burgeoning sense of curiosity.

She had recently heard of a talented soul master named Su Ye.

His combat prowess and talent were both impressive, and he had gained a small reputation in the Soul Fighting Arena.

She had intended to recruit and subdue him once she had some free time, but she never expected to be reminded of him in such a manner.

"Interesting. I shall see what tricks you are trying to play."

After the initial trepidation, Qian Renxue had completely regained her composure and picked up the diary, flipping it open.

Call it confidence or arrogance.

As the strongest second-generation—or rather, Nth-generation—of the Douluo Continent and the Young Master of the Martial Soul Hall, she did not believe anyone dared to act against her. Thus, she approached this entirely out of curiosity and to pass the time.

However, as the diary opened, she could no longer maintain her calm.

[Holy crap, for real? Thirteen years since I transmigrated, has my golden finger finally arrived?]

Seeing the opening sentence, two large question marks surfaced in Qian Renxue's mind.

Transmigrated? Golden finger?

What is this?

A golden finger?

According to the intelligence reports, the other party's finger didn't seem to be gold.

Could it be that his finger had turned gold now? But was there any need to be so excited about it?

[Confirmed, it's not a hallucination, the golden finger has really arrived!]

[Although my own talent isn't bad, who would refuse a cheat? People these days can never have enough cheats, right?]

[Uh, I got a bit sidetracked. Back to the point, writing a diary, right? Let me think, what should I write? Sigh, this is tough; I really have no experience in this.]

[After all, what kind of normal person writes a diary?]

[Ahem, enough nonsense. My name is Su Ye, and this is my thirteenth year since transmigrating to the Love Continent. Come to think of it, it's quite a failure.]

[Having arrived at the famous Love Continent, I haven't even had a single romance. I'm still single to this day. Sigh, what a failure!]

[If I remember correctly, by the time Oscar's dad was my age, he probably already had Oscar, right?]

[Speaking of Oscar, I have to mention the main cast. If I'm not mistaken, Tang San should be a year younger than me and is about to arrive at Shrek.]

[Twelve years old! It's a good thing the golden finger arrived now, otherwise, in a dozen years or so, when that guy becomes a god and turns the Douluo Continent into the Tang Family Continent, it'll be hard for me to get by.]

[After all, that guy is notoriously treacherous. Trying to become a god under his nose—other than kneeling down to be a dog for the Tang family, there's almost no other path.]

Seeing this, Qian Renxue frowned deeply.

Who exactly is this Tang San that Su Ye speaks of?

To be able to break through to the legendary realm of godhood, and to be so overbearing as to forbid others from becoming gods unless they kneel and act as dogs?

Heh, does he not know that I am the strongest genius on the continent?

Douluo Continent does not allow such an awesome person to exist... wait, Tang Family Continent?

The desire for conquest had just risen in Qian Renxue's heart, but upon reading that previous sentence, her expression shifted constantly.

Tang Family Continent?

Had the plan of Martial Soul Hall failed?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

She shook her head in denial, unwilling to believe such a conjecture.

She knew better than anyone how strong the power of Martial Soul Hall was, and with everything going smoothly on her end, how could they possibly fail?

Just because of one Tang San?

[Sigh, come to think of it, Martial Soul Hall really didn't pull their weight, playing a great hand of cards into a complete mess, especially the little angel; otherwise, I wouldn't have had to worry about all these random things before.]

[But it doesn't matter anymore. I am no longer the person I was before. What can a mere little punk like him do to me? Bring on the cheats!]

Qian Renxue waited for a good while longer, and seeing that there was truly no more to follow, she finally closed the diary, reflecting on everything she had just seen.

Su Ye was long-winded and rambled about a lot of nonsense, yet he had still revealed quite a bit of key information.

First, the plan of Martial Soul Hall would fail, and they would not be able to unify the continent.

Second, someone would become a god in the future, and it was likely this person who ruined the plan of Martial Soul Hall.

Finally...

Su Ye actually knew of her?

Qian Renxue thought about the "little angel" mentioned later, which was clearly referring to her, but how exactly did he discover her?

What was the deal with this diary?

And why did the other party know so much about future events?

What exactly was a transmigrator?

The more she thought, the heavier her doubts became, and at the same time, it piqued her curiosity.

"I had intended to go find you after some time, but it seems I must move that up."

As her voice fell, Qian Renxue lifted her gaze toward the heavy night outside the hall. A sharp glint flashed in her beautiful eyes as she whispered that name, her tone carrying a hint of inquiry and a whisper of determination:

"Su Ye... who exactly are you?!"

At the same moment.

In a luxurious hotel in Heaven Dou City, Su Ye, who was being pondered by Qian Renxue, was currently lying on a soft bed, his brows slightly furrowed.

This god-forsaken system insisted on waiting until after midnight to distribute rewards, making him feel incredibly anxious.

Feeling time tick away second by second, Su Ye only felt his heartbeat growing faster and faster.

Until the reward was in his hands, he always felt a bit uneasy, fearing that all of this was just a fantasy.

Fortunately, as the time arrived, that familiar electronic voice rang out in his mind once again.

[Ding! Now calculating yesterday's rewards!]

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the first diary entry, reward critical hit.]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining:...]