Who Writes a Diary as a Serious Person?

My head hurts...

It felt as if someone had struck the back of my skull with a heavy club, or as if I'd been tossed into a washing machine for three hours after a night of heavy drinking.

Su Yun woke up slowly. What met his eyes were curtains embroidered with intricate gold patterns, and his nostrils were filled with the scent of expensive, yet somewhat cold, sandalwood.

This isn't my rented apartment.

Su Yun sat up abruptly, the silk quilt sliding down to reveal his bare upper body.

His muscles were fluid and well-defined, his skin fair and brimming with the explosive power of youth.

Immediately after, a tidal wave of memories flooded his mind, offering no time to buffer as they forced their way in and stirred his brain into a frenzy.

"Spirit Hall, Holy Son? A nominal disciple of Bibi Dong? A junior favored by Qian Daoliu?"

A moment later, Su Yun pressed his throbbing temples, the corners of his mouth twitching.

The good news:

He had transmigrated. Not only was he not a loser, but he had become the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, the number one power on the Douluo Continent. With a prestigious status and god-tier looks, he had started with a royal flush.

The bad news:

The boss of this organization was a madwoman, the young mistress was an undercover agent, and in the future, they would be wiped out by a hack-user named Tang San, who would scatter their ashes to the wind.

"Isn't this just a complete disaster!"

As a veteran webnovel reader, Su Yun knew the nature of Douluo Continent all too well.

Spirit Hall looked glorious on the outside, but it was actually a sieve.

The Pope, Bibi Dong, was a classic "love-brain" who, for the sake of a piece of trash like Yu Xiaogang, was willing to destroy the foundation of Spirit Hall.

The Grand Elder, Qian Daoliu, was a classic granddaughter-obsessed fool who eventually sacrificed himself to fulfill his granddaughter's ambitions.

The young mistress, Qian Renxue, was even more ridiculous; she spent twenty years undercover only to fall in love with her enemy, playing a winning hand into a total disaster.

It was like joining a Fortune 500 company, expecting to coast through life, only to find the chairman wanted to blow the company up, the general manager was a mole for a rival firm, and he himself was about to be liquidated.

"No, I have to run."

Su Yun made his decision immediately.

Go to the Heaven Dou Empire and live as a wealthy man?

No, he would eventually be caught in the crossfire of war.

Go overseas?

The Deep Sea Demonic Whale King was waiting with his mouth wide open.

Just as Su Yun was contemplating whether to kneel and surrender to Tang San or hide in some deep mountain forest for the rest of his life, a "ding" suddenly echoed in his mind.

The sound was crisp and pleasant, like music to his ears.

[Causality Diary System activated.]

[Host: Su Yun]

[Bound Identity: Holy Son of Spirit Hall]

[Function Description: Write a diary entry every day (at least 200 words) to receive rewards. The content of the diary will exert a causal influence on the world and may even change the course of the plot.]

[Newbie Quest: Write your first diary entry.]

[Reward: Twin Martial Souls awakening, Innate Full Soul Power, Newbie Gift Pack.]

A system?!

Su Yun's eyes lit up instantly, and his posture straightened.

If you have a cheat, why didn't you say so earlier!

With a system, who would want to play the coward?

Who would want to run away?

He would definitely punch Tang San, kick Yu Xiaogang, make Spirit Hall bigger and stronger, and create a new era of glory!

At this moment, a black notebook with an exquisite texture appeared out of thin air in front of him, with a golden quill floating beside it.

Su Yun reached out to take it, stroking the cover with a playful smile on his face.

"Writing a diary makes me stronger? This is practically a free handout."

However, what decent person writes a diary?

A classic movie line flashed through Su Yun's mind.

Can someone who writes a diary be a decent person?

How base!

But on second thought, to become stronger and survive in this high-risk world, who cares about integrity?

If it's base, then so be it!

Su Yun skillfully flipped to the first page, picked up the pen, pondered for a moment, and then began to write with bold, flowing strokes.

He had no intention of writing a mundane account. Since it was a diary, it was meant for venting, for roasting, and for spilling all those hard truths he had been bottling up inside.

In any case, this was something only Heaven knew, Earth knew, he knew, and the system knew.

[Year X, Month X, Day X, Weather: Sunny.]

[I've transmigrated, and to my surprise, I've become the Holy Son of Spirit Hall. To be honest, my feelings are complicated.]

[Looking at this devastatingly handsome face in the mirror, I should be happy. After all, in this world that values looks, being handsome is already half the battle won. Plus, I'm the Holy Son of Spirit Hall, one person below ten thousand—this starting point looks like a winner's life no matter how you slice it.]

[However! The problem is always the "however."]

[The moment I think about my direct superior being Bibi Dong, I feel like my future is bleak. I even feel like running away overnight, train and all.]

[Why? Because she is a pure-blooded romantic fool!]

[Bibi Dong is a woman who could topple cities and countries; her figure is the best of the best, and her strength stands at the peak of the continent. Yet, she's blind.]

[She actually likes that loser Yu Xiaogang? I truly cannot understand it. A level 29 Soul Grandmaster with neither looks nor strength, walking around with a dead-fish face all day, using data cobbled together from Spirit Hall to peddle his so-called "Ten Core Competencies" everywhere.]

[How did a piece of trash like that manage to bewitch a dignified Pope? She even went as far as to sacrifice the entire Spirit Hall for him?]

[What is she after? His lack of hygiene? His old age? The way he runs away fast when things get critical?]

[If I were Bibi Dong, I would've broken Yu Xiaogang's third leg back then and locked him in a Secret Chamber... ahem, off-topic.]

[In short, this is a massive pit. And then there's that Qian Renxue; instead of being the proper Spirit Hall Young Master, she went to the Heaven Dou Empire to play prince, keeping up the act for twenty years. What for? In the end, wasn't it just to serve as an experience farm for that cheater Tang San?]

[Not a single person in this family is normal.]

[I want to lay low, I want to survive. But since the system has arrived, I have no choice. Tang San, oh Tang San, your opportunities, your immortal herbs, your Soul Bones, and even your Xiao Wu... hehe, hand them over!]

[Let's set a small goal for today: keep a low profile and develop, and don't let that crazy woman Bibi Dong discover my anomalies. After all, when she goes crazy, she even kills her own people.]

After writing the final punctuation mark, Su Yun let out a long sigh of relief.

Refreshing!

Spilling the grievances he'd been holding inside made him feel completely clear-headed.

He closed the Diary and waited with great anticipation for the system's reward.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the first diary entry. The reward has been deposited into the System Space."

Su Yun rubbed his hands together happily, preparing to inspect the reward, completely unaware that this Karma Diary had a copy.

Furthermore, this copy updated in real-time.

Pope Palace, Council Chamber.

The dome was extremely high, and the light was dim. A peerlessly elegant figure sat atop the high Pope's throne.

She wore a brilliant golden long dress, the gown extending from her neck downward, outlining breathtaking curves. With a purple-gold crown on her head and a scepter in her hand, her fair skin looked as if it would break at a touch. Her pale purple eyes held a majesty that looked down upon the world, along with a coldness hidden deep within them.

The Pope of Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong.

At this moment, she had just finished dealing with a mountain of official documents and was rubbing her brow, preparing to take a short rest.

Suddenly, a black notebook appeared out of thin air on the desk in front of her.

There was no fluctuation of Soul Power, nor any sign of space tearing; it just appeared abruptly, without any warning.

"Hm?"

Bibi Dong's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, her Soul Power surging instantly as a terrifying pressure locked onto the notebook.

An enemy attack?

Impossible. This was the Pope Palace; even Qian Daoliu couldn't place something on her desk without a sound.

She attempted to destroy it with her Soul Power, only to find that there seemed to be an invisible law surrounding the notebook; her level 99 peerless Soul Power couldn't shake it in the slightest.

"Interesting."

Bibi Dong sneered, extended her jade-like, slender fingers, and flipped open the first page.

Su Yun's Diary (Copy).

"Su Yun? That little guy who was just named Holy Son?"

A trace of doubt flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes.

She had seen that disciple; his talent was passable and his appearance handsome, but he had always been timid and deferential in front of her, not even daring to raise his head.

This was his thing?

With a mix of curiosity and scrutiny, Bibi Dong's gaze fell upon the content of the diary.

At first, her expression remained calm.

But as she read on, her face changed.

From calm to astonishment, and then to a towering rage.

"Love-struck? Blind?"

"Is it his lack of bathing you're after? Or his advanced age?"

"Break Yu Xiaogang's third leg?!"

BOOM!

An intensely frigid killing intent erupted in an instant, plunging the temperature of the entire council chamber to freezing point.

The decorative vases nearby shattered into powder under the weight of this pressure.

Bibi Dong stared fixedly at the Diary, her knuckles white as she gripped her scepter. Her exquisite face was flushed with rage, her chest heaving violently.

"Good! Very good!"

"Su Yun... you seem so honest on the surface, yet I never imagined this is how you've been slandering This Seat in your heart!"

As the dignified Pope, when had she ever been humiliated like this?

Furthermore, what alarmed her most was that the mentions in this Diary—the destruction of the Spirit Hall's foundation, Tang San, and Qian Renxue's infiltration—gave her an inexplicable sense of dread.

It was as if these were events from a future that would truly come to pass.

"Tang San? A cheater? Immortal herbs?"

Bibi Dong took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the rage in her heart. The killing intent in her eyes gradually receded, replaced by an unfathomable depth.

She did not immediately head to the Holy Son Hall to kill him.

As a formidable leader, she keenly sensed that this Diary might hide earth-shattering secrets.

"Su Yun..."

Bibi Dong's red lips parted slightly as she murmured the name, the corners of her mouth curving into a cold and dangerous arc.

"Since you understand This Seat so well, then This Seat shall see just how you intend to keep hiding and developing."