Diary

"...Rule One: Do not enter the fog. Do not enter the fog. Do not enter the fog!!"

"...At first, I didn't understand this rule, but remember it well—you must obey it!!"

"...Rule Two: Every day, recite your name and the course of your life that you still remember in front of everyone. Say as much as you can remember. Never conceal anything!"

"...At first, I was deeply puzzled by this rule. I even resisted it fiercely. But because I didn't follow it, it led to a terribly painful lesson... It was truly too painful, so you must obey it. You have to obey it!!"

"...Rule Three: If you absolutely must enter the fog, there must be no fewer than three people. This is the absolute limit. Three people is the minimum for entering. Remember, remember!"

"...From what I've learned, the number three represents the minimum anchoring number for self-logical cognition. Three people—you, me, him. Only then can the foundation of a life's existence be distinguished. They say that if there are fewer than three people, something extremely, extremely terrifying will happen. But this makes me curious. If something terrifying happens whenever there are fewer than three people, that means no living person could possibly return. Then... how did they learn this rule?"

Wu Pifu, Xu Shilan, and Yamadai looked at one another. All three felt a chill of horror in their hearts. Wu Pifu was somewhat better off; aside from his thick nerves, his great skill also gave him courage. But Xu Shilan and Yamadai were truly horrified. There were exactly three of them.

The three steadied themselves and continued reading the diary translated by the Main Brain.

"...There must be other rules! There must be! Those refugees passed through the fog zone, and they have endured for so long