After reading the first sentence in the middle of the diary, Su Yi suddenly felt that his brain could not keep up.
The seventh generation of transmigrants? Had a lot of Earthlings already transmigrated here before me?
And why was this notebook here?
Had the Soulless wiped out those earlier transmigrants, or had those transmigrants belonged to the Soulless faction?
With that thought, Su Yi leaned casually against the supplies and eagerly turned the pages.
"January 4: clear."
"The pendulum of the universe has completed another cycle, and a new era has begun. Yet I have fallen into hell."
"Honestly, I don't understand why that shitty mentor sent a genius like me to stand guard here."
"I! Qian Haonan! Am a pure-blooded seventh-generation transmigrant! The blood of my ancestors runs pure in my veins!"
"I'm completely immune to any influence those so-called Evil Gods might exert on me!"
"The world I belong in is that mad, twisted Dark Universe, and the battlefields where blood and energy erupt!"
"Even if I can't become a warrior, I could at least become a patrolman who keeps those Fanatics in check."
"Goddammit, even that idiot Li Hailong got into the Rending Vanguard, but I'm stuck hiding in a bunker?"
"I'm going to curse that blind fool of a mentor with the most primitive and vicious curse from my homeland."
"May your child be born without an asshole."
Reading this, Su Yi could not hold it in and burst out laughing.
Nearby, Great Sage Bell was doing everything he could to demonstrate his abilities, though the work had left him drenched in sweat. Hearing the laughter, he immediately felt that Su Yi was mocking him.
He turned his head slightly, only to discover that Su Yi was not looking his way at all. Instead, he