Chapter 1: Maria, I Found an Interesting Person!

[Hello everyone, my name is Amamiya Ren. This is a very abrupt self-introduction, and honestly, I think so myself.]

[First, let me explain something. If anyone can read this diary, then it must be part of the so-called "diary exposure flow." In simple terms, the diary I write will be seen by certain heroines and supporting female characters. After reading it, they might gain some insights into the story or even learn something about the future.]

[Now, this part is very important: if you're reading this diary, you need to understand one thing—you are real, this world is real, and I know about your story and some future events because information about your world exists in another world. In that other world, it has been recorded by mangaka and novelists. That's how I know your story.]

[These words may sound complicated, but they're crucial.]

[After I was born and learned that my name was Amamiya Ren, I started to stay alert for any sign of a politician named Shido Masayoshi or a traitor named Akechi Goro.]

[The result? In my fifteen years of life, I haven't found anyone named Shido Masayoshi or Akechi Goro.]

[Great! This means this world won't be controlled by false gods, and I don't have to act as a savior.]

[But then, I discovered that my school was called Teitan High School, and the town I lived in was Beika Town.]

[Oh my god! Why didn't I realize I lived in Beika Town before this?!]

[Anyway, it was this sudden realization that made me decide to pick up the notebook I received a year ago.]

[Not for any other reason, but simply because I hope to avoid the influence of the god of death in Beika Town.]

At this point, Ren stopped writing.

Ending the first diary entry here felt appropriate.

As for whether anyone would read it, Ren wrote the diary with the faint expectation that someone might.

"This must be part of the diary exposure flow. I just hope it's not one of those scenarios where it gets exposed to the entire world. That would be a disaster. If it were the 'global exposure' type, the past diary entries would've already been revealed by now."

"Instead of calling it an exposure flow, it feels more like those second-year middle school delusions turning into reality. You know, the kind where everything you wrote back then suddenly becomes real."

The idea of those old diary entries becoming reality gave him a headache.

But this diary was different. This one was new. If it was going to follow the "exposure flow," then it had to be written with sincerity. Unlike those over-the-top, delusional entries from middle school, this one needed to feel genuine.

He thought about it carefully. "If this really gets exposed, it's better to avoid writing anything embarrassing. That way, even if someone sees it, it won't be too awkward."

--

In a grand villa, a girl with twin ponytails held a diary in her hands, her eyes scanning the pages with interest.

"Wow~ I didn't think someone like this actually existed."

Her curiosity was piqued, and her eyes sparkled with excitement.

She was not the type to sit idly by. In fact, she was someone who could easily mobilize others with her enthusiasm.

"Maria!"

After a moment, a maid dressed in a Victorian-style uniform entered the girl's bedroom.

"What is it this time, Nagi?"

The maid, Maria, had pale pink skin and wore a conservative outfit with a blue base and white accents. The uniform covered her entire body, revealing nothing of her figure except her cute face and delicate hands.

Despite the modest attire, it was clear that Maria was an exceptionally beautiful young woman.

"I've found something interesting!" exclaimed the girl, Sanzenin Nagi, her eyes practically glowing with excitement.

Maria's expression immediately darkened.

"This child is at it again," she muttered to herself.

Maria knew Nagi's habits all too well. Her young mistress had a short attention span and a tendency to get excited about things only to lose interest just as quickly.

Whenever Nagi became fascinated by something, Maria's workload always seemed to increase.

With a sigh, Maria asked, "So, what is it this time?"

"I've found an interesting person!" Nagi declared.

"Huh?"

Maria was immediately skeptical. How could Nagi, who rarely left her room, have found an interesting person?

"The windows in Nagi's room are far from the ground. Did someone climb up here?" Maria's inner monologue was already preparing to berate the Sanzenin family's security team for their negligence.

"Nagi-chan, you didn't see someone wandering around the yard, did you? Did one of the guards let someone in again?"

"…"

Nagi's expectant expression quickly turned exasperated.

"Maria, even though those idiots are unreliable, they're not completely useless."

"And as long as Klaus is around, how could anyone sneak in so easily?"

Maria nodded in agreement. "That's true. Mr. Klaus isn't that old yet."

Nagi absentmindedly agreed before realizing Maria had derailed the conversation.

"Maria, that's not the point! The point is, I've found an interesting person!"

Seeing that her usual tactic of changing the subject wasn't working, Maria reluctantly returned to the topic.

"All right, Nagi-chan. You don't leave your room, so where exactly did you find this person?"

"Uh…"

Maria's question caught Nagi off guard, leaving her momentarily speechless.

Noticing Maria's amused yet exasperated look, Nagi huffed in frustration and picked up the diary she'd been reading.

"From this diary!"

"Diary?"

Maria glanced at Nagi's empty hands, her expression growing increasingly puzzled.

"Nagi, are you feeling okay? There's nothing in your hands."

Chapter 2: Characteristic: Wild Card

Nagi glanced at the notebook in her hand and immediately understood.

"I see, so it's that classic trope."

Because she wasn't the owner of the notebook, she couldn't see its contents.

"Well~ Maria isn't one of the chosen ones. It's perfectly normal that she can't see it."

"Is this child really starting again?"

Hearing Nagi's words, Maria instinctively felt like her young mistress was having another episode.

Based on how severe the situation seemed, Maria could already estimate how much work it would cause her in the end.

Maria prayed silently, hoping that this time Nagi's "illness" wouldn't be too troublesome.

As for resisting or trying to talk her out of it, Maria had long given up.

After all, Nagi's attention span was short. Once her interest waned, she'd undoubtedly return to her usual state. On that point, Maria was quite certain.

"Okay, so what's caught your attention this time?"

"Someone I find really interesting."

Nagi didn't bother correcting Maria's skeptical tone. Right now, all she needed was for Maria to investigate that person.

Since Maria wasn't able to see the diary, explaining things to her would be pointless.

"What's their name?"

"Amamiya Ren."

"How old are they?"

"Somewhere between 15 and 17, I think."

"Where do they live?"

"I don't know the exact address, but it's in Beika Town."

Maria immediately felt something was off.

She had the name, the approximate age, and even the city—Beika Town, a place infamous for its high crime rate.

While many cities in the country had a high rate of criminal cases, Beika Town was among the worst. The fact that Nagi specifically mentioned it wasn't random; it had to mean something.

But Maria was also certain that Nagi hadn't left the villa recently, nor had she met anyone named Amamiya Ren.

"Is she playing some new game again?"

Despite her doubts, Maria decided to look into it.

The Sanzenin family's intelligence network was robust, with channels spanning the globe. They had the financial resources to maintain such a system, and soon enough, Maria had a file on "Amamiya Ren," who matched the clues Nagi had given.

"It's a very straightforward life story," Maria muttered as she read the file.

The report was detailed and to the point:

[Introverted, reserved, poor social skills, and no strong interpersonal connections.]

[Relationships with classmates are average, with no close friends.]

[No bad habits, no traceable online presence.]

[Orphaned and raised in an institution, with no records of his parents.]

[Works part-time on weekends to make ends meet, living in poverty.]

"No bad habits, no online activity, poor social skills, no parents, living in poverty… He's practically a blank slate."

Maria then glanced at the attached photo.

"Messy hair, glasses covering half his face, and unkempt. He doesn't seem to take care of his appearance very well."

"This must be why he struggles socially."

The boy in the photo didn't look unattractive, but his lack of grooming made him appear ordinary.

From Maria's perspective, though, his features were decent, he could even be considered handsome with a little effort.

But another question lingered in her mind.

"Why is Nagi so interested in this boy?"

Maria found it puzzling. For Nagi to know his name, age, and general location, they must have some sort of connection. But this boy didn't seem like someone Nagi would associate with.

It wasn't just about his background or status, there was simply no overlap between their worlds.

Nagi often interacted online, but this boy left no traces there.

So how had Nagi come to know him?

Maria couldn't make sense of it.

--

Meanwhile, in a modest apartment in Beika Town that was cheap due to a previous incident, Ren was taking a bath.

After finishing, he sat down with his diary, treating it with a sense of reverence.

Suddenly, more text appeared on the page in dark ink.

[First diary entry completed.]

[Achievement unlocked: First Time.]

[Roulette prize pool unlocked.]

A shadowy image of a massive roulette wheel materialized before him.

The wheel had a pointer, and its surface was divided into numerous segments, each labeled with a name:

[Naruto, Bleach, One Piece, Katekyo Hitman Reborn, Negima! Magister Negi Magi, A Certain Magical Index, Persona, Demon Slayer, Kenichi: The Mightiest Disciple, Marvel, Genshin Impact, Fate, High School DxD, Grave Robbers Chronicles, Lord of Mysteries…]

The list was extensive, and many of the options were familiar and exciting to Ren. However, there was one he couldn't accept.

"Please, anything but Grave Robbers Chronicles!"

Ren clasped his hands together and prayed fervently.

He had heard of Grave Robbers Chronicles before his reincarnation but had never read it himself.

Its reputation preceded it, known for its intense and chaotic plotlines.

While he hadn't read the series, he knew enough to be wary of its madness. It was said to be even more unsettling than Lord of Mysteries.

"I don't want to lose my mind because of a random spin," he muttered. "I'm just an ordinary guy, I can't handle something like that."

After finishing his prayer, Ren lightly tapped the roulette wheel. It began spinning rapidly, its speed almost dizzying.

Gradually, it slowed down and came to a stop.

The pointer landed on "Persona."

[Acquired characteristic: Wild Card.]

"Wild Card? Is that the trait that lets the protagonist of Persona use multiple Persona masks?"

Ren understood the reference but couldn't help feeling a bit disappointed.

"So praying doesn't improve my luck after all."

He carefully examined the description of "Wild Card."

[Wild Card: The ability to accommodate multiple distinct personalities while maintaining the integrity of one's own unique personality.]

"Well, it does match the protagonist's ability in Persona."

"Personas are fragments of one's personality, representing different emotions and consciousness. Normally, someone can only awaken a single Persona. But the protagonist, with the 'Wild Card' trait, can wield multiple Personas."

He mulled over its implications. "In this world, it might just mean I won't develop mental illnesses?"

If it preserved the integrity of his personality, it could prevent conditions like schizophrenia.

But in a normal world, unless someone was under extreme pressure, most people wouldn't develop severe mental disorders.

"It's useful, I guess, but not by much," he concluded.

Chapter 3: Working at Tropical Land

"Speaking of which, should I start burning incense before writing my diary next time? Maybe I wasn't pious enough today because I didn't offer anything."

The more Ren thought about it, the more it made sense. He decided that tomorrow morning, before writing his diary, he would take a bath, burn incense, and draw the prize in his best condition.

Maybe that would increase his chances of hitting the jackpot.

Then he suddenly remembered, tomorrow was the weekend, his part-time job day.

"Let's see…"

He pulled out his phone and checked his schedule. Sure enough, tomorrow was a workday, and it was at a place he dreaded going.

"Working as a mascot at Tropical Land… That place where the Death God and the Angel often hang out. It's also a hotspot for trouble."

"I really don't want to go."

Even though 16 years had passed since his previous life, the tragic events at Tropical Land in Detective Conan still lingered in his mind.

The decapitation case that occurred there was particularly unforgettable.

But this time, he couldn't skip his part-time job.

The pay was simply too good to pass up.

Working eight hours a day for 100,000 yen, 12,500 yen per hour was a very high wage.

Honestly, if it weren't for the tempting salary, Ren would've turned down this job without a second thought.

"Forget it. The money's worth it."

"It's okay to endure a little discomfort for money."

While 100,000 yen might not mean much to an average family, it was a considerable amount for someone like him who lived paycheck to paycheck.

Although Tropical Land carried its risks, the job seemed manageable. Ren convinced himself that nothing too serious would happen during his shift.

Having made up his mind, he continued scrolling through his phone to check the job details.

"Wear a mascot costume, hand out balloons to kids, and take photos with guests."

"Mascot costumes? They're probably bulky and heavy. The weather's fine now, but wearing one of those will definitely be exhausting. I'd better go to bed early tonight."

Ren was a firm believer in staying well-rested for work, and he had developed a habit of maintaining a consistent sleep schedule.

With nothing else to study or prepare for, he decided to call it a day and head to bed.

Placing his phone on the nightstand, Ren lay down and fell asleep almost instantly.

He always went to bed early, no later than 10 p.m. and tonight was no exception.

Not only was going to bed early good for his health, but it was also a necessary precaution in his current living situation.

In Beika Town, the best rental apartments weren't the ones with flashy exteriors or modern amenities.

Most well-lit, nicely decorated, and affordable apartments had dark histories.

In Beika, murder houses were the cheapest options. If you were lucky, you could snag a bargain.

For example, Ren's current apartment was a luxury unit on a high floor with excellent decor, rented at just 10,000 yen per month. It even included free utilities.

However, the cheap rent came with a catch, the place had a serious history.

To be precise, there were three "souls" haunting the apartment.

Initially, Ren had been hesitant to rent it, but the low price and free utilities were too tempting to pass up.

So, he'd rented the place for two years.

This was his second year living there.

Thankfully, he'd managed to live peacefully so far by sticking to a strict routine: going to bed early and waking up early to avoid overlapping with the spirits' active hours.

This arrangement had allowed him to coexist with the "souls" without any major incidents.

--

The next morning, the weather was clear and pleasant.

Ren's first task upon waking was to greet the spirits.

"Good morning. Looks like we made it through another peaceful day."

After some simple preparations, he grabbed his bag and left for work.

Tropical Land was one of Beika City's largest amusement parks, featuring numerous attractions and entertainment zones.

With its steady influx of tourists, it was also a popular place to work part-time.

At least, that's how most people saw it.

For Ren, however, it was a potential danger zone. Large, crowded places like this always seemed to attract the Death God.

Upon arriving at the park, Ren followed the registration procedures and was allowed entry.

The park had a system where workers were pre-registered, eliminating the need for individual check-ins on the day of work.

Once inside, Ren headed straight to his assigned location to meet his supervisor.

"Nice to meet you, Amamiya," said a female manager who appeared to be in her 30s. She had a kind demeanor, but signs of overwork were evident on her face.

This was an ice cream shop of some scale, situated within the park. Such shops were reportedly quite profitable in amusement parks.

Ren gave a polite bow. "Hello."

The manager studied him for a moment and seemed relieved.

"As I was told, you're not much of a talker. That's good. I prefer workers who don't talk too much, especially for mascot roles."

Ren understood her point. In this line of work, being reserved was actually an advantage.

"I won't waste your time with unnecessary details. Let me explain your hours and tasks."

The manager quickly outlined his schedule and responsibilities.

"You'll work from 9 a.m. to 12 p.m., followed by a lunch break. Afternoon shifts run from 1:30 p.m. to 6:30 p.m."

"Your duties include handing out promotional flyers, giving balloons to kids, and taking photos with guests. Got it?"

The instructions were straightforward, and Ren nodded slightly. "Got it."

The manager glanced at the clock. There was still some time before his shift officially began.

"It's not time to start yet. Go to the dressing room, put your things away, and try on the mascot costume."

Ren complied without complaint and made his way to the dressing room at the back.

Inside, several large mascot costumes were hanging, each in different sizes to accommodate various workers.

He chose a mouse costume with a hat, big round eyes, and a chubby mouth. It was adorable and seemed like the kind of character kids would love.

"I just hope there won't be too many accidents today."

Chapter 4: The Young Ladies Gather at Tropical Land

Tropical Land opened its gates at 9 a.m.

On weekends, the park was already bustling, with many people lined up outside to buy tickets.

[Dear guests, thank you for your patience. The park is now open. Please queue up in an orderly manner to enter.]

As the announcement played, the waiting crowd surged into the amusement park, filling it with life and energy.

Most attractions and facilities in the park were already prepared to welcome the influx of visitors, ensuring everything ran smoothly even with the sudden rush of people.

However, the food and beverage stalls weren't as popular right away.

Since amusement park food was relatively expensive and most people had eaten breakfast before arriving, the food stalls typically didn't see much business until about an hour after the park opened.

Meanwhile, staff members dressed in mascot costumes began appearing throughout the park, handing out flyers and interacting with guests.

Naturally, Ren was among them.

"Excuse me, could I have a balloon, please?"

Hearing the soft voice behind him, Ren quickly turned around, picked up a balloon from the stack beside him, and handed it to the source of the voice.

Through the limited field of vision in his mascot costume, he saw a young girl wearing a dark purple kimono.

Her hair was styled in an elegant purple princess cut, and her voice was soft and sweet, carrying a refined tone that hinted at her noble upbringing.

Even though her kimono was simple in design, it was clear from the fabric and craftsmanship that it was expensive.

"Thank you."

The little girl thanked him politely, instantly earning Ren's favor.

Polite children were endearing no matter the circumstances.

As the girl turned and walked away, disappearing into the crowd, Ren returned to his work.

The purple-haired girl didn't go far, however. She was escorted by a group of attendants to a large, secluded work van parked within the park.

"Miss Isumi, please step inside."

"Yes."

The little girl entered the van, her face lighting up with a bright smile as she spotted her friend inside.

"Nagi-chan!"

"You're here, Isumi."

Nagi beamed as she greeted her friend, taking her hand and leading her to sit on the plush sofa at the back of the van.

"Well, Isumi, what do you think? Doesn't that man seem a little unusual?"

"Yes, he does seem a bit strange."

Saginomiya Isumi recalled the encounter and nodded thoughtfully.

The man seemed lifeless, yet he didn't exude the aura of someone destined for death. What's more, there were three spirits lingering around him, but none of them seemed intent on harming him. It was a bizarre situation.

Still, Isumi couldn't help but feel puzzled.

"How did you come to know this man, Nagi-chan?"

"Hee hee~"

Nagi chuckled and held up the diary that only she could see.

"It's because I have this diary. It contains the thoughts and writings of that man."

Hearing this, a flash of curiosity crossed Isumi's eyes. She concentrated her spiritual power, attempting to discern the nature of the diary.

However, despite her efforts, the diary remained invisible to her.

"So, this time, it's something beyond my abilities…"

Unlike Maria, Isumi had no reason to doubt Nagi's words. She trusted her friend implicitly and was certain that the diary was real, even if she couldn't see it herself.

Combining the strange situation surrounding the man with Nagi's diary, Isumi concluded that there was indeed some sort of connection between Nagi and the man.

Otherwise, how could Nagi know so much about him?

With this thought, Isumi settled herself more comfortably beside Nagi.

"So, Nagi-chan, your plan is to observe this man's actions today and compare them with the contents of his diary to see if there are any inconsistencies?"

Nagi's face lit up with delight.

"Exactly!"

"He mentioned two names in his diary, Shido Masayoshi and Akechi Goro. He wrote that he's already confirmed these two people don't exist in this world."

"He also claimed that our world is just a story, though he provided explanations about the reality of this world as well."

"I see. So that's why you're so interested in him."

Isumi nodded in understanding. She wasn't entirely sure about the authenticity of the diary's contents, but it was clear that Nagi found the topic fascinating.

Her gaze returned to the monitor displaying the man in the mascot costume.

"Well, it seems you've found the right person this time, Nagi-chan. There's definitely something unusual about him."

"So, are you planning to just sit here and watch him all day?"

"Of course not."

Nagi waved her hand dismissively, a bored expression crossing her face.

"Isumi, you, Maria, and I are going to explore the amusement park instead. We'll leave the monitoring to Klaus."

"???"

Klaus, who had been silently standing behind them, had a look of confusion on his face.

"Miss, but your safety and Miss Isumi's…"

"That's what Maria is for! Don't worry, Maria is far more capable than you think. I wouldn't be surprised if she knew some kind of assassination techniques. Ordinary people wouldn't stand a chance against her."

Maria, who had just been burdened with such high expectations, felt her blood pressure rise.

Why on earth would an ordinary maid like her know assassination techniques?

Still, knowing Nagi's personality, Maria chose not to argue. Instead, she gave the nearby bodyguards a meaningful glance, silently instructing them to keep a close eye on the girls.

The bodyguards, experienced and professional, quickly understood Maria's intentions.

--

While Nagi and Isumi were busy planning their day, two other young ladies arrived at the entrance of Tropical Land.

As the car doors opened, the two girls stepped out simultaneously.

Their gazes met, and surprise flashed across their faces. Neither had expected to see the other here.

"Long time no see, Miss Suzuki."

The black-haired girl, her expression icy and reserved, spoke first. Her words were polite, but her tone was distant.

"And you, Miss Ice Queen. What are you doing at an amusement park? I didn't think you had a playful side."

The brown-haired girl regarded her counterpart with a mix of helplessness and disdain.

To be honest, this was the last person she wanted to encounter.

Whenever she spoke to this girl, it felt like talking to a frozen doll, her face devoid of any emotion.

Chapter 5: The Miss's Lottery

"It's just a bit of relaxation during the holidays."

"Even though I don't particularly enjoy going out, it's necessary to get some fresh air every now and then."

"Who are you trying to fool?"

Suzuki Sonoko couldn't recall a single instance where this person ever came to an amusement park just to "get some fresh air."

However, she didn't call her out directly. There was no need to waste words on someone like this. Besides, Sonoko had other priorities today.

"Well, enjoy your fresh air then."

She turned to her chauffeur. "Uncle Ryo, pick me up in the evening."

"Yes, Miss."

After speaking with her driver, Sonoko walked straight into Tropical Land.

Meanwhile, the other young lady, Shinomiya Kaguya, dubbed the "ice queen" was quietly reminded by her maid.

"Miss Kaguya, it's rare for you to take a day off. Please don't waste it."

From the maid's tone, it was clear she was even more impatient than her master.

"Hayasaka," Kaguya said in a cold voice. "Don't you find it suspicious that Miss Suzuki is here as well?"

Her brow furrowed slightly, and her fingers nervously twitched.

"Could she be looking for the same person as me?"

Hayasaka Ai nodded lightly.

"If you aren't imagining things, Miss, then it's possible your experience isn't unique."

"Just as you're here to confirm that person's existence, others might have the same idea."

Kaguya fell silent, deep in thought.

"Let's head inside. Today's goal is just to confirm the authenticity of this person. Don't let him notice us. If he sees me, he'll likely figure out that I also possess a diary."

"Understood, Miss. I've made the necessary arrangements."

Hayasaka bowed slightly, exuding an air of readiness.

To ensure Kaguya wouldn't be seen by the person she sought, Hayasaka had already stationed a motorhome in a nearby parking spot. Inside the amusement park, she had arranged for multiple individuals to act as their eyes.

--

Once inside Tropical Land, Suzuki put on a pair of sunglasses and kept her eyes glued to the entrance.

Before long, she spotted her target, Shinichi Kudo and Ran Mouri, entering the park together.

--

While all this was happening, Ren was still busy handing out flyers and balloons to the numerous children visiting the park.

The weekend crowd meant there were far more kids than usual, and many of them wanted balloons.

Ren soon found himself running out and had to go fetch another batch of balloons to hand out.

The morning shift flew by, and before he knew it, it was lunchtime.

At noon, Ren headed to the staff area to eat. The park provided lunch for workers, so he didn't have to prepare anything elaborate himself.

His meal was simple: glutinous rice balls sprinkled with sugar, two large rice balls, and two bottles of electrolyte drinks to replenish his energy.

"There's nothing unusual so far," Ren muttered to himself, wiping sweat from his brow. His clothes were damp and clung to his body from the morning's work.

"Even though this is Tropical Land, it seems like I've avoided running into the Death God today."

The thought alone made his rice balls taste sweeter.

"No one's noticed the diary yet, have they?"

"Is this different from what I imagined? Maybe it's not one of those 'exposure flow' scenarios after all."

It was too early to draw conclusions. After all, he'd only written one entry in the diary so far. He figured he'd need to write a few more before anything significant happened.

"I've got some time before my afternoon shift. Might as well write about what happened this morning."

With that, Ren pulled a pen and his diary from his backpack while sitting in the locker room.

--

[Diary Entry]

[Today is a part-time job day, and the location is Tropical Land. My work involves distributing flyers and balloons while wearing a heavy mascot costume.]

[This job isn't as easy as I thought it'd be.]

[The mascot costume is much heavier than I expected.]

[But that's not the main issue. The key point is that I didn't encounter the Death God today. If I had, this shift would've been a lot more troublesome.]

[Well, there wasn't much of note this morning. Nothing complicated happened, and I didn't notice any special people in Tropical Land. Maybe they're avoiding me, or maybe no one's noticed me yet.]

[There's still a lot of speculation to be made.]

[But if this really is an exposure flow, then based on what I know, people who read the diary should receive some kind of reward, just like how I get rewards for writing in it.]

[Whether the rewards are good or bad is probably random.]

--

After writing the last sentence, Ren closed the diary.

He hadn't finished his diary for the day, so he couldn't draw any rewards just yet.

Besides, he'd already decided yesterday to perform some "rituals" before his next lottery draw. He planned to take a bath, burn incense, and make offerings to see if he could influence his luck.

--

Meanwhile, the two young ladies who also possessed diaries felt theirs vibrate. Opening them, they saw the updated content.

"So, there are rewards for reading the diary? How cliché," Nagi muttered, a grin spreading across her face.

Flipping through the latest diary entry, Nagi couldn't help but marvel at how this setup resembled those classic tropes from the time-travel novels she'd read in the past.

[Completed reading the first day's diary.]

[Achievement Unlocked: First Day.]

[Reward Pool Unlocked.]

Nagi's eyes sparkled with excitement.

"This is my chance to prove the diary's existence to Maria and Isumi! If I can draw something tangible, I can show it to them!"

"Maria, is there a quieter place in the amusement park? I don't want the bodyguards seeing what's about to happen."

Although Maria didn't fully understand, she responded calmly.

"There's a motorhome near the work vehicle Klaus prepared. It's meant for your afternoon nap."

"Perfect! Let's head there now!"

Chapter 6: Vision

The RV was parked just 30 meters away from the work vehicle, a distance that ensured its safety and privacy.

Inside the RV were Nagi, Isumi, and Maria.

"All right, let's get started!"

Nagi's eyes sparkled with excitement as she prepared for the lottery. She loved games like this.

Placing the diary on the bed, she initiated the lottery. Immediately, a large roulette wheel appeared before her, spinning rapidly as soon as she touched it.

Nagi watched nervously, her gaze fixed on the wheel as it gradually slowed down. Finally, the pointer stopped.

[Genshin Impact]

The result was displayed clearly, followed by another line:

[Obtained the Vision: Wind.]

As the words appeared, an amulet with a gemstone materialized before her. Nagi's eyes widened in amazement, her excitement barely contained.

"Maria! Look! I told you it's real!"

Maria stared at the scene in shock, momentarily speechless. She had always assumed this was just one of Nagi's delusions, but now she had no choice but to accept that it was real.

Meanwhile, Isumi focused her spiritual energy into her eyes.

When Nagi touched the amulet, Isumi could see a flow of blue wind-like energy being drawn from the pendant into Nagi's body. The energy gradually increased until it reached the level of a mid-tier spirit before stabilizing.

"The power is real," Isumi muttered.

"But it all comes from the amulet. It absorbs energy and transforms it, transferring it to Nagi's body."

Isumi confirmed that the power wasn't an illusion, it was genuine, but entirely reliant on the pendant.

--

"Wow!"

As Nagi held the amulet, she felt an instinctive connection to the wind, as though she could control it at will.

Instead of using the power immediately, she turned to the diary for clarification.

Sure enough, the diary displayed a description:

[Vision (Wind): Blessed by the gaze of a god, the Vision is a jeweled amulet granted as recognition. It allows the wielder to channel and control elemental power by absorbing external energy.]

"So, I can control the wind…"

"Hoohoo!"

As soon as Nagi spoke, the air inside the RV seemed to respond. Invisible gusts began to swirl around her, moving as though alive.

"Wow!"

Nagi's eyes sparkled as she watched the wind surround her. She raised her hand, instinctively gathering the gusts into her palm.

"Hoohoohoo!"

The swirling air condensed into a visible sphere in her hand, as if obediently awaiting her command.

Curious, she moved the sphere of wind closer to the RV's wall.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss!"

The moment the wind touched the wall, it emitted a sound like tearing metal. Startled, Nagi pulled her hand back and noticed that the wall now bore a shallow, circular dent.

"This is amazing!"

Initially startled, Nagi's face soon broke into a wide grin. She felt like a child who had just discovered a new toy.

Despite her wealthy upbringing and access to countless luxuries, this was her first time experiencing something straight out of an anime.

--

"Nagi, this is an enclosed space. If you're not careful, you might blow up the RV," Isumi cautioned.

"!"

Nagi's hands trembled, nearly dropping the sphere of wind. Fortunately, she managed to regain control in time.

Carefully, she dispersed the wind, letting it dissipate little by little.

The process took nearly five minutes, leaving Nagi both physically and mentally exhausted. But even as she panted from the effort, her face glowed with excitement.

"Maria, see? I wasn't lying!"

Maria sighed, still processing what she had witnessed.

"I didn't expect this to be real…"

It was the first time Maria had encountered something so extraordinary. Nagi had gained a power far beyond what normal people could comprehend.

"The ability to control wind at will… If your grandfather finds out, he's going to be devastated," Maria muttered, rubbing her temples.

"Before, you wouldn't listen to him because you had no power. Now that you do, you'll probably listen to him even less."

Maria could already imagine her master shedding tears over this new development.

But more than her master, Maria worried about Nagi herself.

"Ah… Nagi is going to be even more of a handful from now on," she sighed.

Maria felt as though she would never be able to leave Nagi's side. Without someone to guide her, the entire Sanzenin family might end up dealing with the chaos caused by Nagi's newfound powers.

This was just the first power Nagi had gained from the diary. If the diary could grant such abilities so easily, who knew what else Nagi might acquire in the future?

If she didn't learn how to control herself, the consequences could be catastrophic.

"Nagi, you're allowed to gain power, but you must never throw away that amulet."

"Huh?"

"That amulet isn't granting you power directly. It's a tool that lets you channel and control wind. Without it, you won't be able to use your abilities."

Nagi tilted her head, confused by Isumi's words.

But as Isumi explained, Nagi's confusion turned into suspicion.

The diary had already mentioned that the Vision was a medium for controlling elemental power. Without it, she wouldn't be able to manipulate the wind.

But how did Isumi know that?

"Isumi, how do you know all this?"

"Huh?"

This time, it was Isumi's turn to freeze.

"The amulet absorbs external energy and converts it into elemental power I can control. But I haven't told you that yet…"

Nagi's sudden question left Isumi flustered.

Should she reveal the truth about herself? After all, it seemed like Nagi might be afraid of what she'd learn.

Chapter 7: I Like You the Most

"Isumi, are you hiding something from me?"

Seeing Isumi's hesitant expression, Nagi could tell immediately that her friend was keeping something from her.

"Hmm…"

Nagi's questioning left Isumi visibly conflicted.

"Nagi…"

But before Isumi could say anything, Nagi cut her off.

"Forget it."

Just as Isumi seemed ready to confess, Nagi chose to drop the matter.

"If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine. I just needed to know that you and I are in the same boat."

Nagi wasn't the type to push too hard, especially when it came to her closest and most trusted friend. She felt there was no need to press Isumi further. Some things, she believed, would come to light naturally in time.

"Nagi…"

Isumi's heart wavered at Nagi's response, and her voice softened.

"Since you've already come into contact with these things, you'll inevitably encounter them again in the future. Maybe it's better if I tell you now rather than keep hiding it."

The unknown always breeds fear. If Nagi were to face these things unprepared, the consequences could be worse.

"Nagi-chan, there are special powers in this world, and there are also evil spirits that wield them."

"Evil spirits… ghosts?"

"Yes. Nagi-chan, I know how much you're afraid of these things, which is why I never told you before."

"… I see."

Indeed, Nagi's greatest fear was anything related to ghosts or the supernatural. Even just hearing about them made her legs feel weak.

Still, she reached out and placed her hands firmly on Isumi's shoulders.

"What about you?"

"Me?"

Isumi blinked, confused by the sudden question.

"We're the same age, right? I'm terrified of ghosts, but what about you? Aren't you afraid of them?"

"…"

Isumi hesitated before nodding slightly.

"I was scared at first. I didn't know what to do when I encountered them. But as I kept facing them, I gradually learned how to use my power. Even so, during my exorcisms, I met people who feared me because of my abilities."

"That's when I realized people fear what they don't understand. As long as they can't control it, that fear will never go away."

"So that's why you didn't want me to know?"

Nagi took a deep breath, then reached out and pinched Isumi's cheeks with both hands.

"Isumi, I would never be afraid of you. You're not some monster people should fear. You're a knight, someone who steps up to help others when they're in trouble."

"This is your punishment for not trusting me. If anything like this happens again, you have to tell me. We're best friends, aren't we?"

"… Okay, Nagi-chan. I promise to tell you next time."

Looking into Nagi's sincere eyes, Isumi felt a weight lift from her heart.

She didn't even mind Nagi pinching her cheeks. Instead, she stepped forward and hugged her tightly.

"Nagi-chan, I like you the most."

"Huh? Why are you saying that all of a sudden? But… I like you the most too, Isumi."

Nagi's face flushed at the sudden confession, but she didn't shy away from admitting her feelings in return.

The invisible barrier that had existed between them shattered in an instant, and the two reaffirmed their bond as best friends.

--

"Ah, Nagi and Isumi really are close," Maria commented, watching the scene with a smile.

Since she had started taking care of Nagi, Maria had always noticed how close Nagi and Isumi were.

Nagi loved sharing her favorite anime plots with those around her, and she even drew her own manga from time to time.

Although Maria often found Nagi's manga a bit surreal, Isumi was the only one who could fully appreciate both the stories and the art. The two often discussed them in great detail.

Perhaps that was why they had such a strong connection.

And now, their bond seemed even deeper.

--

After the emotional moment, Nagi quickly shifted the topic, clearly uncomfortable with the lingering atmosphere.

"By the way, Isumi, what do you think of this diary?"

"I'm not sure," Isumi admitted, shaking her head.

"This whole thing is strange. From what you've told me, just reading the diary grants you a chance to win something in a lottery. And the rewards… they're absurdly powerful. The effort and the return aren't proportional at all."

The balance was completely skewed, too little was given, and far too much was gained.

"It's basically getting something for nothing," Isumi added.

"Not only is the diary strange, but the person who wrote it is just as odd," she continued.

"That man wrote his name without any hesitation, practically inviting people to investigate him. Anyone who can dig up information on him could easily figure out what he's been up to. It's almost as if he's deliberately setting a trap."

"Why would he write his name in the first place?"

Isumi found it baffling. He could have hidden his identity and gained a significant advantage by doing so.

"True," Nagi agreed, her expression thoughtful.

"Revealing his identity so openly is practically asking for trouble. Normally, you'd keep your identity a secret until you were strong enough to protect yourself. Only then would it be safe to reveal anything."

"If someone realizes how valuable the diary is and decides to control the person who wrote it, that person would be in serious danger."

Having faced numerous kidnapping attempts since childhood, Nagi understood all too well the dark side of human nature.

For money, people were willing to do anything.

And now, with the promise of supernatural power, even more people would likely cross the line of morality.

"That man must know this," Isumi said.

"And earlier today, after reading his diary, he even mentioned the lottery rewards. That wasn't a coincidence, it was intentional."

"So, he's fishing, huh?"

--

A/N: Well, revealing his name so early was a bit of a plot hole. I'll patch it up with some additional explanations. Thank you for your understanding!

Chapter 8: Kaguya of Ice

"Zizizi!"

In a secluded corner far from the bustling crowd, a motorhome stood eerily still, its surface emitting a faint chill. The entire vehicle appeared as if it had just been removed from a deep freezer.

"Bang!"

The door rattled slightly, but the thick layer of ice encasing the vehicle didn't budge.

"Bang!!!"

With a louder crash from inside, the door flew off its hinges.

A blonde-haired girl stumbled out of the opening, her exposed skin faintly bruised from the freezing air. She collapsed to the ground, shivering violently, and wrapped her arms around herself in an attempt to generate some warmth and raise her dangerously low body temperature.

Thankfully, the outside temperature was much warmer than inside the vehicle. Had it been any colder, she might have passed out from hypothermia.

Moments later, another figure emerged from the motorhome.

Half of her body was encased in pristine white ice, yet she moved effortlessly, entirely unaffected by the cold.

"Hayasaka…"

"Kaguya… Miss Kaguya…"

Hayasaka Ai, sprawled on the ground, raised a trembling hand to stop the young lady from approaching. The air seemed to grow colder with every step Kaguya took.

"You… you need to control it first…"

Kaguya's usually stoic expression softened slightly, but her body temperature was shockingly low.

Her exposed skin was so cold it could instantly freeze anything it touched.

This sudden transformation was the result of a special power she had obtained from the mysterious diary.

Kaguya looked at Hayasaka and hesitated, unable to approach her. Instead, she focused on controlling the newfound freezing power coursing through her. She could feel the energy within her, it was hers to command, but mastering it would take time.

Gradually, the ice on her body began to melt, and the temperature around her stabilized.

Meanwhile, Hayasaka slowly recovered from her near-frostbite. Her body warmed up, though a lingering chill still clung to her.

"Achoo!"

As her temperature returned to normal, Hayasaka sneezed, then glanced at the frozen motorhome. Clearly, it wouldn't be usable anytime soon.

"Good thing this spot is remote and out of sight. If anyone saw this, Miss Kaguya's situation would definitely be exposed."

"Exposure… that might not be a bad thing."

Kaguya's voice was calm, lacking its usual aloofness. In front of Hayasaka, she allowed herself a rare moment of vulnerability.

Hayasaka paused, understanding the implication behind Kaguya's words.

"Miss Kaguya, are you planning to inform the head of the family about this?"

"No…"

"It's not impossible, but it's too early."

Hayasaka knew that while Kaguya had gained extraordinary power, it wasn't yet time to act.

"Miss Kaguya, will you abandon the inheritance? Or will you seize it?"

"I…"

Kaguya fell silent, unable to answer immediately.

Hayasaka continued, her tone steady.

"Miss Kaguya, you've always had the potential to inherit the Shinomiya family, but your chances were slim because your brothers held all the power.

"But now, with this new ability, you have the means to overturn everything. You are no longer bound by their control. The question is: do you want to claim the inheritance?"

"Are you ready for it?"

Hayasaka's pointed questions left Kaguya deep in thought.

For as long as she could remember, she had never considered herself a contender for the Shinomiya family's inheritance. Her role was predetermined: a pawn to be married off. The idea of succession had never crossed her mind.

But now, everything had changed.

A once-helpless princess had gained the power of an empress.

And with the power of an empress came the right to claim everything. Even if her personal abilities couldn't match her brothers', her newfound strength alone was enough to overshadow them.

Revealing her abilities would instantly make her the strongest candidate for the inheritance.

But was she truly prepared for that?

"… No. Let's set it aside for now."

Kaguya shook her head. The leap was too great for her to make all at once.

"This power gives me confidence, but I haven't mastered it yet. It's too early to act now."

She understood where her newfound confidence came from and knew she wasn't ready to reveal herself.

"It's wise to wait, Miss Kaguya. When the time comes, you'll need to show your strength without hesitation. Half-measures like today won't suffice."

Hayasaka's advice was practical.

Uncontrolled power wouldn't intimidate anyone. Only with mastery and resolve could Kaguya make her move.

"For now, Miss Kaguya, the key lies with that person."

"That person?"

"Yes, the one connected to the diary. They are the source of your power, and their role in all of this is crucial."

Kaguya's eyes widened slightly as realization dawned on her.

"Yes… that person is the key."

Taking a deep breath, Kaguya acknowledged the importance of the mysterious individual.

"Hayasaka, should we try to contact them directly?"

"That would be unwise."

Hayasaka shook her head.

"Think carefully, Miss Kaguya. Why did they reveal their name and location? If the diary grants power, then what about the one writing it?"

"!"

Kaguya froze, startled by the question. She had overlooked this detail.

Why had they exposed themselves? If writing the diary could grant power, they could have easily kept their identity hidden.

"So, what's their goal?"

Kaguya's mind raced, her unease growing as she realized the truth.

And for the first time, she questioned the intentions behind the diary.

Chapter 9: The Sirens Before Leaving Work

It was 5 p.m.

After working for three and a half hours, Ren's shift was finally nearing its end. By now, most of the children had been taken home by their parents, and his work as a mascot was essentially over.

This granted Ren a half-hour break before he could officially clock out.

"Good job today, Amamiya," the female store manager said, visibly pleased with his performance.

"You've been working hard all day without much slacking off."

Though her tone was friendly, her words carried weight. The store manager wasn't blind; she had noticed that Ren was the kind of worker who quietly focused on his tasks without unnecessary chatter or laziness.

"Amamiya, you've got another half hour of rest now."

"Are you sure that's okay?"

"It's fine," the store manager replied after glancing at the store's current situation. She nodded in satisfaction, considering the day's customer flow and how busy they had been.

"Today's customer turnout was higher than usual for a weekend. We've even sold out many of the ice cream flavors. I'd say a lot of it is thanks to your work attracting customers."

Ice cream, after all, was primarily aimed at children.

Girls tended to avoid it because they worried about their weight, and boys rarely bought it unless accompanied by someone. On the other hand, adults bringing their kids to the park often ended up buying treats for themselves too.

The flyers and balloons distributed by the mascots were quite effective. Even if the flyers only worked within the amusement park, they still encouraged people to stop by the ice cream shop. Comparing today's foot traffic to that of a regular weekend made it clear that Ren's efforts had made a difference.

The store manager withdrew her gaze and continued, "We're almost done for the day. Let's see how things go over the next half hour. If we sell out the remaining ice cream, your work will be done for the day."

"Don't worry, I'll pay you as agreed."

"Thank you," Ren replied politely.

--

In the dressing room, Ren took off the heavy mascot costume.

His clothes were soaked with sweat, which wasn't surprising. The costume was bulky, and Ren had worked hard all day. Under such conditions, it was impossible not to sweat.

"Today went a lot smoother than I expected," he muttered.

"Or maybe… I didn't notice them even if they were already nearby."

Ren had no way of knowing if someone who had read his diary had come to observe him.

"Was I too reckless?" he thought, frowning.

Looking back, exposing his name in the diary seemed like a rash decision. However, it had been part of his effort to test the diary's rules.

The truth was, Ren didn't fully understand how the diary worked. The diary itself offered no instructions or limitations, making it seem as though there were no rules at all.

But that couldn't be true. In most "exposure flow" scenarios, there were always some restrictions, either the diary holder could control who saw it, or the writer retained some authority over it.

His diary, however, was a record of his daily life. If writing in it was the key to drawing rewards, did the amount of personal information he revealed influence the quality of those rewards?

He couldn't help but dwell on this question.

Yesterday, he had impulsively exposed his name while testing the diary. Now, he couldn't shake the feeling that it had been a mistake.

"If I don't draw something good today, it'll feel like a huge loss."

Was the "Wild Card" trait he drew yesterday really that bad?

In hindsight, no, it wasn't bad at all. "Wild Card" was actually a highly versatile skill. It allowed him to accommodate multiple personalities while maintaining the uniqueness of his core identity.

Ren understood its potential. If paired with "Personality Masks," it would be a game-changing ability.

Most people could only use one "Personality Mask," but "Wild Card" would allow him to switch between multiple masks, giving him a massive advantage in combat.

The trait was essentially a tool for overcoming weaknesses and adapting to different situations.

The only downside was that he didn't have any "Personality Masks" to pair with it yet.

Still, Ren tried to convince himself that the trait wasn't useless.

His bigger concern was the possibility of being captured and forced to write daily diaries as a tool for someone else. But for now, at least, he seemed safe.

"If this follows the typical rules of an exposure flow, the diary won't be distributed widely at first. The number of people who see it will likely increase gradually over time."

"If that's the case, the few people who've read my diary so far probably won't act rashly."

Ren sighed, leaning back in his chair. "This was such a reckless move… I hope everything turns out as I predicted."

He clung to the hope that yesterday's reward wasn't useless and that today's draw might bring him something complementary.

But that was something he wouldn't know until he finished his diary entry tonight. For now, Ren stayed in the locker room, resting and looking forward to going home.

--

His expectations, however, were shattered after half an hour.

"Beep! Woo! Woo!"

The piercing sound of police sirens echoed from the park entrance.

Still seated in the locker room, Ren immediately tensed. An inexplicable sense of unease washed over him.

About five minutes later, the door to the locker room swung open. The female store manager stood there, her face grim.

"This… this is really bad. Amamiya, you can pack up your things. You don't need to keep working."

"Manager, what's going on outside? Why are the police here?"

Despite his instinct to avoid trouble, Ren felt it was better to know what was happening.

"What else could it be? There's been a murder, something happened on the roller coaster."

"… A roller coaster murder case," Ren muttered, his eyes widening.

He immediately realized what the police sirens were for.

"The murder at the start of the story…"

Chapter 10: The Unreachable Death

"Amamiya, here's your salary. Contact me if you want to work again."

"Thank you, manager."

Ren accepted the envelope of cash with a polite nod before turning to leave.

The female store manager watched his retreating figure and sighed softly.

"He's such a good kid."

--

With his pay in hand, Ren didn't leave Tropical Land immediately.

Although he disliked unnecessary trouble, he couldn't resist the urge to witness the famous roller coaster murder case from a safe distance. After all, it was a significant event tied to the "Death God."

There was no need to approach the crime scene. Ren found an empty spot nearby where he could sit and observe.

It also gave him the perfect opportunity to update his diary.

--

[Diary Entry]

[My luck today has been terrible. I came to Tropical Land for work, thinking nothing would go wrong, only to have trouble appear at the very end.]

[The roller coaster murder case… I didn't expect to witness the iconic incident from the original plot. The Death God truly is the source of Beika Town's endless crime waves.]

[Unfortunately, I'll likely encounter many more cases in the future.]

[As a resident of Beika Town and a student of Teitan High School, murder cases will inevitably cross my path. But as long as it doesn't concern me, I'll make sure not to get involved.]

--

"It'd be nice if I could take photos or videos of this moment," Ren muttered to himself.

To his surprise, the diary responded with a new line of text:

[Photos and videos can be added to the diary content.]

Ren blinked, stunned.

"Huh, so I have to think about the diary's features to unlock them?"

It seemed the diary didn't offer any guidance on its own. Ren had to explore its functions through trial and error.

He thought back to the year he had spent without writing in it. The diary had remained dormant the entire time, which confirmed it wasn't a mandatory task.

But once he began using it, the rewards were too enticing to ignore. And when benefits were involved, human greed inevitably followed.

Pushing aside unnecessary thoughts, Ren focused on experimenting with the newly revealed photography and video features.

--

[Photography Mode]

[Recording Mode]

There were no physical buttons to activate these modes. Simply thinking about them enabled the functions. The diary allowed him to capture what he saw with his eyes or even create shots from various angles.

He also discovered that the photos and videos didn't need to be added to the diary. They could be stored separately without taking up memory, making the feature even more versatile.

Satisfied, Ren tested the feature. From his seat by the roadside, he locked his gaze on the roller coaster area, which was cordoned off by police.

With a single thought, he captured a photo that appeared as if it had been taken from up close.

He added the photo to his diary entry.

[The photography function is excellent, and the clarity of the images is incredibly high. This feature is genuinely impressive.]

[Now, all that's left is to wait.]

--

An hour passed.

The police team investigating the roller coaster murder began to leave, though a few officers stayed behind to handle the aftermath.

It was clear that the roller coaster wouldn't be operational for the rest of the day.

While observing from a distance, Ren noticed three familiar figures exiting the roller coaster area: a young man and two girls.

The two girls looked pale and nauseous, one of them even retching occasionally. In contrast, the young man seemed completely unfazed, full of energy as he walked.

"Today was the worst! I came to an amusement park and ended up seeing a decapitated body… Ugh…"

Sonoko shuddered at the memory, recalling the headless corpse on the roller coaster and the severed head discovered in the passage. She felt her stomach churn and nearly vomited again.

"Sonoko, please don't talk about it anymore…"

Ran sitting next to her, also looked queasy.

Unlike Sonoko, Ran had been closer to the body. She could still feel the sensation of blood splattering on her neck. Covering her mouth, she fought the urge to retch again.

"Is it really that bad?"

Shinichi Kudo glanced at the two girls helplessly.

"You'll get used to it eventually."

"Get used to it?!"

Sonoko glared at him, her frustration boiling over.

"Who in their right mind would get used to seeing corpses? We're not detectives or medical examiners!"

"Huh?"

Before Sonoko could continue her tirade, Shinichi's peripheral vision caught sight of a man in a black suit and a round hat.

"We saw him on the roller coaster earlier. Where's the other one?"

The detective's instincts flared. The man exuded an air of danger, his cold demeanor unshaken by the murder scene.

"There's something off about those two…"

Without hesitation, Shinichi broke into a run, chasing after the man.

As he sprinted, he called back to the girls, "Ran, take Sonoko home! I have something urgent to do!"

"Eh?!"

Sonoko stared at him in disbelief.

"What the hell is wrong with that guy?!"

Leaving them behind in an amusement park where a murder had just occurred, Shinichi dashed off without any further explanation.

Fuming, Sonoko grabbed Ran's hand.

"Come on, Ran! Let's catch up to that idiot and give him a piece of our minds!"

"Eh?!"

Ran barely had time to react as Sonoko pulled her along.

But before they could take more than a few steps, their shoelaces snapped simultaneously, causing them to stumble.

"No way…"

Sonoko stared at her broken shoelaces, then noticed that Ran's had also torn.

Ran froze, staring at her shoes, then at Shinichi disappearing into the crowd. A sinking feeling welled up inside her.

This entire sequence was captured by Ren.