Reincarnated in a depressing erotic world but living a normal life (right?) The Journal 2 Part

Hi everyone!

"Haaa!... Finally free..."

I'm sure you're wondering what's happening, right?

Well, no problem because... I'll explain!

You see, after my accidental near-self-destruction and suffering a trendous unexpected nerf, I decided to try to recover as quickly as possible to check what I could use and what I couldn't.

.... Although the sad reality was that I didn't even have the strength to walk yet, which I painfully realized when I took advantage of Susie's exit to get up, which ended up causing to fall... but if you thought that would stop , then...

You are gravely mistaken!!

So with more guts than common sense, I continued trying to get up despite the pain, over and over, using all the energy I had left!

... But unexpectedly, Silver, Goldie, and the cat Lysandra arrived, accompanied by a multitude of straw dolls to play... I'll be frank with you... I couldn't help but pamper them!

...Ahem... What...? Don't look at like that! It was impossible to resist the look they gave !

Besides, before I knew it, they had put in bed, so I could only play with them; in fact, you would have done the sa!

So now that it's clear you would have made the sa decision as , let's get back to my current state!

... But well, I can't really do much right now, since I can barely move, and those caras watching will notify the others if I try to do anything other than rest, and they will force to sleep. That's why I'm totally bored!

There's nothing to do, I can't clean, nor can I work or curse trucks. Nothing to do!!

Huh...? What about Echidna?

Well, you see, she is currently resting due to the constant exhaustion of stabilizing the different energy forces inside and, you know, preventing from exploding!

For that reason, I can't even talk to her right now... Mmm... What can I do...?

"... No... Wait... The diary!"

That's right!!

I had completely forgotten I had the diary because of all this ga stuff, the training, my birthday, and the aura!

However, in my current situation, now is the perfect ti to read it!

"Mmmmmmm... Here it is! Uff... fortunately I saved it in my suitcase... Well, with Echidna asleep, I guess I'll read it first!"

.... Don't look at like that, after all, I know you want to read it too! Isn't that right?!

"Alright, here we go!!"

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Log [Classified/Censored], Volu I: This volu is the testimony of my research, a chronicle of findings that defy the understanding of our era. My na, for reasons that will beco evident, will remain anonymous. Here is the account of an obsession that began with a simple anomaly and has escalated to the abyss of truth.

Since the dawn of our civilization, we have prospered at the pinnacle of innovation, where the most advanced technology and interdinsional magic are pillars of our existence. For most, the presence of beings and objects from other worlds is sothing natural, part of the landscape. But not for . The sa question has always assailed , a disturbing dissonance: why is our world such a powerful magnet for the alien?

My initial research focused on the transdinsional geography of our plane, searching for patterns, recurrences. The first months were a frustrating dance with fragnted data, contradictory reports, and historical gaps that seed deliberate. It was a brutally difficult quest, a work of conceptual archaeology where every fragnt of information seed to be protected by an invisible force. It was as if a crucial part of our past had been excised, buried under layers of indifference or, worse, censorship. This difficulty, far from deterring , fanned my curiosity into a voracious fla. What secret was so monuntal as to require such oblivion?

The clues, found in the darkest corners of millennial archives and crypts of forbidden knowledge, began to converge. My titanic investigations led to the existence of archaic records that spoke of a foundational event, a turning point. It was there that the veil was torn: the ntion of three primordial supernatural entities. Not re legends, but beings described with blood-chilling precision. The texts called them "gods," but the implication was far more unsettling: their arrival marked the beginning of interdinsional anomalies.

It was our own species, in its attempt to comprehend the incomprehensible, that granted them nas and domains. The human mind conceived the first of these existences as the Primordial Goddess of Creation, whom they called Asier. Her essence was associated with unblemished white, the color of origin and purity, the canvas upon which everything began. Then ca the one who embodied the opposite, the force of the end: the Primordial Goddess of Destruction, who was given the na Amaia. Her power resonated with the deepest black, the color of annihilation and void, the endpoint of all existence. And finally, the most enigmatic and perhaps the most powerful of all, whom we nad the Primordial Goddess of Chaos, and called Khaos. Her presence is as vast and unpredictable as a constantly changing rainbow, encompassing all possibilities, disruption, and the whirlwind that precedes new form.

However, the greatest mystery is not what they did, but their mysterious disappearance. Through my findings, I have verified that every trace of them and their direct influence has been systematically erased from records. This is not a historical oversight; it is an active and calculated elimination. Soone, or sothing, has been moving from the shadows, working with chilling efficiency to hide this information. There is not a single source that has not been altered, sealed, or destroyed.

The very difficulty of my investigation is the most conclusive proof that there is an entity, a hidden force, that wishes this secret to remain buried. My fear now settles within , not because of what I found, but because I fear that whatever erased their trace has beco aware of my investigation. I feel an urgency that doesn't allow to sleep. It is certain that I am now in the sights of whatever is behind this.

I have made a decision. From now on, my investigation will focus exclusively on these beings: Asier, Amaia, and Khaos. With absolute certainty, the answers to all the secrets of our world lie in the information that has been attempted to be erased about them. I will seek every myth, every artifact, every whisper that ntions them, no matter how dangerous the path.

I will try to discover and docunt everything I can before it's too late. This log is my only hope, my only defense against the veil of oblivion that threatens to consu everything.

My next steps are clear, though fraught with danger. I will dedicate myself body and soul to unearthing those ancient docunts and hidden archives that, for so reason, managed to escape the purge. Every dispersed fragnt, every broken cipher, every forgotten story whispered in clandestine circles, will be pursued with relentless determination. I suspect the answers are not in plain sight, but in the very voids that were created.

And there is one particular clue, the rumor of a place: an unexplored island, shrouded in myths, said to possess a unique magnetic and mystical field, unparalleled in our records. Ancient, almost illegible maps suggest it is a nexus point, a place where the fabric of reality thins. I am convinced that uncontaminated clues about the primordial beings reside there.

It's a risky gamble, a desperate last resort, but if any truth remains, it's there I'll find it, untouched by the hand that seeks to erase history.

I must reach it, and docunt every discovery, before that invading shadow finds ... or, worse yet, reaches the island first.