~Entry on 1st of May, 1900.
It has been over a month since I came back from that horrific trial. I've long settled in the warden sanctuary cause I have no where to go.
I did not actually think of coming back, so I screwed over the bastards that worked me to death for shelter.
Across the entire human continent there are sanctuaries like this everywhere, but they aren't affiliated to the people called Avatars.
And I've confirm another thing, coming back from the trial, I didn't come with any ability or artifact. And I don't even hear the voice of the Oracle anymore.
To think that a world where I struggled to survive is the world of a goddamn fictional work is crazy. In that case I might know the future, but it's been over 19 years since I arrived in this world so I can't even remember anything about it, how sad.
