The Mystic Dominator

Diary

　It was actually more than just candles.

　　After his line of sight circled the room for a week, Yang Siming found that the door that had originally been opened by himself, the house that he had rummaged through, and even the clothes that he had changed on him.

　　Everything had all changed back to an untouched state.

　　It was as if all the previous experiences were his hallucinations alone!

　　"......"

　　"It's not as if I've changed all my clothes."

　　The initial shock quickly returned to calm.

　　Touching the pyjamas on his body, Yang Siming figured it out.

　　The trial he experienced before should be some sort of illusion based on an extension of reality.

　　This could be seen from his own state.

　　Assuming that someone had done something when he lost his ability to perceive the outside world, there was no need to change all his clothes back. The real explanation was that one had fallen into the Iskur Clay Tablet, the Holding Qualification Trial for The Divine Mallet of Rain and Mist.

　　When one fulfils a certain condition.

　　Most likely after recognising the fact of the deity's origin.

　　The end of the trial-

　　Reality regained its consciousness, and at the same time, this 'artefact' from the Sumerian period was obtained.

　　And naturally, everything around them dissipated with the end of the illusion.

　　This was the real world.

　　The most conspicuous proof to support this idea.

　　It was the window not far from the front.

　　Unlike the raindrops that were blocked away by the invisible force in the illusion, the window in front of him at the moment was blurred by traces of water stains, and even in the short time that Yang Siming looked up to watch, there was often messy rainwater slapping against the glass.

　　See, isn't this much more normal?

　　"Hoo-"

　　"Sir Ronald Adler's Diary."

　　Taking a long breath, Yang Siming relaxed and delivered his back to the backrest of the chair, then read out the cover of the notebook on the desk.

　　While the notebook in the illusion transformed into The Divine Mallet of Rain and Mist, the notes in reality would not disappear into thin air.

　　Yang Siming didn't even have to move and read the text on the cover of the note at a glance.

　　Even directly below the name of the note, there was a string of [Any pariah who dares to peep, his soul will surely be caught in the scorching fire of endless flames], which was obviously a warning word used to intimidate onlookers from peeping into this diary ......

　　"Quite the historical style."

　　Yang Siming couldn't help but spit out a sentence, this kind of warning was really groovy, it was almost as breathless as the dead Pharaoh cursing the grave robbers.

　　However, considering the general level of education in the old times, and the current fantasy nature of the encounter ......

　　Perhaps the vestigial warning could come in handy?

　　Of course, the most important thing of all was this-

　　Yang Siming no longer needed to rack his brain to decipher its contents.

　　Just as he had just learnt cuneiform without a teacher, the otherworldly writing on the notes, which he had never seen before, was read out as if by instinct.

　　"If there's no problem in communication, then the difficulty of surviving can be reduced quite a bit."

　　"Not to mention that this also happens to be a diary."

　　No more hesitation.

　　Riding on the flickering candlelight, he began to read in earnest-

　　As the content of his reading continued to deepen, the corners of Yang Siming's mouth that had been taut gradually relaxed.

　　What was recorded in the diary were mostly daily chores or self-summaries, and occasionally a few excerpts of current news or famous quotes and aphorisms could be seen.

　　The handwriting was full of life, and almost all of it was related to this world, as well as his new identity.

　　For the current him, this was definitely the best aid in disguising his identity and integrating into this world.

　　Time passed, and the rain outside the window got heavier and heavier.

　　Yang Siming just borrowed the candlelight in the middle of this late night, and bit by bit, he carefully read and memorised this note titled "Ronald Adler's Diary".

　　Just like the name of the note, its owner was a countryside nobleman called Ronald Adler, currently in nominal allegiance to Queen Dantrian II of Grid ......

　　However, according to the knowledge of the diary's owner, in times much further back, even before the founding of this country.

　　The Adler family has been living in the town called Newhila on the edge of the Great Forest for generations, and this is the residence that has been passed down from generation to generation, and even one of the family's ancestral mottos is to firmly guard this property so that the family's name will not be corrupted ......

　　"Queen Gred? Dantrian II? The Great Forest of Neuhila ......"

　　The appearance of several terms basically helped Yang Siming rule out the possibility of travelling into the ancient times of Earth.

　　With the memory of a knowledge worker, it was guaranteed that these were not the names of countries and places that had appeared on Earth that could be linked.

　　As for the more important interpersonal relationships-

　　Ronald's parents had died early in his family, and there were no more distant relatives. And due to the family's downfall, even though living in this kind of 'mansion' that covers a not-so-small area, there are now only two maids, old and new, called Marianne and Veranica respectively, taking care of life ......

　　"Veranica?"

　　For this name, Yang Siming was a little concerned.

　　Although the illusionary test that he just experienced was evolved based on the environment that he was in, but considering that the illusionary realm and reality perfectly matched, then this Miss Veranika maid ......

　　is really that beautiful?

　　"Forget it, let's not consider this for now."

　　Suppressing his physical instincts, Yang Siming chose not to think about this guy's situation first.

　　A young girl of this level of beauty working as a maid in the house of a downtrodden nobleman, the behaviour itself, although extremely suspicious, was not the most important thing to figure out right now.

　　It was more important to continue reading and memorise these valuable contents.

　　The reading began to continue-

　　But there was very little that was more noteworthy after that.

　　There were only two elements that could attract Yang Siming, or the current 'Ronald Adler'.

　　One was to learn, through passing travellers, that the country called Grid was in the midst of a great change, and that in almost all the large cities and border towns large steam-powered ships and trains were in frequent use on all sides.

　　Even in Springs, the capital city where the Queen resides.

　　Recently novelties called street lamps have begun to be built along the roadside to illuminate the Queen in the darkness of the night and allow the great monarch to appreciate her great city.

　　"Steam engines are being used on a large scale, and some electrical devices are even beginning to be developed and used ......"

　　Seeing this, Yancey took a thoughtful look at the desk.

　　Right in front of him, the painstakingly burning candle spoke of the actual situation in this country.

　　--The aristocrats in the countryside are still using the old handmade candles, while the capital 'people' are using electric lights!

　　Whether it's on Earth or in the other world, this kind of basic contradiction caused by the surge in productivity really can't be escaped.

　　Looking at the date of this diary entry.

　　Although it was only a span of a few months, considering the speed at which those travellers who drove primitive horse-drawn carriages to carry out commercial activities passed on the news, I'm afraid that this was already quite outdated news.

　　After stepping into the industrial age, the speed of civilisation's development was definitely one of the hardest things to gauge, and lazy countries that were completely unmotivated, along with miracle countries that developed at an unreasonable speed, were both cases that existed in reality.

　　Assuming that one is now travelling to the capital of this country, God knows what kind of city one would see ......

　　"Originally thought it was a medieval fantasy story, what has it become now?"

　　"A legendary adventure in the age of the Industrial Revolution?"

　　Shaking his head rather breathlessly, Yang Siming shifted his gaze to the latest content of the notes.

　　Here, too, was the location where the ink had been smudged.

　　--that is, the end of the contents of this notebook.

　　Recently, Ronald had felt that there was something indefinable in the mansion, peering at him from time to time in the shadows, and there was an instinctive desire in his heart to run away, but he couldn't let go of his current life ......

　　Slap!

　　Double eyes godless clapped his hands, Yang Siming put down this reading finished notes, a backward leaning then collapsed on the chair.

　　"Dele ......"

　　"Sure enough, there is a premeditated ah!"