Dream.
Strange, he knew he was dreaming at this moment.
A long black tunnel.
Wu Xiaode landed in the tunnel, immediately leaning against the wall, cautiously looking around.
The ground was a mess.
Broken magic wands, rusty swords, shattered battle armor, and even massive siege machines.
Everything was already ruined.
——But this is a dream!
How could there be such a place?
Wu Xiaode waited a few moments and found no movement around him, so he slowly bent down and picked up something from the ground.
It was a discarded backpack.
Inside the backpack, there was an empty water bottle, two clips, and a diary.
Diary?
Maybe there's some information in it!
Wu Xiaode's expression became serious as he carefully opened the diary, only to find a line written inside:
"Funny, who writes a diary every day?"
Every page after that was blank.
...Come on, if you don't write a diary, why bring a diary book?
Wu Xiaode silently placed the backpack back on the ground.
