CHAPTER 501: CHAPTER 378: INCOMPREHENSIBLE DIARY CONTENT, IMPOSSIBLE PERSON

[Apocalypse Calendar·Day 3]

[Today I finally opened a treasure chest and found a diary to write in. Looks like the set of fountain pen ink from yesterday is useful. But can someone tell me, why does killing those disgusting monsters result in a so-called treasure chest? What even is a treasure chest?

In these three days, I haven’t seen a single person. Where did the other hundred million people supposedly sent by the system go? And where is this place? Plus, what’s that thing that appeared floating in mid-air before my eyes? It doesn’t feel like technology from our era.

These past three days felt like years. The so-called shelter described by the system is worse than the mud house in my hometown. Tonight, there’s a forecast for some kind of disaster—what on earth is it going to be? Also, how can anything fit into this so-called "item slot"?

Where exactly is this place? This is a nightmare! I want to go back! My mother still needs me to provide for her!]

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[Apocalypse Calendar·Day 8]

[It’s the eighth day since arriving in this so-called Otherworld. I feel like I’ve fully adapted to this place, but still haven’t found a way back. Writing in my diary seems to be the only way to ease my worries and loneliness.

These past eight days, I haven’t seen a single person, nor can I find any way to communicate with anyone. All I know is there are a hundred million people sharing this world with me, and after yesterday’s disaster, it’s down to less than seventy million now.

The system releases various announcements every day, and I frequently check the so-called "updates" or other information on there.

But I’m quite skeptical as to why the system hasn’t introduced a function for everyone to conveniently communicate?

Like those pagers or paging stations, or those brick phones—I’ve seen people using them on the street, and they’re really convenient.

If all else fails, even regular telephones should exist, right? But it seems like there’s nothing like that at all.

Wonder if there’ll be more updates in the future?

Speaking of yesterday’s disaster, it was hard to understand. I didn’t pay much attention to the locust plague itself, but on the sixth day when I saw locusts as big as dogs, my mind changed.

So on the sixth day, I stuffed all the gaps inside the stone shelter, stored a lot of food, even dug a basement with a stone slab sealing the entrance, creating proper ventilation. It seems pretty secure.

After sleeping inside for a night, the disaster passed, and I became one of the seventy million survivors.

Quite lucky.

By the way, at night, the number of those monsters increased but was still bearable. Killing those bugs had a decent chance of yielding wooden treasure chests, given their numbers.

Oh, the system says there’ll be an update tomorrow. Wonder what new features will be added?]

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[Apocalypse Calendar·Day 15]

[I moved.

The resources where I was staying were too scarce, and that disaster was absurd. Even after it ended, the water hadn’t receded, and it turned the area around my shelter into an isolated island—how ridiculous.

With the materials I had, I made a boat, taking all my things with me. After nearly two days of crossing the grassland, I finally met someone! And like me, she’s from Tang Country. Haha, finally a fellow human. Previously I encountered some upright standing lizards with stone axes, nearly scaring me to death.

She was also forced to move because of the flood disaster, searching for a new place. I tried inviting her to share a shelter with me, so we could look after each other.

Of course, I’ll abide by the principles of being a gentleman. She’s three years older than me. I must follow the rules.

Speaking of which, the system’s new function really resembles a pager or paging station, plus it provides us with contact numbers within a group of ten thousand people, but you can only send thirty messages per day. Communicating is truly difficult. With the system outpacing human scientific advancement by so much, why not invent a more convenient communication feature?

Like those school bulletin boards where everyone can leave messages, or when speaking to someone alone, it should be more like making a phone call, right?]

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[Apocalypse Calendar·Day 29]

[Xiaomin and I have welcomed new members, Old Sun and Cricket.

Adding more members is a good thing, after all, strength comes in numbers. The more people there are, the easier survival becomes.

Cricket is tall and strong, looks quite powerful. Old Sun is much weaker, and he came with hardly anything, seriously.

With Xiaomin’s support, I became the leader of our seven-member shelter. Everyone listens to me and respects me—never imagined this before.

Xiaomin is very capable, practically my right-hand woman. I never thought I, a nearly thirty-year-old bachelor, would find such a wife in the Otherworld. Life is unpredictable, isn’t it?

Xiaomin always keeps the shelter neat and tidy, can cook, and is a skilled hunter. Everyone envies me. This feeling is amazing.

Yesterday’s disaster was handled calmly thanks to her. Little Sun almost got blown away by the wind. If it wasn’t for Xiaomin’s quick thinking, we would have lost manpower in the shelter.