Umamusume's days are numbered

Logically speaking, the Yayoi Award, which is of utmost importance to me, is fast approaching, and I should be putting in my best effort and training hard...

But the thought of the new universe keeps involuntarily popping into my head. Not of love, of course, but of the doubts that it suddenly appeared.

What I'm saying is, is there even a slight possibility, even just a tiny one?

Is it that your own memory is fine, but other people's memories are faulty?

If Alice heard this, she would laugh at herself for watching too many movies and thinking too much, but Platinum always felt uneasy.

Because I felt a sense of familiarity with the new universe. I must have met her before, but definitely not as classmates...

So when Bai Jin returned to her dorm room that night, she started rummaging through drawers and cabinets, searching for all sorts of things, looking for any clues.

The key point is Platinum's own diary. You might lie to yourself about other things, but surely you wouldn't lie about your diary?

As a result, Platinum turned the diary upside down, but couldn't find a single thing she had written about her classmates. The diary entries were all about how much she ate, how much she slept, how long she played, and how annoying Alice was. If you covered up the names, you'd think it was a production log from some kind of farm.

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No, I absolutely cannot blame myself for this—

Platinum clenched his fist and swung it into the air.

It's all Alice's fault! It's all because she keeps barging into my dorm room, leaving me with no privacy at all, and I don't even dare to write much in my diary!

Platinum felt much better after shifting the blame to Alice.

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Even if I'm one percent at fault, doesn't Alice bear ninety-nine percent of the responsibility?

"This time we must be on high alert against Eliseiko... Let me think..." Platinum's thinking had completely shifted, now focusing on Eliseiko.

No matter how I change the locks, Alice always manages to pick them with incredible skill... Looks like I'll have to get some technology and ruthless techniques involved...

Platinum brought up the system's store interface and started searching directly.

Anti-terrorism door lock

[Anti-Terrorism Diary]

This online store truly lives up to its name; they cram in every useless thing imaginable, listing hundreds of pages of products. Even the Platinum members were immediately deterred by the prices.

These things are too early for a junior high school student like me.

With no other choice, Platinum changed the sorting order to ascending price. Finally, the items appearing before Platinum were ones she could afford.

This is it... this thing they're selling looks familiar.

[Platinum's Diary] ×1 Price: 50 Carrots

[Platinum's Diary] x5 Price: 250 Carrots (Special Offer)

Platinum scratched his hair in frustration, looking somewhat distraught.

Why is my own diary in there?!

Why do I still have five diaries?!

Speaking of which, where do all the things sold in this store come from?

And what discount did you even offer in this special offer? Why is it more expensive when we buy them together?

"Huff... huff... huff..."

calm down.

Platinum, you've seen it all. Don't let this little thing ruin your composure.

Platinum sat down again and thought about it, feeling that this was also an opportunity.

An opportunity to see how the system's online store operates.

Actually, Platinum had been wondering for a long time how the items he bought in the system ended up in his possession. Were they generated out of thin air, or were they taken directly from other people?

And now, my own diary is right here at my fingertips. If I were to buy it again from the store... wouldn't I be able to make a judgment then?

This is very important to Platinum. Because the antidote for Soul Dissolution Syndrome definitely doesn't exist in this world. If his medicine came from another world instead of being generated out of thin air…

So, is it possible for me to occasionally reconnect with my original world?

Moreover, 50 carrots isn't a lot, and it's not that expensive.

After some hesitation, Bai Jin finally clicked the buy button. Holding the diary she had kept all along, she felt conflicted yet excited, her emotions a mix of feelings.

Even she herself couldn't tell whether she hoped a diary would appear out of thin air or that the diary in her hand would suddenly disappear.

After a few seconds, Platinum felt a strange sensation at her feet. Looking down, she saw a travel bag. The diary she was holding in her hand hadn't disappeared.

...As expected. Platinum sighed, it was hard to tell whether it was disappointment or relief.

It seems this online store generates products out of thin air... Thinking this, Platinum opened her travel bag, took out her diary, and placed the two diaries side by side.

"Anyway, don't think too much at times like this..." Platinum reached out and touched the two notebooks, intending to get up to wash up and go to bed. Suddenly, she stopped.

Something's not right. Absolutely not right.

These two notebooks... feel different. The one I redeemed from the store... has a very wrinkled surface, like it was soaked in water and then dried.

These two are not the same notebook!

This, this can't be...

Bai Jin's breathing suddenly became heavy. She picked up the diary she had just bought from the mall and opened it.

It was definitely not a diary... Platinum glanced through it and found that the diary was much more tattered, with many missing pages, and even the handwriting was done with different colored pens, as if it was just scribbling with whatever pen he could find.

Platinum flipped back to the beginning of the diary and started reading again.

On a certain day of a certain month

Rudolph symbolizes someone who searches very diligently, which is really annoying.

They spotted the police. Did they call the police? They're so eager to meddle.

I spent a night in the park. My spine ached from sleeping on the bench.

I should have known better than to participate in that race; it led to a whole series of troubles.

But thanks to that race, I know my next goal. In short, I just need to keep running on the track.

This body is much stronger than I thought; maybe it can...

But the store didn't sell ID cards. Damn it, they can even buy weapons, but not these counterfeit items? Are they trying to claim they never counterfeit anything? How ridiculous.

Without identification, he couldn't claim his running reward. His situation remained unchanged. Even if he tried to work illegally, no one would hire someone who couldn't produce any identification and had no connections.

This is tricky. I had to use the carrots to buy some compressed biscuits and a set of thermal underwear. I was thirsty, so I tried drinking tap water. My stomach is okay now; I shouldn't die.

How should I spend today...?

Episode 137 Steel Forest

On a certain day of a certain month

Now that we've finished the compressed biscuits, it's time to think about saving some money.

I slept in the park for two nights, but didn't sleep well. Homeless people came and rummaged through the trash cans at night; maybe I should consider finding another place to sleep.

The medicine is still plentiful, and although there aren't many carrots left, we can still manage.

Sigh, I'm probably the most miserable transmigrator ever.

Construction sites won't hire me, I won't work as a waiter, there's nowhere to get a fake ID, I have a language barrier, and my appearance is too striking. I can't exactly steal electrical wires to make a living, can I?

Although this city is huge and modern, to me now it is no different from an endless primeval forest made of steel.

The primeval forest might be a bit better. At least I could eat grass there. Here, the only food I can get is the leaves of the roadside trees.

Never mind, I'll try sleeping under the bridge tonight.

On a certain day of a certain month

There was a strange smell under the bridge; I couldn't fall asleep.

I think I smell a bit... I've really become a homeless person, haha.

I have no money at all. I'm too ashamed to beg, and I don't have the skills to steal. My phone is dead, and sometimes I really don't know what I'm even living for.

This is becoming too conspicuous; I need to find a way to clean myself up.

On a certain day of a certain month

Go to McDonald's and try being a holdout.

Although it's advertised as open 24 hours, it was a bit agonizing to sit there for four or five hours after ordering just a glass of lemonade, until there were no other customers.

The waiter came up and asked if I needed him to clear the tableware... Haha, where would I get tableware? Even if you kick me out, I have nowhere to go.

It seemed like I had no intention of calling the police. Indeed, given that I was wearing a windbreaker and carrying a backpack, I didn't look penniless, especially considering my foreign appearance. I could just keep blankly telling the shop assistant, "Sorry, I'm not able to speak Japanese," and play dumb.

I'll take a nap on the table. It's safer here than in the park, right?

On a certain day of a certain month

Safety my ass.

I woke up in the morning to find that my travel bag had been stolen.

I asked the store for the security footage, but they couldn't understand what I was saying and wanted to call the police. Since I'm undocumented, all I could do was run away.

Why did you steal that travel bag? There was nothing inside. My phone was on me, and I had my diary under it.

Hey, if you even tried to steal my phone, I would have been awakened. What's the point of you just grabbing a bag and running away?

No, there's still something inside.

My medicine is inside.

Damn.

On a certain day of a certain month

Shops resembling Gypsy tents have reappeared on the street. Don't the city management officials do anything about it?

I feel like there are more and more of these things lately, and Japan's public safety isn't as good as I imagined.

Never mind, let's take a detour.

On a certain day of a certain month

After stopping the medication for three days, he started coughing up blood.

It seems that it really is a sign of soul dissolution.

There weren't enough carrots to buy a whole bottle, but the store was still selling them loose. However, it was only enough for one day's medication.

What should we do...?

I want to live. Even though living is so difficult, I still want to live. This desire is so strong, I...

I···

There's another way. There's a race at Hanshin Racecourse today. Go participate, and if you win, you'll get a carrot, which will allow you to live a little longer.

But... she was uneasy. This time, without Surugawa Tsuna's help, she couldn't even get into the racetrack. And who knew if Rudolf had given instructions to the racetrack staff? If she showed herself and was caught, she'd be in big trouble.

Let me think about it.

On a certain day of a certain month

Came alive.

I had a hot meal and a nice bath after a long time. I was so moved that I almost cried.

Just as I guessed—the achievement system is not linked to the event organizers.

In other words, whether they agree to my participation in the competition is not important. What matters is whether I want to participate.

Regardless of whether you qualify for the competition, just stepping onto the track will unlock your achievement. Even if your results aren't officially recognized, as long as you actually came in first place, you'll still receive the achievement reward.

Then the things I need to do become very clear.

Sneaking into the racetrack before the race starts, stepping onto the track the instant the gates open, overtaking all the competitors to reach the finish line, and then leaving before anyone can react.