"Can we talk in private?" I asked.
"Follow me," she said.
She led me to one of the tents nearby. We entered and sat down on the table in the middle of the room.
"What do you want to say?" she asked.
"Before that, don't you think it is dangerous that we are alone right now?" I said jokingly.
"I can protect myself," she sounded serious.
"From what?" I joked again.
"If you try to kill me," she looked even more serious.
"I didn't mean that kind of danger. She is so naive," I thought.
"So what do u want to say in private?" she asked again.
"I will tell you why I am here, but you won't believe me," I was serious now.
"I will decide myself."
"Well then, let's start from the very beginning…" I then told her briefly about me reincarnated to this game world, fighting a boss, found out that I couldn't go back to my world, suddenly appeared on the battlefield wearing her people's clothing, and went to their camp because I didn't know where to go.
After hearing my bizarre story, her face was written with the word DOUBT. "I understood most of what you just said. But what do you mean by 'game world' and 'fighting a boss'?" she asked after listening to me.
"? I get it that she can't understand the 'game world' part, but why doesn't she understand the boss?" I asked myself. "Don't think too much about the 'game' part. But don't you guys have bosses? Like big monsters or demons?" I asked her.
"What are you talking about? This isn't a fantasy that you and your imaginations are living in," she replied. I guess right then she thought I was a lunatic.
"So wait. Are there monsters real or are they are just creations from the system?" I confusingly scratched my head.
"I still haven't believed you yet, but seeing you killing the enemy's general. At least I am confident that you are not from them," she said. "If you need a place to stay, you can stay here for now."
"Oh thank you. That would be nice," I sincerely replied.
"Don't get too high of yourself. I only let you stay because you seem to have some talent. You will have to fight in battles as long as you are here or else I will kick you out myself," she declared strongly.
"Of course! Nothing is for free. Still, thank you," I was happy.
"Then you can stay at the soldier camp like others. Get going now," she wanted to kick me out.
"Sure," I got up. "Nice to meet you, my name is Din," I just noticed at the moment that I haven't introduced myself. How impolite.
"Nice to meet you, Din," she was polite as well.
"..."
"Why are you still here?" she asked.
"Well, you know, when someone says their name, you should too," I smiled.
"I was thinking you are going to know anyway from hearing the soldiers," she sounded so done with me. "My name is Long Dao, but call me general."
"I will leave now. Have a great night general," I said and got out of the tent.
When I got out of the tent, I marathoned to the dining area. Now that I have become an official member, there was no need for me to hide anymore.
I grabbed the food freely even with some suspicious eyes looking at me. Well, that was normal because I technically came out of nowhere and started to eat their food like nothing was wrong.
I was anticipating for a bully, you know, every movie has one, to come out and show some authority to the new guy, but there was none. I guessed that they were too tired from the fight during the morning now that they don't have energy left. I gladly accepted the troubleless meal and finished it in an instant.
After that, I wander around the camp to see if there are any secret places that no one knows. This time is not for hiding. It is just my hobby and curiosity when entering a new place to go and explore stuff.
After some time, I gave up and had to admit that whoever designed this camp did a great job of exposing everything so that nowhere is secret. I then went to a tent and saw that everyone was sleeping already. Looking at these soldiers sleeping made me realize how insignificant humans' lives are.
"I don't want to be like that," I thought to myself.
So before going to sleep, I went out, found some paper in the storehouse, and started writing my experience in diary form. The reason I was starting doing it and not when I was 'alive' was because someday when I am gone, I hope that someone will find these diaries and read them. Because the fear of being forgotten is more terrifying than death itself.
End of Diary 3