"Lighthouse Keeper, this might be the most suitable job in the world for me."
"I like this place, the peaceful island, the beautiful beaches, the greenery everywhere, and in the distance, the azure sea and sky, but most importantly, here I don't need to come into contact with anyone."
"This is a place that belongs to me alone."
"I can do whatever I like here."
The first page of the diary must have been recorded by Kant when he had just become a Meteorological Surveyor. It was clear that he took to this work, which to others seemed incredibly solitary, like a fish to water.
He even thoroughly enjoyed this lifestyle.
What follows are records of some ordinary trivial matters. Kant's work wasn't hard, but it was tough; he didn't have much work to do, but what was hardest to endure was the prolonged solitude.
He rarely had any time off; he could only return to the nearby small town for a few days each month, when he could briefly touch the mundane life and replenish his supplies.
If not for that day, perhaps the peace would never have been broken.
"Good Lord, just recently, I even thought my heart would leap out of my chest—a woman actually struck up a conversation with me. What was her name again..."
"Right, Ivy!"
"Such a beautiful name, just like her."
Day 2.
"Damn it, I actually took a day off and didn't return to the island. I went back to the bar from last night. Why?"
"Could it be that I wanted to see her again?"
"I drank all night, but unfortunately, she never appeared. Tomorrow, I have to return to the island, and it might be a month or even two before I come back."
"I'm afraid I'll never see her again."
"It's better this way; I'm used to being alone."
Ivy.
Roger frowned, thinking of the name Kant had cried out in desperation at the end.
"Is it that Murloc woman?"
Shaking his slightly heavy head, he flipped to the next page.
"Just before departure, I saved a drowning woman at the shore. I really didn't expect it to be her!"
"Could this be fate?"
"There's no time left; I can only take her with me to the island. But it's all right, once she wakes up, I can find someone to take her back."
Writing up to here, Kant's handwriting became somewhat messy. Roger could tell that Kant was deceiving himself; he should have been able to find another solution.
But at that moment, he must have subconsciously wanted to spend more time with the woman.
Roger wasn't clear on Kant's previous life experiences, but he could see that this indifferent man was out of step with the world, fear of crowds, avoiding any social contact at all costs, enclosing himself in a shell.
The subsequent development was just as Roger had imagined. The isolated island, a young man and woman, one with intention and the other without, quickly sparked some fire.
At first, Kant still simply recorded his mood, but later, he completely abandoned this habit, and became wholly immersed in love.
Until the date marked three months later, Kant once again wrote a diary entry, only this time, no trace of sweet warmth was left in his words, only doubt and resentment.
"Lies, all lies!"
Kant wrote these words with great force as if they weren't on paper but carved into his own skin with a knife.
"She never loved me; she approached me just for something near the island!"
"She's a thief, a robber, even the name Ivy is fake!"
"I love her, I really do, for her, I've even considered quitting this job to start a new life."
"After tasting the sweetness of love, why should I be given a cup of poison!"
"I wish I had never met her."
After a vast expanse of emptiness.
"Mad, absolutely mad, she actually chose to sail out in this kind of stormy weather, what on earth is worth risking your life for?!"
"The waves at sea are too great, is the sea god enraged?"
"We were separated, thank goodness, I finally returned to the island, in this kind of weather, no one could have survived at sea."
"Ivy is dead, she's never coming back."
"But why don't I feel happy at all?"
"Upon finding the luggage Ivy left on the island, I discovered her past identity, the Three Holy Spirits, what kind of bizarre organization is this?"
"The Soul Transference Book, what is this?"
At this point, Roger set down the diary he was holding, his gaze falling on another book inside the drawer.
The Soul Transference Book.
The material of the book was peculiar, Roger's fingers lightly tracing over it, and whether it was an illusion or not, he always felt that there was extraordinary power contained within this book.
"It seems that all of this isn't just a coincidence, the world's research and exploration of transcendent powers, I'm afraid, far exceeds my imagination,"
Roger murmured to himself.
He did not rashly open the book, but rather picked up Kant's diary and continued to read on.
"The Three Holy Spirits, according to the records in Ivy's book, is a powerful organization, serving the world's top tycoons and the powerful, with the purpose of digging up and discovering everything related to transcendent powers."
"And to make use of it!"
"This is insane, how can transcendent powers exist in this world?"
Kant's writing was filled with disbelief.
But soon his view was completely overturned, and based on Roger's guess, he must have opened that Soul Transference Book out of curiosity!
Because in the following period, Kant's writing was full of the madness and chaos of a worldview being shattered.
A single book had opened up a new world for him.
"Is all of this real?"
"Then what exactly are we?"
"Who truly owns this world?"
Similar phrases were found throughout.
Skipping a large section of smudges, Roger continued reading down.
Kant's diary became normal again, either he had accepted this new cognition or he had completely forgotten it all.
Until a storm hit not long after.
"It was terrifying, every time I face such a storm, I am reminded of everything that happened that night, with rainfall so heavy that not even the light could penetrate it."
"The small boat moored at the shore was shattered by lightning, it looks like I won't be able to leave here for a long time."
"Originally, I didn't want to believe a word about what was written in that book, but tonight, on the stormy seashore, not far from the boat, I discovered an extraordinary species."
"Species."
"I am one hundred percent certain, that it was not a human!"
"What should I do?"
"Kill her, or bring her back?"
Roger could see the hesitation in Kant, this scene seemed to be exactly like the one not long ago.
Perhaps at the moment he reached out for help, Kant had also hesitated just like that night.
But he still brought her back.