Diary — Initial Record
Hello, my name is Vicente Gabriel, a 19 year old young adult, currently unemployed. I like reading webnovels and I also really like eating. Well… this is my first diary.
This diary is being written to record my recent experiences. It's difficult to describe them.
Until then, it was just another ordinary day at my house.
I'm not beautiful or rich — I'm just better than many people around the world in a basic sense: I have a home, a family and I've never been hungry. I don't live in luxury, but I have nothing to complain about.
I've never been able to do anything exactly right. I can't make money, and I've been diagnosed with autism. Even though I think it's not that extreme, my family is afraid that I'll end up getting screwed by going out alone to very distant places.
Returning to the subject.
It was just another normal night, browsing online sites as usual, when suddenly everything went dark.
I was sad thinking the power had gone out, but I was startled when something shiny came flying through the window straight towards me.
I couldn't recognize what it was. It looked like a colorful ball, with shades of red, black, purple, blue and several other colors that I only saw at that moment. I didn't have time to concentrate: it hit my stomach like a punch — hard, but without pain.
Then began the scariest moment of my life.
So you understand: I'm very afraid of heights. And, together with that glowing ball, I started to fly. Yes… fly.
I've been on a plane before and I could barely stand it. But this was different. It was like flying "naked". Not that I was really naked, but I saw the world changing as I climbed at very high speed, without being able to distinguish anything clearly, until I reached outer space.
Then, like those anime effects where the void is broken, a colorless crack opened — and I was sucked into it. I fainted in the process.
When I woke up, it was already here.
Looking back on that experience now, I still get a little emotional. I'm glad I went to the bathroom just before this bizarre thing happened.
I woke up in a place that could be called a lounge.
A completely empty hall, pure white. Combining this with the colorful ball that brought me here, I almost thought I had ended up in some "infinite flow" scenario.
But no option appeared.
Nothing like:
[Do you want to know the meaning of life? Do you want to live?]
[YES / YES]
That hasn't appeared — until now. So I think I can rest assured.
I started looking around. As I said, it was literally empty. While searching for some system interface, something appeared in front of me, explaining my situation in a way I could understand. It looked like a log.
It was a "store".
A store that travels between worlds, collecting luck, cause and effect, lifespan and other similar things.
All of this was unified into something she called a points system — since these points cover many things. They serve several functions, but I'll explain that later.
This store was originally the golden finger of another transmigrator, coming from an unknown world.
The store has a spirit of its own — even if it is now very weak. And all of this was the previous owner's fault.
This transmigrator was extremely xenophobic. He traveled between worlds, but he enslaved, killed, and abused all races that weren't "human" or what he called "barbarians" — basically, anyone who didn't share a nationality or similar country as his.
The most ridiculous thing is that, despite being capable of easily destroying worlds, he behaved like an obedient dog before the authorities of his own country, giving in to demands and lowering himself to the level of ordinary mortals.
I wouldn't understand if it was from your own world, but just because it's similar, this guy was a worse waste than me.
This was the last straw for the store's spirit.
Furthermore, he didn't even sell the items properly. It was as if he was giving away free treasures that would make powers drool. His behavior was a disgrace — but the spirit of the lodge could do nothing against its "master."
Luckily for her, he met his end.
One day, a "barbarian" bought an item from the store. He looked like someone ordinary. The former owner, because he didn't like his face, which resembled a certain country in his world, took the money, punched the "Barbarian", this punch killed the "Barbarian" and even took the item back, laughing.
According to the spirit of the store, it wasn't the first time this had happened.
The previous owner had a supporter—he is the original owner of the store. This power spent treasures and incalculable time to refine the artifact for its former owner, granting incomparable abilities: travel between worlds, camouflage of cause and effect, among others, its existence was a miracle
He didn't create this store, no one knows who created it, not even the previous spirit knows who it was, he just knows that it's not an innate artifact of chaos, but acquired, returning to the subject, the previous owner of the store killed the Barbarian.
What he didn't know… is that the dead "barbarian" was anything but ordinary.
The Barbarian was not weak but in front of the store owner he was weak in other places he is very strong.
When the victim's family found out, it was too late. The camouflage of cause and effect was only broken when the body was discarded. The previous owner had already gone out to have fun outside the protected area.
At that moment, everything became clear.
The victim's father, uncle and aunt, together with unknown powers, surrounded the former owner. The supporter showed up to help him — not knowing he was also a target.
They thought: there is no one so foolish as to kill one of our own and even erase his existence from history and, due to the knowledge of fate, the supporter and the family have already been in conflict several times.
But that's exactly what happened.
Even if they traveled the river of time, they could not save him. He had been erased from history. A conceptual ability of the store owner himself called death to barbarians, the effect was that anyone he considered "barbarian" and was killed by him would be erased from history, but as it did not affect people with greater strength than him, the enemy's family, of course, this was unknown to them.
They thought the supporter had declared war, they came with full force.
In that battle, chaos lost its color. Many worlds were destroyed. Countless powerhouses died.
In the end, the "barbarian" family won.
It is not known whether the supporter actually died. But one thing is certain: the previous owner died on first impact.
The store, with its spirit finally free, fled as fast and as far as possible.
No one knows how long it took before she arrived in my world.
A completely ordinary world. No luck, karma, magic, or visible cause and effect. Just… normal apart from the normal rules that govern the entire universe.
As if guided by a force that it itself could not control, the store came to my house, avoiding objects and people, until it reached me — against its will.
It was refined by me.
His original will was erased by an unknown force.
Honestly, I don't even know how to react. I'm surprised I'm so lucky. As long as it doesn't involve ntr, stealing my body, destiny or life, or harming my family... I don't mind being used.
The previous owner must be jealous if he's still alive. Hehe.
Of course it's possible he'll try to kill me, if he still exists. After all, for him, everyone who is not from his "country" is "barbarians".
This artifact, even though it was created by a powerhouse, was not completely his, it still required many tests to be refined as an innate treasure and it did not seem acquired and could not be completely refined as a natal artifact.
The previous owner took about 1,000,000 years and only managed to refine half of it.
Fast? Perhaps. But, from his behavior, perhaps he would never be recognized by the spirit of the lodge and refined. Of course, the best result would be for the spirit to be refined to strength and a new birth.
Now, however, she has been merged with my destiny.
She can be considered another "me".
As long as I don't die and the artifact isn't destroyed, I can revive inside it. If he escapes, I can recreate my body through him. The previous owner's situation would not happen again to me.
As I get stronger, he ranks up, gains abilities, and evolves with me.
I still don't know what fate has in store for me.
I just hope it's not something terrible.
And if possible... may I get a beautiful wife.
(End of chapter)