Ordinary Honmaru Chronicle

If there is a template for the growth of ordinary Chinese human women, I think it is probably the first half of my life.

The historical line where I am actually located was born in Zixu City, China, at the end of the 21th century and the beginning of the [-]st century.I still vaguely remember that city with its beautiful ancient city walls, the winding Wuyou River, the embankment full of weeping willows and children flying kites and laughing every spring.

I vaguely remember that my former home was located in Chaoyang, East Street of this city, an ordinary two-story residential building.My father should be a gentle man who loves gardening. In addition to growing flowers and trees, he would also plant seasonal vegetables according to my mother's ideas.Those white foam boxes containing tomatoes, green vegetables, peppers, leeks and green onions can always fill the roof of the house.

I am the only child in my family.Although my parents have responded to the consideration of the previous childbirth policy, they have poured all their love and hope into me.As a state-owned enterprise worker, their work has always been very busy, and I entered kindergarten at a very young age.But no matter how busy they are, every time the kindergarten is over, they will stand in the front row of all the parents to pick me up.

Since entering elementary school, my grades have been good.Since I was admitted to one of the best junior high schools in Zixu City, and successfully entered the senior high school corresponding to this junior high school, most of the people who accompanied me along the way were the care of my parents, the teaching of the teachers, various supplementary classes, and endless things to do every day Homework and test papers.

Although students who study well all over the world are often not well received by classmates other than teachers, China has a tradition of advocating learning, and I have had very good friends.Although we have a competitive relationship with each other, our mutual care is also genuine.

I used to be lazy, rebellious, and wanted to integrate into some small groups; I used to be attracted to outstanding seniors who graduated, and I was very annoyed because of the decline in grades... But as long as I think of my parents' expectations, I think of the third grade of high school. After a new life, the rise and hard work after suffering setbacks are very worthwhile.

Everything seems so plain and real.

Fortunately, my efforts were not in vain, and I was successfully admitted to a good university not far from home.I will always remember that day, when I received the notice, my parents were so proud and happy...

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...That was the day when the retrograde army successfully invaded the historical timeline of the Kingdom of China in the early twentieth century.Although they failed to kill the primary mission target, they successfully delayed the appointment of the famous reformer who followed.The most direct consequence of this slight vibration that occurred in the space-time trajectory on that day was that Zixu City disappeared on the map of China.When I woke up the next day, hundreds of thousands of ordinary people like me had their past forcibly erased, and their life trajectory was completely changed.

I'm still alive, luckily among misfortunes.After all, more people... like my parents... just disappeared in the long river of time without a sound.

All the lucky ones who were forced to integrate into the new timeline have no ability to resist.I can only bear it silently, accept it silently, and silently endure all the nightmares brought about by the overlapping of time and space:

I clearly remember having parents, but I can’t remember their faces at all; I clearly remember having friends, but I can never get in touch; My mind is inexplicably filled with memory fragments of a stranger, and all precious memories are forgotten; I want to be with you People talk, but they are out of tune with the people around them, and they always say some inexplicable things, like a lunatic...

Until they completely forget the past, choose to embrace and accept a... deformed new student...

But I can't forget it, I can't forget it, I can't forget it.

So, I'm sick.

Xiaohu, do you know what kind of person I am in the timeline after time and space overlap?

'I' was an outcast.

When I opened my eyes, 'I' was lying on the iron frame bed in the children's welfare home, and my age and stature had shrunk a lot.And because of the serious sequelae of time and space overlap, he became a famous freak in the children's welfare home.

The benefit of the children's welfare home I work in is not bad, and there is never a shortage of food and clothing, but it lacks love, extremely lacks love.Because 'I' was sick and occasionally received extra care from a sympathetic volunteer aunt, the five girls who slept with me didn't like me very much.They often secretly make up stories about "I" who like to steal things, tell stories and bully others, in order to get volunteers or adopters to resent me and show them sympathy.

It's ridiculous that none of us poor old girls were successfully adopted until the compulsory vocational education was ended three years later and we were forced to enter the society.

After that, I entered a big factory and became an assembly line worker.It was an extremely boring job: standing mechanically in front of the conveyor belt every day, I needed to inspect the screw parts that were delivered to me one by one, check whether they were rusted, whether the position was wrong, and if there was Problems need to be debugged with a small wrench or replaced with replacement screws in the small box I have on hand.In a working day of nearly twelve hours, I can calibrate more than 1000 screw parts.

By the Spring Festival of the second year of my employment, I hadn’t spoken to anyone for more than five months. Except for the salary in my salary card and the box lunch I ate every day, I didn’t feel alive at all.

I attempted suicide for the first time in a rented house.

Heh, sleeping pills are really bitter... I thought so while swallowing.And the effect was really bad. I lay on that sofa bed for a long time after eating, and I didn't have the slightest desire to fall asleep. Instead, I felt that the blockage in my head had a tendency to loosen...

As my parents used to say:

My luck has always been good, and I have always been able to survive desperate situations.

Haha~ Who would have thought that after taking so many sleeping pills, I would accidentally awaken my psionic powers.

Then, I saw the first mysterious miracle in my life—Mr. Takashi Tanaka, yes, that adult just now, he just stepped into my rented house through a burst of dazzling white light, Saved me, took me back to the hospital of the Government of Time, and had my stomach washed.

... I finally looked forward to the opportunity to think about it day and night, and whether it was very happy or not.

There is nothing more to say next:

Mr. Tanaka is a senior recruiter and a psychological counselor of the Shi Zhi Government. He is my great benefactor: he spent more than half a year patiently curing me, and after I passed the mental state test, he fully recommended me to participate in the trial. Preparatory entrance exams.After passing the exam, I was dispatched to Honmaru No. 17560829, and I had the opportunity to lead my sword men to fully resist the retrograde army's invasion of historical time and space.

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The above is the past story of me—an ordinary human female god judge: no resistance, no turning point, no climax, no happy happy ending... It just belongs to a fragile and closed one, because it was defeated by fate and completely lost A story of ordinary people who have become suspicious, hesitant, and unwilling to believe in the past.

I used to think that I would never take the initiative to mention it to anyone other than Mr. Tanaka in my life... But just now, I suddenly discovered that I have another audience who is sincerely willing to listen to it.

Now, the story is over.

...Please tell me what you think, little fox.

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