Withstanding the creepy crackling sound, I cautiously climbed the ladder-like staircase, cursing in my heart to the man who built the tofu scum project.

When I finally reached the second floor, the corners of my mouth twitched uncontrollably, and I knew that I must have forgotten something—it was impossible to step on the ground without breaking it.

So, I'll go down as I get up.

Desert Naia inherited the fine style of her mother's uncaring style, but the water leaping fish shook its head fin and looked at me suspiciously, looking like a curious baby...... I don't think I saw it.

Even in the tower, I couldn't escape the cold penetration, so I pitched a tent according to the standard of camping. The Leaping Fish is usually with me outside the ball when I rest, and the worry-free Desert Naia, three beings come together, although the race is different, at least not too lonely.

With a delicate notebook on my lap, rubbing the stationery I hadn't touched in ten years, I decided to keep my Link's trainer's diary from today onwards.

"The year 237 of the Union calendar, a certain day in a certain month

Everyone once thought that they were the protagonists of the world, because this unique consciousness existed in the world as 'me' only in the soul and body to which it belongs, and what I saw, heard, known, and did was collected through this body and mind.

But as I grew up, I am no different to millions of people, not because I think I am mediocre, but because I think that people living in this world are like thousands of immortals crossing the sea, each with its own magical powers.

When I realized this fact, I also had to sadly realize that I had grown up, although I was still far from maturity, but at least, I had lost that self-centered carefree mentality. But at the same time, I also set a new goal - to be my own protagonist.

At first, I thought it would be natural and easy, but now I am not, and the temptation and strict zhòng have impacted my values that have been instilled by my teachers since I can remember.

It's a bit of a derogatory word for 'indoctrination' here, because it's a signpost set up by people who love me to protect my body and mind, to let me know right and wrong, good and evil, beauty and ugliness. But when the lessons of these teachers always become a stumbling block for me to seek the wrong **, even if it shouldn't, I still want to pour some inconsequential dirty water on them in the inconsequential place of the diary.

Perhaps, this is a sign that I am not mature.

I have to admit that I am really fortunate that the people around me who are friendly to me, consciously or unconsciously, are all positively edifying me with different strengths, and with this warm force, I gradually left those restless days like my age.

However, there is always the existence of luck that is above the qiē, which hangs over everyone at all times, and when it is not particularly concerned with you, you can use all kinds of things to balance its influence on you.

But when it smashes down on you...... It can even make me a contradiction that is both Cammy and Link.

I hate complaining, just as I hate apologizing, because both are useless things, and I believe that there is always a solution to the worst situation, and that there is a possibility of making amends for the wrong things - I admit that this is not entirely in line with the objective reality, but this belief keeps me motivated at all times.

So I survived in Zelda Village, a place where snake-striped bears don't, and I survived to the day I left here and became a trainer, and although the process was disgusting and sad, I survived after all.

Now I'm Link, who has a deep blood feud on my back, yes, from today on, the whole nostalgic memory of my past life is condensed into this name that I will never abandon, but all my life goals will be based on Cami -

The Trainer's Dream, Zelda's Orphan's Revenge"

I hadn't written for a long time, and shaking my hand, which I felt was very unaccustomed to, looked at this diary I had written for the first time in ten years, and the last time in my life that I had written in Chinese characters, I tore it off mercilessly and threw it into the fire in front of the tent.

I took the water leaping fish that was sleeping on one side and put it on my shoulder, buried my body deep in the sleeping bag, and touched the dense wound hole in the other shoulder, I really didn't want to treat Desert Naia differently at all......

Nothing happened overnight.

When I woke up the next day, I was sleeping in the open air in the desert, and it seemed that this building was indeed a tower of illusions. But instinctively, my heart jumped, and I looked far to the north—the direction where the desert dragonfly that I had hypnotized yesterday had been discarded by me after wrapping it in several layers of tough material.

If the elves can be subdued by hypnotizing them, then the elf trainers are probably all over the streets for a long time, and in line with the principle of being responsible for their own lives, it is better to get it out.

Luckily, I didn't get home, and I don't know if the desert dragonfly broke free, but at least it didn't reappear in my sight.

Continue to start the journey of attacking the desert, after the baptism of the crisis in front of the Phantom Tower, although the danger on the road has not been reduced, but my mentality is really calm, and even this experience of wandering in the crisis has given me some strange stimulation.

A few days later, one afternoon, when a touch of greenery rose on the horizon, the unpreparedness of excitement swept away the toil of the multi-day journey.

Finally get out of this damn place!

Mobilizing all the remaining bodies, running under my feet, I crossed the green line in a short time, and looking at the endless mountains and forests, I knew that this was definitely no longer an oasis, but a real outside world.

As I excitedly released the leaping fish to share my joy with it, I noticed that the young green figure was gone.

Back on, I saw the yellow side of the dividing line of the desert Naia, and her empty eyes looked at me more dullly than ever.

“...... Desert Naia, do you want to come with me?"

In my previous life, I didn't pay much attention to the relatively low sense of existence of the elf like Desert Naia, and there was no place for it in the lineup I had envisioned for myself. However, after so many days of mutual affection, all of which were the same sickness and sympathy for Zelda's orphans, I was very eager for it to accompany me all the way.

Maybe it's hesitating, and I believe it can't bear me and wants to be with me. But the line between green and yellow is something it doesn't dare to cross now.

For me, this is a new hope, and for it, it is a parting from home.

I wish I could have two heavy balls in my arms!

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