Reborn My Name Is Kobe

Next, I will share with you a story from this diary, so that you can have some preliminary understanding of this diary, and at the same time, let you understand what this diary is about.

The story goes like this:

Because the story is written in the form of a first-person diary, I will narrate it here in the first-person diary:

A long time has passed, and our life at sea seemed a bit interesting at first. But as we drifted in this boundless sea for longer and longer, we gradually discovered that this process is really

Time is getting longer and longer. Of course, none of us hope that time will become so long, because what follows is a kind of loneliness and pain that goes deep into the bone marrow.

You may think that this kind of pain can actually be covered up, but I don’t think you have really experienced drifting on this kind of ocean with no edge. Although our boat is powered, it is not like drifting.

What's the difference? We have arrived at the very center of the Pacific Ocean. We can't find a place to dock here, and no one can locate it from this sea area.

We have been drifting like this on the sea for nearly a month. This process is really very long. Originally, I thought it would be impossible for time to become so difficult, but what else in this world is impossible?

Only when you experience this kind of pain will you understand how weak and feeble we humans are after all. It is for this reason that we have no way to deal with what will happen in the future.

It creates some unrealistic expectations.

Our only hope now is that we can see a piece of land in a certain period of time. Even if it is our illusion, it can at least give us a little hope or expectation for the future.

A few more days passed like this, and more than ten people on our boat were already on the verge of collapse, and the fresh water and food were almost exhausted. God knows how we entered this sea area, and God knows what madness caused us to do this.

I believe the captain's lies and believe that there is a place filled with all kinds of gold and silver treasures in this endless sea. I really have no reason to believe that that place really exists.

To put it bluntly, I really tried hard to expel those hallucinations from my brain, but I couldn't do it. They were too real, but in fact they were so illusory. I had

What reason is there to believe in these hallucinations instead of trusting your own rational judgment?

Of course, unless I have completely lost my mind or am about to lose my mind completely, but who can say these things clearly? Even if I really want to lose my mind, can you give me a reason to believe that I can just do this?

Being buried on the sea is actually a gift given to me by God, allowing me to be in a state like all marine creatures, quietly waiting for death under the blue sky and in the blue ocean.

Maybe this is really some kind of gift, but I am naturally dull and cannot feel the happiness that this gift brings to me. If someone can really feel it, I have nothing to say.

Yes, after all, everyone has different feelings about the things they experience around them.

Now everything has become a little different. I was thinking about when a small island will appear in the distance, just an isolated island. When I closed my eyes and then opened them again, I simply didn’t believe myself.

eyes.

Because I seemed to really see an island. God knows what I was feeling in my heart at this time. I only knew that it was really an incredible thing. It was really so incredible. I can say

What's up?

When I saw the land, I excitedly called everyone. They didn't think what I said was incredible at first, because maybe they had begun to no longer believe it like me before.

There are still small islands in this sea area. Even if it is an isolated island, no one will believe it.

But now, should we really believe in our eyes? I think we should believe in our own eyes, because this is indeed an incredible thing. Why shouldn’t we believe in our own eyes? As long as we

Our eyes can bring us enough information, so why are we unwilling to trust our own eyes?

Now I am willing to pay any price to believe that the island I see in front of me is real. I don't care what other people say to me, I just want to believe that everything I see in front of me is real.

The night came a bit quickly, and I even saw dark clouds rolling in the sky, just like the sea water. To be honest, I have never seen this kind of situation before. The sense of oppression those dark clouds can bring to me is so overwhelming.

I had an incredible feeling, and I realized something. Is the appearance of this dark cloud really another test given to us by God?

"We must get to the island before the storm comes!"

I yelled loudly, but no one really paid attention to me.

Because in fact, everyone has the same idea, and there is no need for me to express it specifically. However, I am really too excited. I feel that their thoughts are a bit out of touch with their actions. I think they should react faster.

Only in this way can we be saved from this damn sea.

I didn't have the patience to continue waiting for these stupid guys to continue waiting like this. I rushed directly into the cab and wanted to fight for the driving right.

The people around me seemed to ignore me. They all looked at me quietly, as if they were looking at a person. I don’t know what they thought of me at this time. Anyway, I didn’t feel like I was a person.

Monster, I was just doing what I was supposed to do, and I was also doing what they were supposed to do. Why should I be blamed after I just helped them do what they were supposed to do?

No, this is obviously unfair. I will not give up my efforts because of this unfair behavior. I will continue to work hard. I want to control my own destiny instead of simply handing it over to others.

In the hands of these extremely stupid guys, what should I do?

Only then did I remember that maybe I wasn't that good at driving a ship, but at this time I was no longer controlled by reason, and I desperately drove the ship forward.

Since their response is so slow, then those who respond faster should decide everyone's fate. I must make sure the boat sails to the island smoothly.

Finally, when I woke up from my coma, I found that I was no longer on the ship. The dark clouds in the sky were still rolling, and the ship seemed to be stranded on the beach not far away, but this

Nothing matters anymore.

Because the most important thing is that I have been on the island now for a month, a whole month, and I have once again landed on land with my feet on the ground. Is there anything in this world that is more important than this?

Anyway, I feel like I can’t think about anything else now. I don’t know where the other people on the boat are. Maybe they have already gone to the island. These guys actually abandoned me.

Got off and went by myself.

Then I don’t need to care about them anymore. They are so selfish and slow to respond. Don’t they understand that it was me who actually saved them? Without me, they would have been buried in the belly of the fish long ago.

Among them, these ungrateful guys, yes, they are all such people, I could see it when I first boarded this ship.

Darkness slowly descended on this world, but so what? Something magical happened. The dark clouds rolling in the sky gradually dissipated. I knew this was God helping me.

It was God's reward for my bravery, which showed that what I did was correct, and it was indeed me who saved other people on the ship.

Now I need to carry out my own salvation. I should be able to find the salvation that truly belongs to me. Thank God, God should be with me.

I walked along the beach and didn't find anyone or anything. I seemed to think something was wrong, but I didn't know what the problem was. Finally, I seemed to see something.

The light of the torch, but I was not holding a torch, so I could see them, but they might not be able to see me.

I hid in the shadows at first and observed them secretly. Finally I discovered that they were the people on that ship. We lived together on that ship for a month, but we were still so strange to each other.

So much so that I couldn't even recognize them the first time.

What does this mean? It means that these Americans are indeed quite stupid. My motherland, the British Empire, is more powerful and the people are more gentlemanly. Yes, these Americans are selfish and stupid. They have always been like this!

I should probably regret this expedition. If I had known that I would end up in this situation, I would not have been allowed to go to sea with these stupid Americans. This was really a big mistake, but maybe I

There is no need to worry so much, because there is no doubt that God is always with me. As long as God is always on my side, I don't need to worry about anything, right?

Darkness is slowly coming. Not only the sky outside, but also my heart at this time has been covered with a thick layer of dust. To be honest, this feeling is actually a little bit disturbing to me.

Surprised.

I walked up to the people holding torches, but they didn't seem to recognize me yet. When the light of the flames shone on my pale face, I didn't know what they were thinking at this time.

What's going on, but one thing I know, there seems to be something wrong with these guys.

The faces of these people all showed an expression that I found very incredible, and now I can't easily tell what their incredible expressions mean.

"What are you doing here?" I asked them, but they didn't answer me, and they didn't even turn their faces to me. This was a bit beyond my expectation.

But I seem to be able to see some problems from their strange behavior.

They may no longer be the people on the ship that I knew before. There is such a voice deep in my heart secretly saying these words to me. After hearing these words, I really don’t know what to say.

Should I trust the voice deep inside my heart? Where does this voice come from? Is it really what my heart says to myself?

Now I find that I can't believe anyone. Not only everything around me, but even my own senses seem to be deceiving me to some extent. Are they really doing this to me?

I never thought a day like this would come to pass, and of course that day was probably doomed when I boarded that damn ship.

I was not willing to be defeated by some kind of fear in my heart, so I went to get their faces over. I found a big problem, that is, the expressions on these guys' faces looked very dull.

, as if their souls had been absorbed by some very terrifying force, and now they have become some kind of zombie-like existence. This made me move in my heart and realize that this island may

There is some kind of dangerous monster that I don't know about.

And this kind of monster has a terrible power that can confuse our vision, change our thinking, or put us into some quite strange state. Once we enter this state

, the next possible problem is that we will completely lose ourselves.

And I don’t want to be like them, with dull eyes, weird behavior, and very stiff walking posture. Although they hold torches in their hands, I realize a problem. These torches may be a little too wrong for them.

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I still can't tell immediately what level this abnormality is based on. I only know one thing, I have to stay away from them now. Their eyes are starting to become blurred, or their eyes are starting to change.

It was so scary that it was a little bit more scary than I expected. I originally wanted to bring them into the real world.

But soon I was no longer sure whether I was in the real world. When I pinched the flesh of my arm hard with my hands, I found that I couldn’t feel the pain anymore. How could this happen?

What's going on?

Am I really in a dream? Or am I really in a world that is no longer real at all? This is a very scary thing, but I have no way to make myself real anymore.

To understand all this, I must put myself into a state where I can understand everything.

I couldn't face the current situation anymore, so I started running, running as hard as I could. I really didn't know what else I could do except running, but was that really important? Even if I didn't know what I should do

No matter what I do, this island seems to have enough space for me to run as hard as I can. No matter what, I need to keep running until I can't run anymore.

However, the strange thing is that I can actually feel tired. This proves that I am not in a dream or hallucination. But why did I not feel pain before? Now to confirm it again, I used

I pinched my arm, and this time I felt that my arm was really painful.

It seems that this is not a dream. If this is really not a dream, then where am I now? Everything around me is so dark, and I have fallen into a slightly crazy state.

, all the people I knew on the boat have disappeared, which doesn’t surprise me at all, because they already seemed a little strange when they were on the boat, and there must be something even more mysterious after coming here.

And the terrible power is doing something to them, which makes them unable to make correct judgments.

This is indeed very scary, because if this kind of thing continues, then I am afraid that the person who will be turned into that will be me. I really don’t want something like that to happen. If there is

If there is a way to change all this, I am willing to pay any price to change all this, as long as it can get me out of the current predicament.

But sometimes dilemmas are not necessarily all bad things. Why do you say that? I feel that the dilemma in front of me makes my energy more concentrated. I will no longer think about some things that are there or not.

, this is at least a good start, of course I have to admit this, I have to work hard to keep myself on the right path.

Now I am walking towards the center of the island, because there is a strange light there. I don't know what this light is from, because it does not look like an ordinary firelight, but another kind of light.

How should I describe it? It's a very strange light. If I can understand the source of this light, maybe I can understand what kind of place I am now.

It seems that this island is not a gift from God, but a test from God. He is testing the strength of my faith, but what should I do?