novelhk Chapter 197 The Travel Story of Elena (and Her Friends) Part 5
Chapter 197 The Travel Story of Elena (and Her Friends) Part 5
Regarding Elena, who gathered here, everyone's story about coming here is almost the same: they saw a door that said it could grant any wish, and then they came in out of curiosity.
Aside from that war maniac, she was specially invited in.
“So, why hasn’t my wish been fulfilled yet?” one of the Elenas said. According to the introduction of the intellectual Elena, she should be called the gloomy Elena plus.
Why do you ask why there's a "plus" option?
That's because Elena isn't the only one here with a gloomy expression—I really don't know what's wrong with them, they all want to go back to dust and be reincarnated as soon as possible.
"What is your wish?" Elena asked curiously.
“To die a lavish death—you know what I mean? It’s the kind of coffin made of gold, filled with gold coins and jewels as burial goods,” the somber Elena Plus said gleefully, a look she only ever wore when discussing how to die.
The other, gloomy Elena, was quite different. No matter what, she always had a bitter face, as if she was about to cry at any moment, muttering, "Why am I still alive?"
So what happened to their world? Why did Elena become like this?
“Superficial wish,” another busty woman, Elena, scoffed. People called her the narcissistic Elena.
"Hmph, your wish is so good it's laughable," Elena, the one being mocked, retorted defiantly.
"What do you know? Breasts are very important. You mere mortals can't possibly understand their importance. I disdain associating with you," the narcissistic Elaina said.
"Pshaw, it's like you think just by padding it up you'll actually have it."
"What did you say?"
The atmosphere at the scene became tense again.
“Excuse me…” an Elaina raised her hand, “Where can I eat? I’m hungry.”
It's Elena, the foodie I first met. She's been gently put to sleep by Jean and is now awake. The first thing she wants to do after waking up is to eat.
The scene immediately descended into chaos.
"I've had enough, I want to go home." "Oppai (breasts) are the most important thing." "I want to eat." "Go to hell, go to hell, go to hell!" "Why haven't I died yet?" "Saya is so cute~ hehe...hehe..."
"Um, aren't you going to do anything about it?" Elena asked softly to the intellectual Elena beside her.
She realized that only this bespectacled Elena was normal; the others were probably crazy. Ugh, she was normal too.
"How can we manage it now?" The intellectual Elena shrugged.
That makes sense.
The lively discussion lasted for about ten minutes, but everyone got tired of arguing and their throats were hoarse, so the noise suddenly subsided.
“We’ve all come together because of fate, wouldn’t it be a waste if we just ended up arguing?” It was the intelligent Elena who spoke, only after everyone had fallen silent.
"Who wants to argue with an idiot who doesn't understand breasts?" the narcissistic Elena said with a pout.
"I don't want to chat with a hungry ghost whose head is full of timidity."
"Who are you calling slutty?" Elena, who had a lovesick look on her face, was also dissatisfied.
"That's enough." The intellectual Elena nipped the idea in the bud, mainly because everyone was really thirsty, and such ideas were easy to extinguish. "I have a suggestion: if anyone needs anything, we can trade it now; after all, we all have different things, don't we? Trading with another version of yourself is an opportunity that others probably don't have."
They always try to steer the conversation away from things like breasts.
Continuing with this topic would never end.
“I need information on food from different places,” said foodie Elena.
“I need information from the Kingdom of Euthanasia,” a timid Elena said.
"I need……"
Regardless of which Elena it is, they all seem to be travelers, and what they need most is information.
“I need the story of that Elena.” The narcissistic Elena pointed to the ordinary Elena. “Yes, you. I’m very curious how a girl as privileged as me could fall for another man.”
Because of Elaina's narcissistic interruption, everyone's needs became—
The story of Elena and Qin.
When it comes to gossip, we have to really enjoy it. I almost forgot, but I've been wanting to hear this gossip for a while now.
"Uh..." Elena looked at everyone staring at her intently. Did she really enjoy gossiping? It seemed like that was probably true. No, why was someone like her, with that infatuated look on her face, interested in this? And why was that person, who wanted to die, also interested in this?
Does it mean you have to finish the melon before you die?
“It’s not impossible. My cost is your diaries. You just need to make a copy using magic,” Elena said. “In exchange, I’ll show you the diaries. Of course, you’ll have to make the copy yourself using magic.”
"Do we want it for everyone? That's so greedy," said Elena, the foodie.
But some Elenas have already started using magic to copy their diaries.
Copying a book is physically demanding for a normal person, but copying with magic is simply a matter of consuming magical energy. The essence of magical copying is actually just duplication—but this kind of duplication magic cannot copy everything. Living things cannot be copied, and there are many things containing magical energy that cannot be copied either.
But copying a diary is quite easy.
This is why almost no kingdom in the world developed the so-called printing technology.
Compared to this kind of magic, printing is utterly inadequate. Perhaps only countries without magic would choose this technological path.
The intellectual Elena was the first to finish "copying" it, creating a thick stack that was at least three times larger than Elena's diary.
Following closely behind, the other Elenas also finished "copying" their diaries, but their diaries were much thinner than Elena's, especially the one Elena who wanted to die; it was so thin that Elena wondered if it was her suicide note.
However, he's still a bit better than that guy who never keeps a diary.
But that battle maniac isn't here anymore after leaving the team, and someone whose mind is always on fighting wouldn't be interested in the trivialities of her personal life.
“You can take it and look at it, but be careful, you’ll have to pay for it if you break it,” Elena said, then handed over the diary she was holding.