Chapter 1: Maria, I

[Hello everyone, my name is Ren Amamiya. This is a very abrupt self-introduction; in fact, I think so myself.]

[First, I need to explain: if anyone can see my diary, then this must be a "diary exposure" genre. Simply put, the diary I write will be seen by some heroines and supporting female characters, and those characters will gain revelations about the story's plot because they read my diary.]

[Here, I need to emphasize the issue of the story's plot. You who are reading this diary only need to be certain of one thing: you are real, this world is real, and the reason I know your story and some future events is because the story of one world entered another world in the form of information, was recorded by manga artists and novelists of that other world, and that is how I came to know your story.]

[Although these words are complicated, they are also very important.]

[Then, from the moment I was born and knew my name was Ren Amamiya, I began to be constantly vigilant about whether there was a politician named Masayoshi Shido and a double-crossing traitor named Goro Akechi.]

[The answer is that in my fifteen years of life, I have not found a single person named Masayoshi Shido or Goro Akechi.]

[Great! This world will not be dominated by a false god, and I don't have to exist as a savior.]

[Until I was fifteen and entering high school, I learned that the school I was entering was called Teitan High School, and the city I was in was called Beika City.]

[My god! Why haven't I noticed that I live in Beika City all this time?]

[Forget it, it was precisely because I suddenly discovered that the place I live in is called Beika City that I chose to pick up the notebook I obtained a year ago.]

[Hmm, not for anything else, just purely hoping that I can avoid the harm of the God of Death in this Beika City.]

Writing to this point, Ren Amamiya stopped his pen.

The first entry of the diary was enough to stop here.

As for whether anyone would see it, Ren Amamiya wrote the diary almost with the expectation that it would be seen.

"It should be the diary exposure genre. I just hope it isn't an exposure targeting the entire world, though it probably won't be. I remember that for world-wide exposures, the past diaries were usually dug up."

"That's less of an exposure genre and more like digging up one's own 'chuunibyou' phase diary and turning it into reality. It's less of an exposure genre and more of a 'chuunibyou-becomes-reality' genre."

The genre where one turns all their chuunibyou-era diary entries into reality, creating the persona of a mastermind behind the scenes.

However, the key to that genre is the past diary, not the current one.

Let's look at the cheat I obtained.

It sat for a year without a single word written; this is a diary just written now, so this should be the diary exposure genre.

Different genres require different ways of writing.

The "behind-the-scenes" genre definitely needs to be written to sound awesome; otherwise, how can the mastermind persona in the chuunibyou diary be better realized?

As for the exposure genre, it's better to write with sincerity. Sometimes, by understanding each other, he won't intentionally write about embarrassing topics, so if they happen to meet, it won't be that awkward.

At this moment, in a massive villa, a young girl with twin tails is holding a diary and reading it.

"Eh~ I didn't expect there to be such a person in this world."

The girl couldn't stop her curiosity and interest.

And she herself is a person with very strong initiative—well, strong initiative in calling others to act.

"Maria!"

After a long while, a girl dressed as a Victorian maid walked into the girl's bedroom.

"What is it again, Nagi?"

With fair, pinkish skin and that conservative maid uniform with a blue base and white collar, it truly hid her entire body; even her figure couldn't be clearly seen, with only that cute face and a pair of fair hands exposed.

Yet, just from this, one could judge that this maid was absolutely a very cute girl.

"Maria, I've run into an interesting matter!"

The girl, Nagi Sanzenin, had eyes filled with sparkling stars at this moment.

And the girl named Maria's face fell.

"This child, she's started again."

Maria knew all too well the nature of the child she cared for: her curiosity was extremely vigorous, and she was also very prone to having a "three-minute attention span."

Therefore, when this child started to get interested, it meant her trouble was beginning.

Maria sighed.

"So, what is it this time?"

"I've discovered an interesting person!"

"Hmm?"

Hearing the first sentence, Maria felt something was very wrong. Nagi, who always stayed in her room and refused to run outside, had discovered an interesting person?

"The windows of Nagi's room are quite far from the outside; could someone have broken in?"

The voice in Maria's heart almost cast aside all the security personnel of the Sanzenin family, and from the bottom of her heart, she acknowledged that these people really couldn't watch the courtyard well.

"Nagi, you didn't see some people in the courtyard, did you? Did the bodyguards outside let someone in again?"

"..."

Nagi Sanzenin's face, which had just been full of anticipation, couldn't help but be filled with speechlessness.

"Maria, although those idiots are unreliable, they aren't incapable of guarding the house."

"And Klaus isn't dead; how could they easily let someone in?"

Unexpectedly, Maria nodded slightly and followed the topic.

"Indeed, Mr. Klaus is not yet that old."

Nagi Sanzenin subconsciously acknowledged this, but suddenly realized the topic had been diverted, and she suddenly shouted.

"Maria, that's not the point! The point is that I discovered an interesting person!"

Seeing that the topic-shifting technique didn't work, Maria had no choice but to bring the topic back.

"Nagi, you don't go out all day long, so where exactly did you discover this person?"

"This..."

Maria blocked Nagi Sanzenin with a single sentence.

Noticing the helplessness in Maria's eyes and the implication of "I knew you were looking for trouble on purpose," Nagi Sanzenin's anger flared up, and she directly picked up the diary.

"It's from this diary!"

"A diary?"

Maria looked at Nagi's empty hands with a strange expression.

"Nagi, have you had a sudden hysterical episode? There is nothing in your hands."

PS: New book, requesting data.