Novel & Cerita The Future Diary Ep 1 Eng Dub

“Mirai Nikki?” This means a future diary and the very diary-like book HE’s holding right now, but in truth is just covering it with a simple façade of such from the reality that it is the book of this certain world and entitled as the ‘DEATH REINCARNATE’. HE smiles and at the same time closes the book that HE is holding, as HE simply replies. “Well you see, everything is running up to the highest peak of the mountain, as the typical end of the current loop is almost at its end.

June 13,2024 Dear Reader, If you’ve found this diary, then fate has strange plans for you. This isn’t a story of heroes, or even of the living. What you’re about to read isn’t fiction — not entirely. These pages carry the weight of things unseen, unheard, and often misunderstood. So before you turn another page, ask yourself: Are you ready to see the world through the eyes of someone who walks among both the living and the dead? If not, close this now.

Evelyn turned to me while in my head, I was still trying to analyze this while future stuff and hearing a machine talk. " Miss Walker? " I blinked, returning back to reality. " Are you ready now? " " Yes, " I nodded again. " Hold my hand. " I held her hand. We landed into the future... Earth's future. Nothing wrong seems to be happening, instead every thing looked more fascinating than the present time. " Every one seem happy. " I said. " Yes, but it's just for a while. Wait, and you will see what happens next. " Drops of rain started falling, the cloud becoming darker than night. Every one ran helter skelter to take cover from the falling water.

17 July 2047 💀 A future date. A date that hadn’t happened yet. 🌙 Aaira’s hands began shaking. Aariz looked terrified. The man in black closed his eyes. And Ilyaan finally realized something horrifying. The mystery wasn’t about his past. 💔 It was about his future. 😱 And whatever happened in 2047… Had already started. 🖤 To Be Continued…

Snow poked his head out from the top of his new terrarium, his tiny crimson eyes darting around inquisitively, as if carefully surveying this pristine, magnificent new world. My phone vibrated once more in my palm. “See you tomorrow, Hill.” It was a collection of just a few brief words, yet a soft, uncontrollable smile tugged at the corners of my lips. What did the future hold for us? I couldn’t say for certain. But I knew with clarity that regardless of what came next, it would be a radiant, entirely unwritten future that belonged completely to me. (The End)

Frightened, I stepped back and headed out, but the voice begged me to stay. “Please, don’t leave! Help me!” Out of curiosity, I peeked inside the secret room and was shocked to see a blazing notebook on top of a table. I blinked my eyes repeatedly, but it was real. I was ready to leave when I heard the voice again, pleading to take the notebook. I looked around. I was alone, obviously, so I took it, and the light disappeared. The voice stops, and everything becomes quiet. I decided to check the notebook. I saw the date and the initials on the first page, DM 1970. When I turned to the next page, the word cursed startled me, but my curiosity deepened.

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She ripped the white envelope and unfolded the more than a decade-old letter. She cleared her throat and began reading. ~Dear Future Self, It's me your younger, less experienced version. I hope we're doing great in whatever we’ve ended up in. I’ve got a few things to ask, so buckle up. First, do we still binge-watch anime? Do we still cry when we rewatch Lelouch Lamperouge's death in Code Geass or have we grown into a refined lady who only watches documentaries on how to save the world? Mmm…

I wish you peace, happiness, and a future without limits. I stared at the screen, my eyes growing warm. I didn't know what that little app had really been—maybe a version of myself from another timeline, maybe the last mercy the universe had decided to give me. I typed two words and hit send. [Thank you.] A gust of night wind swept past. The text thread flickered into a jumble of code and vanished from my phone entirely—as if it had never existed. I lifted my head, looked at Ed, looked at this beautiful, vibrant city, looked at the dazzling future stretching out before me.