Dear Diary,


    I decided it was time to invest in myself, instead of just the dungeon, for once. When I found myself reincarnated into this world, all I had was the purple dress I''m still wearing and some purple flats. I didn''t have any weapons or proper clothing to blend in with this world''s inhabitants. The clothes I''ve been wearing all this time isn''t what I died in either, not that I would want that, considering how things ended. Walking in to your husband dead on the floor before being murdered in cold blood as well isn''t exactly a fond memory...


    Anyway, it isn''t much, but I made myself some leather boots, a basic leather satchel, a lesser healing potion, and one of my wild violet and honey lollipops I use for a challenge reward. After those elderly farmers came into my dungeon, the other day, I can''t help but feel like it would be a good idea to keep potions on hand. It was nearly all I could handle watching them stumble out of the dungeon, clearly in pain. I hope Elivyre can help them get back on their feet and that their families scold them so they don''t repeat such reckless behavior.


    Wearing boots without socks isn''t exactly ideal, but it isn''t like I have to worry about getting blisters or anything like that. When I do sword training, I end up with blisters and bruises all the time, but they heal quickly and I never have any scars or callouses to show my progress. It is a bit concerning that I''ll never be able to train without worrying about my hands hurting, but, I guess, I should be grateful. I''ll always get to have soft hands and I''ll never age, isn''t that supposed to be the dream?


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    I''m glad that I don''t have to live in an unfamiliar body, something more monstrous than my own. However, I don''t exactly have much reason to care about my appearance either. There are no mirrors to remind me that my hair is a mess and I don''t have many friends. I never plan to take another lover, so it''s fine to get by with the minimum. I regularly bathe in the slime parkour pool and I run my fingers through my hair to remove any tangles. The clothes I reincarnated in seem to be dirt and stain-resistant and really only need to be rinsed out in the water and then dried on occasion to ensure they don''t smell.


    It might be a good idea to invest in an entire wardrobe for myself that can just be reabsorbed into the dungeon and then a new copy summoned up, eventually. That isn''t my main concern, right now, though. I''m lucky that I have regular visitors to the dungeon, but a mana cap of fifty is still very limiting. I can''t spend the mana until the floor is empty and I only have one floor, so that means the dungeon has to be empty. It doesn''t matter much if I have four adventurers in the dungeon for half the day if I only get to benefit from the first fifteen minutes of it once they leave.


    I''m sure the one mana point per person will feel like a blessing once I have a second floor, but there is still a bit more to do before I can make that a reality. Speaking of, I should, probably, get back to work.


    -Violet