T/N: Hi, for those of you who have read this novel before I reworked the chapters, I decided to group the shorter chapters together because the word count for each “diary entry/chapter” is so low that it wouldn’t make sense in the later uploads.

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April 9th, Sunny ☀

Concerned about my depression and the possibility that I might soon enter eternal rest, Ezel brought me a creature called a human to raise.

Humans are a species native to the underdeveloped planet Earth. Although they’re quite fragile and susceptible to environmental changes, they’re considered relatively easy to care for when their basic needs are met—which explains their recent popularity as pets.

According to the treaty, poaching living beings from underdeveloped planets is strictly illegal. I pointed this out to Ezel immediately.

However, Ezel explained that ‘this specimen was severely bullied by its group and had become pitifully thin, so I brought it here for protection.’ What complete nonsense.

To be honest, whether raising humans was legal or not didn’t matter much to me. I could easily pay off any fines, and manipulating the situation to avoid problems wouldn’t be difficult.

The real issue was that raising a human would be troublesome.

Ezel must have sensed my reluctance and pleaded with me not to kill it, begging me to raise it properly. Though I understood Ezel’s feelings and agreed to it, the whole thing felt like a hassle.

If there was any upside, it might have been the human’s size. It was only as large as my palm. While they bore a surprising resemblance to us, they were remarkably tiny—though this was the average size for most living beings.

Ezel had purchased a large cage, set it up in an empty room, and placed the human inside. The cage, transparent on all sides, was lined with a thick layer of soft sawdust.

I thought the cage might be excessive given the human’s size, but apparently, they required considerable space for movement. Before departing, Ezel added a small house to the cage for the human to use as shelter.

The human had retreated into the house and hadn’t shown even the tip of its nose.

I wasn’t familiar with human habits yet, but Ezel said ‘discovering those things is part of the fun of raising one’ and refused to share more than the basics.

I could always delegate the feeding and waste cleaning to the android. For now, I decided to give it a try.

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April 12th, Sunny ☀

According to Ezel, humans with such pretty features were rare to find. Ezel wouldn’t stop bragging about the human’s appearance, which had become rather annoying.

Given how it had been suddenly poached from its original home, that pretty face must have been more of a curse than a blessing. Of course, that wasn’t any of my business.

I hadn’t gotten a proper look at that precious face until a few days later, when the human finally crawled out of its house. Though I could have used my ability to see through things, I hadn’t bothered to examine it properly—it seemed like too much trouble.

Under the bright light, I confirmed that the human’s features were indeed quite pretty, just as Ezel had claimed. Not that I was particularly impressed. Still, I supposed having a pretty one was better than having an ugly one.

It appeared that humans relied solely on their eyes to judge their surroundings. The creature barely left the temporary house I had set up, perhaps believing it couldn’t be seen while hiding. My human, it seemed, might be an especially timid specimen.

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April 13th, Sunny ☀

The human wasn’t eating properly.

I had heard humans were omnivores, yet all this one consumed was grass. Though I’d been told that feeding it three times a day would suffice, this human only ate once daily. The stress from its change in environment appeared to be taking a heavy toll.

The mere thought of how insufferable Ezel would become if the human died from starvation was enough to give me a headache.

I briefly contemplated killing the human preemptively if it was going to be such a nuisance. A slight amount of pressure would have been enough to end its life.

The human remained curled up inside its house. However, unlike before, it had stopped lying lifelessly on the straw. Watching it move about busily inside, it seemed the human had finally regained some of its vitality.

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April 14th, Sunny ☀

Ezel had informed me that humans needed their meat cooked. They were incredibly vulnerable to toxic substances, and raw meat would easily upset their digestive system.

This was information that should have been shared earlier. I was so irritated that I went and broke one of Ezel’s fingers.

I used tweezers to place the android-cooked meat in front of the human. After casting a wary glance in my direction, it slowly began to eat.

Although I thought I had cut the meat into manageable pieces, the human struggled to chew a portion that was nearly the size of its head. When I attempted to retrieve it with tweezers to cut it smaller, the human, startled by my action, scurried away and began eating hastily inside its house. It must have assumed I was trying to confiscate its food entirely.

The human appeared to be struggling from eating too quickly. When I quietly added some water inside its house, it toppled backward in surprise. How foolish…

Yet, the fact that it ventured out of its house to search for food while I was present suggested that perhaps its wariness had diminished somewhat.

This new discovery about its eating habits presented additional considerations. Should I permit the human to handle fire? The concern was that it might accidentally ignite the sawdust while using it. The human didn’t seem capable of either extinguishing fires or alerting me to danger.

While its simple-mindedness was endearing, caring for it was becoming tedious. Would I need to cook its food every time? Well, at least the android would handle these mundane tasks…

Notes:

Humans are omnivorous and require a balanced diet. Their digestive systems are relatively sensitive, making highly acidic foods prohibited.

1. Humans are inherently independent creatures. Multiple specimens can coexist, but understanding their individual traits is crucial. They may engage in fights or potentially kill each other. (This remains uncertain as humans have only recently been domesticated as pets)

2. Humans are susceptible to environmental changes. Consistent access to fresh air and water is essential.

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April 15th, Cloudy ☁

The household android asked if the human had any form of entertainment. It was a reasonable question. I had been thinking it might be bored too, so after looking around for various options, I decided to get it a hamster wheel.

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April 16th, Cloudy ☁

The human won’t even touch the hamster wheel.

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April 17th, Rainy ☂

The human still refuses to touch the wheel and continues to hide from me.

Usually, I would have been more patient, but today’s rain had put me in a foul mood. My typically balanced emotions took a sharp dive toward negativity. I shouldn’t have acted on these feelings, but…

In a moment of impulse, I grabbed the human out of its cage. Knowing that humans have a lower body temperature, I made sure to lower my own before handling it. Looking back now, wasn’t that considerate enough of me?

The human froze in fear when I suddenly removed it from its cage. I placed it on the table without making any moves to show I meant no harm, but it was too frightened and retreated to a corner.

I returned the human to its cage, but the more I dwelled on its reaction, the more irritated I became.

In my agitated state, I released my old hacking robot into the cage. The robot, half the size of the human, moved according to my telepathic commands and was designed to resemble an insect for camouflage purposes.

Of course, few appreciated this particular design.

As anticipated, the human was terrified. It attempted to flee, but couldn’t get far while wading through knee-deep sawdust. Though it fought desperately against one robot, the appearance of a second one led to its capture.

The robot’s hairy legs seized the human as eight eyes illuminated its face. Through my connection with the robot, I could clearly see the human’s terrified expression.

Previously, its pretty features hadn’t affected me when it was smaller, but seeing the human’s face up close at a similar size was quite captivating. The pale white face, gentle downturned eyes, streaming tears, flushed wet cheeks, delicately straight nose, and somewhat melancholic lips – it had a face that made me want to see it cry more.

Following my emotions, the robot began restraining the human’s body. The human grew increasingly pale, continuing to sob and hiccup.

The robot was merely following my commands, yet I became angry at it for daring to touch what belonged to me. I destroyed it, pressing it flat with my finger, then carefully retrieved the human who had been injured in the small explosion.

I couldn’t tell if the human clung to me desperately because it thought I had helped it, or if it feared more robots would appear should it upset me again. If it was stupid, it would be the former; if intelligent, the latter. Probably the former.

I adjusted my body temperature and held the human in my bare hand. Noticing how unstable its trembling form appeared, I increased the temperature slightly. The human kept glancing at me before falling into what seemed like an exhausted sleep on my hand, which was warmer than its body.

Such a fragile body, no special abilities, and a weak mind too.

Being this weak… I couldn’t comprehend how they had become Earth’s dominant species. By the time I sighed, my anger toward the human had dissipated.

I treated its injuries and returned it to its cage. Next time, I would refrain from tormenting it.