Durin's Diary

Chapter 1007 Chengqiu Mountain

In Dulin's memory, Bangkok was a newly emerging city in the southern part of the Eastern Lands in his previous life. It existed before the end of the Destruction Era, but at that time it was just a fortress city responsible for attracting various Chaos Demon armies from the South Asian subcontinent.

That city was filled with blood and tears. The people of southern Thailand controlled the port with sacrifice and fearless courage, desperately guarding the south of Thailand. As long as Bangkok existed, the Chaos Demon Army would not be able to bypass the nearby border and attack the southern border of Thailand.

In the ecosystem, this is nothing more than a huge construction site, like Moscow, that has yet to be built.

"Moscow is rich, and Bangkok is rich too?"

"It's not that they're very rich, it's just that rich people like the South, the organic combination of beaches, ocean and sunshine. This place was originally intended to be a tourist city, but unfortunately, like Moscow, the funding wasn't in place, so construction was a bit slow." Luo Houtu's introduction gave Dulin a very intuitive explanation.

"If you don't have enough money, you can't start construction quickly. That's similar to my timeline. What do you call this? In our timeline, we call it the Mega-Corporate Syndrome," Dulin sighed. The Tower has many enemies, but almost without exception, their masterminds are mega-corporations.

No one is without weaknesses, but there are plenty of people with many weaknesses. This is why businesses are always successful; they can buy off politicians and sow discord among friends.

In their eyes, desire is their pawn, struggle is their tool, and the human world is their playground.

Therefore, they were among the group most likely to try to bribe Dulin with money even on their deathbeds.

Haha, fate has made me the gravedigger of your family. Have you ever thought that there might be some old fogey in this world who thinks that money is something you can't take with you when you die?

"You have giant corporations all over there? Humans are really amazing. I remember you said that less than two thousand years have passed since the Destruction Era, and civilization has already started down the same old path?"

“It’s no use. Our world has already isolated itself from the Warp. It’s just a pity that while the world has isolated itself from the demons of the Warp, it hasn’t been able to isolate itself from the assassins of the Tower.” Dulin looked at the city full of construction sites and the tall building in the middle of the city: “The assassins follow the sages of the Tower. Whoever he says is a sinner, an assassin will go and kill them. And old people like me are responsible for cleaning up their messes. I’ll kill the young people who can’t bear to kill.”

"Did he tell you to do this?" Luo Houtu asked.

Dulin understood what he meant; he didn't think his Brother Yu would do such a thing.

And that was indeed the case. The Sage Yu never advised them to do this, but the survivors of that night spontaneously organized themselves.

Dulin shook his head: "It's my own choice to do this. I've been through it once already, and I don't want to see young people suffer like that again."

Too many tragic human dramas occurred that night, and the reason for all of this was that the victims initially spared a few children.

Kindness is a good thing, but they forgot that they were assassins, not good people to begin with, and that giant corporations could buy everything to serve them, from individuals to groups, from governments to nations, and that every living being had a price in their eyes.

Justice and the law—in their presence, even conscience can be bought. That's why all of their families ultimately died.

So the Tower's revenge eventually turned into a full-scale war.

You do the first day of the month, I'll do the fifteenth. What justice is there in this world? There's no difference between 15,000 years ago and 15,000 years from now. It's just a matter of the victor being king and the loser being a bandit.

After listening to Du Lin's explanation, Luo Houtu finally sighed: "My father said that humans will always repeat the same mistakes. Even if you personally adhere to morality, other beings can still drive you crazy with their inhuman behavior."

As he finished speaking, he began to walk towards the building with Dulin and the others.

Dulin lit another cigarette: "So I've told myself more than once that if people say I'm a good person, just laugh it off and don't take it seriously. People like us who clean up the mess are just butchers who volunteer to walk through purgatory and kill without hesitation."

Dulin had long since lost count of how many people had died at his hands. The only one he could remember was the girl he had stabbed to death in the night, even though he had forgotten what she looked like and what her name was.

"Aren't you crazy?"

“Among those who traveled with me, some dropped out, and some went mad. I am the only one who stayed until the very end, until I was too sick to walk.” Du Lin looked at Luo Houtu: “I don’t want any young person to follow my path of suffering, to face this endless madness. But in my previous life, I could not live forever, nor could I suffer this pain forever. It wasn’t until I came into this world that I realized that fate had given me such an opportunity. I want to seize it… even if it means suffering countless calamities.”

“You’re not lying, but I suddenly feel that if you were lying, it would actually make me feel better.” Luo Houtu said with a sorrowful expression, “Living beings are too hypocritical and don’t deserve such sacrifices from you.”

“I’m not pitying them, I’m just pitying those children. They came into this world, some of them didn’t even have a chance to see it properly before their lives were taken away, or they were ravaged by madmen and insane people, sold, and put on the sacrificial altar. They shouldn’t have to suffer like this. I have to save them, even if it means killing the entire family of the human traffickers. Because I deeply understand that for some evils, if you don’t lay death naked in front of them, the only lesson they can learn is that doing this won’t kill them, so they will become even more reckless and bold.”

In Dulin's view, as long as the profit is enough, even a death sentence is acceptable. So here's the problem: if you let a child trafficker live a carefree life, aren't you just telling him that if he runs out of money next time, he can go back to this line of work, since he won't be executed anyway?

As for the suffering of the children and their parents, no one exposes it, and therefore no one cares.

Don't fucking pretend to be a rational person here. I want to see this kind of wicked person and their entire family wiped out!
Dulin looked at the street in front of him. The paving stones were still piled up and had not been laid, so the place was a mess.

“You don’t seem to have much faith in the law,” Luo Houtu asked.

Dulin smiled slightly at this.

"Would you believe that slaves with collars kneeling at the feet of capitalist giants would uphold justice and fairness for all the poor people in the world?"

(End of this chapter)