Durin's Diary

Chapter 1015 Xu Zhuanzheng

"You just sent her back like that? I think you should let me have a brain scan so I can examine you and see if there's a lesion in any part of your brain cortex."

After hearing Yara's story, Daju muttered with a cold laugh.

Dulin disagreed. He gestured for the boy to follow him: "If I really wanted to stop her, she wouldn't leave. But what use would it be to keep someone who longs to return home on the four islands? Besides, she craves power. From the beginning, she wanted to become a legend and help everyone in the Great Woodland."

In Dulin's eyes, Yara has never changed; she will always be that young woman with ideals and beliefs.

Indeed, her actions displeased Dulin, and in the eyes of others, it was nothing short of a crime. But how could Dulin be truly angry about a young woman who was willing to help her hometown?

In her, he saw the image of those young people from his previous life—young people who stood up without hesitation to be true to their ideals and to change the suffering that ravaged this land, even if they were not understood or regarded as outcasts.

As a young man, Dulin II witnessed far too much of this kind of blood and sacrifice.

In this lifetime, those young Northernists; in the previous lifetime, those young students in the tower.

They valued their ideals more than their own lives. To this day, Dulin still remembers the group of Northernist young men who escorted his father away from Copenhagen. They shed their blood for their secretary, but no one knew that Secretary Roy Corleone was prepared to use him as a pawn.

But Dulin felt that if they knew, these young people would also be willing to die in the same carriage as their secretary.

In Dulin's view, such an era was imperfect, and for those who lived in it, the blood and sacrifices they paid might be of no value in the eyes of posterity.

But no one can deny that such a sacrifice is noble.

The pursuit of truth and reality requires sacrifices and rituals. Those who thirst for truth and reality will offer their own flesh and blood as sacrifices and their own lives as rituals, yearning for all of this.

Thinking of this, Du Lin stopped in his tracks: "You help me take good care of my children. They are my biggest worry. You don't need to worry about those who are going back to the Western Continent, but you have to take good care of those who are staying on the Four Islands. If something really happens, go find the old man and Yan Zhenqing. If Pang Wei is still alive and things have gotten out of hand, go find him. If necessary, find Luo Houtu and the others and ask them to lend you troops."

"Is this what you call entrusting your child to someone? I understand, don't worry." Da Ju put her hands in her pockets and looked at Du Lin: "How much time do you have left?"

"Six months, no less." As Du Lin spoke, he raised his hand, and tree roots sprouted from the ground, building a chair and coffee table for him.

There were even teacups, and fruit fell from the shade of the trees. Tiny tree spirits emerged from the tea table, diligently pounding the fruit juice for Dulin.

“You could have lived for a thousand years.” Daju sat down, looking at Dulin with only incomprehension in her eyes: “I can’t understand why you would choose to become an unknown person, forgotten by mortals, and use your eternal life to fight against all injustices when you could have lived that long, long enough to drag your friends and enemies to their deaths. Don’t you think all of this is too boring?”

"How could it be boring? Have you forgotten what I did in my past life? I was a 'cleaner,' killing the old and weak that young people didn't want to kill. They didn't want to get involved in karma, but they didn't know that it was precisely because of this that karma would entangle them. That's why 'cleaners' like us came into being." In Dulin's view, being a 'cleaner' was not a noble profession, nor was it any great heroism. They were just a group of bloodless butchers who naively wanted future generations to avoid shedding blood for someone's petty self-indulgence.

As the one who cleaned up the mess, Dulin never considered himself a good person, not in the past, not now, and certainly not in the future.

Because he had killed the old and weak for the young people of the tower in the past, and now he had killed the entire family of human traffickers for the children, he would surely teach those young people who wanted to embrace the truth how to kill quickly and well in the future.

“But I still think you’re a good person,” Daju muttered.

Dulin simply laughed it off: "You think I'm a good person? That's your opinion. As someone with blood on my hands, I must be fully aware of what I've done. I'm just a rebellious midnight butcher, tormented by the pain of the past. In the end, to prevent future generations from suffering the same pain we did, I willingly entered purgatory."

"I've really never seen such an awkward guy like you. You're not really going to go around spreading your so-called revolutionary theories to every corner of the world, are you?" Big Orange leaned back in his chair and looked Dulin up and down as he asked.

“Yes, I will go to slave societies and tell slaves about the beauty of becoming free citizens; I will go to capitalist societies and tell them that there is an eternal ghost watching over all living beings in the sky; I will travel to one world after another filled with injustice and unfairness to help those innocent young people so that they will not be manipulated by ambitious people, madmen and fanatics.” Dulin said, raising his teacup: “Come, to freedom.”

“A Cup of Liber-Tea, you have a little tree spirit make juice for you and then use it to toast freedom, you're a madman yourself.” Big Orange rolled his eyes.

“This is clearly paid labor.” Dulin said, conjuring up the elemental essence that fairies love most with his fingertips. The little tree spirit happily took it, waved to Dulin, and then scurried back to the coffee table.

“...I take back what I said before. You are more like an ambitious person now.”

"As long as desires persist, the struggle will never end." After saying this, Dulin finished his juice in one gulp.

“You’re really insightful.” Da Ju shook her head: “You’re the strangest patient I’ve ever met. I had a feeling about this back in my past life.”

“If a person doesn’t understand life, how can they remain as optimistic and positive as I am when facing such a messed-up world?” Dulin replied with a smile. “But you, you’ll have eternal life too. What are you planning to do then?”

“I will take good care of your children. When they grow up, I will rebuild the Eastern World with Eleven and the others.” At this point, Daju looked at Dulin with some curiosity: “Why are you asking this?”

"How about you erect a bronze statue for me then? Just smile if anyone asks, since nobody will know who I am anyway," Du Lin said with a smile.

Daju was stunned for a moment, then slapped his thigh and laughed: "That's a good idea. I was wrong. You're a real madman."

Dulin burst into laughter.

(End of this chapter)