Durin's Diary

Chapter 1022 Crown of the Ancient Times

You know what? I just had a dream.

Director Sun sat smiling by the porthole, gazing at the distant stars. Her skeleton turned and sat beside her spirit by the porthole.

I haven't dreamed in a long time, especially not about my past life.

She looked at the star, at this star that had remained unchanged for decades. Everyone said that the solar system was located in the "suburbs" of the Orion Arm of the Milky Way, in a relatively quiet area with low star density, which was like the countryside.

The star in front of her existed long before life first appeared on Earth.

It has witnessed hundreds of millions of years, the man-made objects created by humans in a desolate environment, and the giant ecosystems established on tracks suitable for the survival of organisms.

It was an era in which humanity conquered the universe; there was no invasion of chaos, no ten thousand years later. The old era dazzled her.

So this is the old era from the story, even more magical than those described in the story.

She had never seen such a wonderful era, where humanity helped each other break free from gravity and usher in a new age.

The Earth's joint fleet can even be seen in Pluto's orbit. These warriors, who stand on the border for the safety of civilization, represent the ideal future in the eyes of children.

In addition, scientists and mathematicians, who can dedicate their lives to the future of mankind, are also the most popular professions among children.

She was very bright and did well in her studies, and soon entered the Federal Academy of Sciences.

After graduation, her advisor asked her if she would be willing to do something for this civilization.

She is willing.

There's a rumor circulating within the Academy of Sciences that the Alliance's scientists are conducting an extremely large-scale environmental study. They've built many demiplanes and established Earth-based ecosystems within them, attempting to recreate the entire process of human civilization's evolution.

She joined.

It wasn't because the project sounded so grand and sacred, but because she understood that beneath such grandeur and sacredness lay hidden filth and corruption that could never be washed away.

Sure enough, after arriving here, she saw the things she wanted to see.

Human desires have not changed in the slightest, even as humans have left Earth.

He was right. Desires never cease, and struggles never end. Human history has spanned millennia, yet it remains just as tragic.

But what reassured her was that she saw the children, those children who, despite being manufactured, possessed the most natural innocence and smiles. Through her efforts and with Mrs. Nogel's help, these children eventually gained free identities and were no longer like the children in other research centers, who could only become large biological culture dishes on the operating table.

But as things changed, when chaos began to invade, and when her former friend transformed into a chaotic evil god, she realized with a start that everything was preordained.

It turns out that fate has never forgiven this civilization.

Ultimately, when she was also chosen as the mother of chaos, she resolutely chose to commit suicide—I will no longer be controlled by my fate. Although he is not in this world, I still have myself.

So she ultimately ended her own life by sacrificing herself, thus ending the fact that she was about to be usurped.

But she didn't expect that her sacrifice would attract another evil god.

He said his name was Anonymous. Although he couldn't help her save her colleagues because they were all corrupted by chaos beyond cure, he could still help her save the world, even though it would take a long time and he had reasons why he couldn't act directly. But it was still better than having no cure at all.

"If you have anyone you can recommend, I can try to find someone for you and see if we can pull him from the end of time."

He said so.

She thought about it for a long time. She used to have many friends, but after that night, those friends had long since become enemies. It was better to cherish the memory than to meet again. But at that moment, a name suddenly came to her mind.

If it were him... he might hate her, but at least he would help her and try to save this land.

So she said that name.

“If you can find Dulin in the tower, he should be able to help me.”

………………

Yes, he should help me.

She gazed at the distant stars, remembering how, at his invitation, she traveled back to that era and saw him, aged beyond recognition, lying on his sickbed.

Seeing him covered in wounds, sitting alone on the bed, her resentment gradually subsided.

She asked herself honestly; she was also an apprentice of the Tower, and she naturally knew what fate awaited traitors of the Tower.

Fate might pity her and him, but if he doesn't leave and she kills him... then the execution squad will come one after another.

So when she died, she didn't really resent him. She just felt that fate was unfair. The person she clearly loved ended up fighting each other at dawn.

If fate gave her a second chance, she would never return to the North… She would stand with him, share his breath, share his fate, even if it meant facing the end of the world together.

It's a pity that there is no if.

When she watched the aged man pull off his oxygen mask, the last bit of resentment she had ever felt towards him vanished.

He is still himself. Even though he is old and can no longer walk, he is still the most stubborn Du Lin in his mentor's eyes.

"You like him, don't you?" The anonymous man could see the hesitation in her heart: "If it doesn't work out, you can find someone else."

"It's him. I saw an old TV series from this era and heard a line from it: 'If you love someone, take them to New York, because that's heaven.'"

"If you hate someone, take them to New York, because that's hell." The anonymous man unexpectedly learned the second half of the line. He smiled and said nothing more.

She watched Dulin transform from Dulin into Dulin Elsh, watched the grand plan unfold step by step, watched him grow, watched him clumsily learn to love again, and watched him collect girls of all shapes and sizes like he was collecting small animals.

I also watched him toss and turn at night, unable to fall asleep.

Watching him occasionally drift into his dreams, observing the tragedy unfold time and time again from the perspective of an outsider.

Why does fate separate lovers? Is it because desires are insatiable, and therefore the struggle never ends?

That's probably what he felt, so he carried the burden of the past, buried his heart in the past, and lived as if it were a new era.

But she didn't think so.

Because in her view, human life is short, and every life has a different perspective on the world.

Because desires are insatiable, policies are constantly changed; therefore, endless struggles lead to fickleness.

She eventually grew tired of becoming Nuwa, because she felt that a bad woman like her should be responsible for destroying the world.

(End of this chapter)