Durin's Diary

Chapter 1027 The Naval Army Arrives

“I am who I am, I am still Dulin, otherwise this city would not have room for me,” Dulin replied.

He knew that the old lady was not very familiar with him, and he also understood that as a legendary figure, she had not completely forgotten him, but the fact that this departure had changed him too much was undeniable.

But Dulin's presence here means he's alright—in another city, the old lady might laugh it off if Dulin said that, but this is Li Yongzhu Fortress, the nameless earthly kingdom.

So the old lady remained silent for a while, and finally put down her cane.

She squinted: "Child, you've changed a lot. The last time I saw you, you weren't as strong as you are now."

“I killed four evil gods in Changtang,” Du Lin replied calmly.

On the record player, Fog Harbor is facing its end.

The harbor before us is welcoming the rising sun, which is striving to pierce through the fog and bring a brand new dawn to this land.

The old lady glanced at Dulin sideways: "You haven't ascended to godhood."

"Yes, because I don't want to be a pitiful creature bound by clergy. I can become a saint at any time, but I am willing to suffer."

Dulin showed his right hand to the old lady before him. In an instant, the unbound right hand first became an illusion, then flesh and blood were reforged, all cells returned to perfection, and then it was regenerated.

But in the next second, the restraints regenerated, and perfection was lost; Dulin's right hand was instantly mangled and bloody.

The old lady was finally moved. She reached out and took Dulin's still bleeding hand, watching as it took quite a while to stabilize and complete the contraction.

"Why, child, why don't you want to become a god? Don't you know that all living beings in this Western Continent are yearning for eternity?"

"Because I want to become the new Anonymous, I want to help all those in the multiverse who are willing to change the bitter tone of human civilization. Just as Northernism can never be perfect because the beings that carry it out always have shortcomings, I want to fill that gap so that the beings who sacrificed themselves in the long night have no regrets, so that they can obtain eternal peace. No one will tell them that their sacrifice, their blood, their suffering, are ultimately just a fleeting glimpse in history... That is what I want."

Dulin sighed softly at this point: "This is the dream that has haunted me all my life. What I pursued was too perfect, so much so that I knew it could never happen because of human imperfections. But I naively believed that this was the way out for civilization. I also know that even with me, all living beings will still make the same mistakes in the future. Every step of civilization does not have to be progress, and every step of humanity does not have to be forward. But if I did not do this, then probably no one else would be as crazy as me. They would compromise with reality and become new gods. Because of the new nourishment of the divine office, they would shepherd believers like sheepdogs and harvest faith."

Dulin wanted to create so much beauty: to prevent children from going hungry and to ensure that all sacrifices were rewarded. But looking at history, all sacrifices are merely a page in the history, and all suffering is just a link in the chain of civilization. War, peace, revolution—human history is like a musical, and everyone is a dancer and singer in it. They are caught up in it, unable to extricate themselves, following the path that fate has chosen for them, or believing that they have broken fate and stood on the side of what they consider to be justice.

But all of this was erased with each opening and closing of the musical.

Until history forgets them.

Until everyone becomes a number in history books. "Child, I never knew you would think this way." At this moment, the old lady was in tears. She sighed and stroked Dulin's head: "I don't know how much more blood the Corleone family will have to pay, but if I lose you, I don't dare to think what will happen to your mother."

“She has her own way of living. She’s an adult. I won’t take care of her like I would my sister. She also knows that she’s an adult, an adult that I can’t control.” At this point, Dulin sighed, “I am actually a dual-soul individual.”

“I know, the stargazer in Copenhagen told me that he died in a ditch two days later, supposedly from excessive drinking, but I know he never drank…” The old lady shook her head at this point: “I just died because of that body you have in your hands.”

“I have always been me, and I have never been another me,” Dulin said.

After saying that, he stood up: "I think we should go back now, madam, it's windy here."

The old lady finally stood up with Du Lin's strong support.

"I don't know how much longer the Corleone family can go. Your brother is still not married, and his girlfriend doesn't seem to be in a hurry. But I am really anxious. I'm eager to give away my brooch and ring. When his mother gave them to me, I naively thought I would give them to your mother before I died, but now it seems that she is also hesitant."

“Humans are beings who have lived through the past, the present, and the future.” Du Lin helped the old lady up the steps: “Father and Mother lived in the past, are separated in the present, and will regret it in the future. It’s normal for Mother not to forget Father. Two people who truly love each other cannot easily forget each other, even if death has separated them.”

“I’m actually very worried about your mother. That young man with her is indeed a good choice, but your mother doesn’t seem to want to forget your father. As a mother, I shouldn’t betray my child, but as a woman, I can’t bear to see your mother suffer. Morality and reason are tormenting me, my child.”

“You don’t need to say anything. I just said it: people have to learn to make their own choices. Lily Elsh Corleone is a mother of four. She made her own choices. Our encouragement is of little value to someone with a heart of stone.”

Dulin helped the old lady up the steps. At the entrance of the Eternal Flame Nest, Madam Lin was already standing there. She calmly bowed to Dulin and said, "Young Master, I asked Himer to bring you a message. You have returned."

“Yes, let’s talk while we eat.” Dulin nodded with a smile. “It shouldn’t be anything serious.”

"It's nothing serious. His Majesty Hark's second son was assassinated, but he survived."

Du Lin nodded.

It's good that he wasn't killed. As for who assassinated him, that's none of Dulin's business. Sidney's family is so powerful and influential; if he can't handle this kind of thing, he deserves to die too.

"Also, Detective Melissa was with them that day. This young lady took two bullets for the second son... I heard she's dying."

Dulin sighed deeply.

How am I supposed to talk to Reus about this?

(End of this chapter)