Durin's Diary

Chapter 6: Paradise That Doesn't Exist
Du Lin stood obediently beside his grandfather.

"An hour before you woke up, Anta just returned home with her mother. That woman was here yesterday afternoon, but unfortunately she couldn't beat me and was eventually driven away by me in a sick state. I didn't expect her to dare to come today. I underestimated her. Considering her courage, I let her take Anta away. After all, Anta is not the mistress of this family yet." Old Yi Xu said this and looked at his eldest grandson: "Come, go out for a walk with me."

The latter stood up and took Du Lin to the yard.

And Du Lin also understood everything that happened yesterday when he was still in a coma - it turned out that it was not that no one from the Anta family came, but that even though they came, they still couldn't beat his old Ish.

When Du Lin walked out of the door, he saw a large table in the middle of the yard. The body of the monster on the table had been cut into eight pieces and was being arranged in different categories. It was cold in Lublin in late autumn, so there was no need to worry about the body rotting.

"Do you know what this thing is called?" Old Ish, the grandfather, asked Du Lin with a smile.

Du Lin narrowed his eyes.

A curtain then fell in Durin's field of vision, displaying the monster's data.

Kyle 'Night Walker' Crane.

It's out of control.

Night Watch Path (Twisted)

Zombie Path, Sequence 7: Zombie (Deformed)

The root power has been extracted.

Attributes:
Power: 17
Agility: 16
Constitution: 13
Intelligence: 6
Perception: 17
Charisma: 5
What appears before you is a corpse. He once lived a life so pitiful and miserable. He came here to go east into the Black Zone to face his end, but he failed. So in Lublin, he turned from a human being into an out-of-control monster. Life is really not what you want, nine times out of ten.

Following Daju's introduction, Du Lin now knew that this thing was the seventh sequence of the zombie pathway: a deformed form of the living corpse. Its name in life was Kyle Crane, and Night Walker was his nickname.

But Du Lin had to pretend he didn't know, so he shook his head: "I don't know, my instructors haven't taught me either, but Anta said it should be a deformed form."

The mentor that Dulin mentioned was Mentor Zanta of the Mage Tower. Although warlocks depended on luck for their livelihood and insisted on a saying "My ancestors were extremely rich", but in terms of how to use spells, having a good teacher was always easier than for Dulin to learn on his own.

And Zanta is obviously that good teacher.

"Of course your mentors don't know. One of them is ninety, and the other is only sixty-seven. This thing only appeared once in Lublin ninety-three years ago. But I'm surprised that Anta knew. She must have seen it in a book. Indeed, it is an aberration. It was once human in its lifetime." Old Ish sighed at this point. "We don't know his name now, but we know he is the owner of Zombie Path Sequence Seven: Animated Corpse. He came here, probably preparing to cross the elven territory and head to the Black Zone, which is the final destination of aberrations. There, they will become aberrations and either become more powerful or die there..."

At this point, Old Ish looked at Du Lin and said, "But it's okay. You put an end to him so that he doesn't have to walk such a long and bitter road. Life is full of suffering, and it's good if the suffering road can be shorter." The kind elder said this and patted Du Lin's head with a hint of doting.

"The zombie path, I read about it in history class. Humans were not satisfied with the difficulty and obscurity of the old career system, so they created a completely new path system." Du Lin acted as if he suddenly understood something.

"It would be even better if you have read history books and know some basics. In fact, this is just humans wanting to be lazy, and the way to promotion seems simple. Speaking of which, when we rescued you, we didn't find the root power released by this monster. It's really strange, but considering that this new system of mankind is only a hundred years old, it is normal to have some fallacies." Old Ish muttered to himself as he brought Durin to the smooth round cabin.

Oh, can this guy explode the source of power by killing him? Du Lin took this information to heart and looked at the round cabin in front of him. Speaking of which, Du Lin's attention has been here since a while. This round cabin doesn't even have a single rivet. The craftsmanship is even more amazing than Du Lin knew. It looks like a creation from a previous life.

"Dulin, has your history teacher ever told you about the past of this land?" Standing in front of the cabin, Old Ish asked Dulin.

This question made Du Lin silent for a moment, and finally he nodded: "He said, he said that this land has ancestors, and has ancient technology and knowledge that we cannot understand."

These are all stories that have been passed down. In these stories, in ancient times, this land was full of ancestors who created a dreamlike era. At that time, life conquered the land, ocean and sky beneath their feet and was the true master.

But now the ancestors are gone, their cities are reduced to ruins, and the earth is full of suffering. To the east of the Eastern Territory, the monsters in the Black Zone and the Red Zone are all extremely dangerous. These areas filled with death separate the human survival areas of the East and West Lands, forcing the two sides to trade only through fleets.

In the vast desert in the southeast, the green-skinned orcs have been seeking to invade.

In the south, the great terrors on the Sea of ​​Death once made those who went out to sea almost die. It was not until the appearance of the original Creator, who brought down his wrath and killed those great terrors, that humans established new colonies on those islands.

To be honest, Dulin was quite devastated when he first heard this story. Your land is full of science fiction, magic, and fantasy, but when he heard that there were humans called Changtang in the East, Dulin was already numb - Changtang, humans with black hair and dark pupils, Dulin just felt that this must not be the Earth he was from. "This is the coffin of the ancestors," Dulin's grandfather said as he stood on a small chair. He patted the all-metal dome. "When we came down to find you, we also noticed this thing. We never thought we would find it in Lublin. Historians have always believed that the ancestors never set foot here. Now you should have rewritten the history books. My child, you are the first discoverer. The remains inside have been handed over to the Explorers' Guild, and the dome will be sold to them. When the time comes, they will give you and Anta a sum of money. Split it between yourselves."

At this point, Old Ish patted the round cabin again and said, "This land still holds too many secrets unknown to us. The Dark Ages shattered people's historical records. Even now, we still don't know what our ancestors were like."

To be honest, Du Lin was also very curious.

But what's the use of being curious? The past of the ancestors is too far away for Dulin. The most important thing is to live in the present.

"Kid, you don't seem curious." Old Ish looked at Du Lin as he took him back to the room.

"Instead of guessing about the past of our ancestors, searching for their past from clues, and trying to confirm their end with a corpse or a coffin, isn't it better for us to live in the present, base ourselves in the present, look to the future, and not repeat their mistakes?" Du Lin asked back, looking at his grandfather.

Durin's answer and counter-question amused Old Ish. He nodded with a hint of satisfaction, "Indeed, the stories of the ancestors have been woven into history. Their stories have become part of myth, just like that coffin. We know it contained them, even preserving their bodies. But what good is that? What's inside the coffin isn't so much the ancestors as it is a vessel without a soul."

Taking Durin back to the living room, Old Yishi sat back on the sofa. "It's late today, so don't go out and disturb your mentor. But you can go see him tomorrow. I think you can complete your advancement. Congratulations, son. Reaching the fourth ring of warlock at the age of twelve proves that you are very talented. Don't be discouraged, you have already surpassed 90% of your peers."

Durin smiled and nodded, while complaining in his heart that in the past three or four hundred years, four silver dragons have mated with the Elsh family. The fact that the Elsh family is no longer laying eggs is also a proof of their talent.

At this time, the butler came over and said that the master's guests had arrived.

Since he was Old Ish's guest, it was not appropriate for Du Lin to stay in the living room.

So he walked out of the living room and happened to meet the old man who was coming over. Du Lin saluted him.

"Is that Du Lin? I heard that something happened to you. It doesn't seem to be a big deal now." The old man smiled and patted Du Lin's shoulder, then walked into the living room.

Du Lin smiled, turned and walked towards the round cabin. After all, the monster's corpse was not something to look at.

It is called a round cabin, but it is actually a long life-support cabin. In Du Lin's view, this is an emergency device. When encountering a major disaster, people can lie in it and will not be harmed by extreme situations for a period of time.

Of course, this is not a refrigerator with a permanent power supply. After a long time, when the power is exhausted and the external conditions are not suitable for human survival, the life support cabin will not open the hatch.

So it is not wrong to call it a coffin, but the ones used by our ancestors were obviously more luxurious.

Thinking of this, Du Lin noticed the letters and numbers on the cabin door frame.

NDALIAN-N1GF-10745041514350288.

I don’t know what it means, but this discovery still makes Du Lin sigh.

You see, even though history is interrupted, these things made by our ancestors are still so reliable.

It’s a pity that the better you do, the more fragile and weak you appear.

The better we do, the more it proves that civilization is nothing in the face of time - life takes 10,000 years to build a building called civilization, while time can take millions or even tens of millions of years to witness how riddled civilization has become.

Just like the group photos on the corridor on the second floor, they were well preserved and showed no signs of yellowing. Du Lin could recognize his grandfather in them, but what about those lives that were once as young as he was.

The flesh and blood are weak, and the races are different. I am afraid that those young lives have long become history outside the photos.

　Gu, please stay a little longer when reading this, the data of the new book is very important.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)