Durin's Diary

Chapter 933 If I Could Do It Again

Sun Renyi once again returned empty-handed from his deep dive.

He raised his head and looked at the starry sky outside the porthole without saying a word.

This is a separate compartment outside the research center, with coordinates known only to him.

He had tried more than once to delve into the imprisoned soul before him and glimpse the location of the evil god, but he also understood that once he went deeper, there would be no turning back.

The evil god still holds sovereignty over the purple soul before him. Who knows how many bombs and traps are buried beneath this pitiful soul? Any step deeper could corrupt the soul.

Sun Renyi dared not take such a risk. If his soul were corrupted, it would mean the utter destruction of the research center's emotional alter ego—the corruption would flow upstream along with Sun Renyi's rational existence, and when the emotional embodiment called Sunism began to distort and twist, would there still be any hope for this world?

He didn't even dare to think about it.

He wasn't an emotional alter ego; he dared not place all his hopes on that alien god known as the Nameless One, nor did he want to gamble on whether that young man named Dulin could withstand the curse that even he couldn't bear.

Humans eventually reach their limit. He couldn't survive when he used an AI prosthetic body back then, and now that he's using a living body, he's even less willing and dares to gamble.

But merely peeking at the surface of the soul's memories, Sun Renyi dared not gamble on when he would be able to see the evil gods' preferences—as Director Sun's rational being, he knew the evil gods' past likes and dislikes, but who could know whether those likes and dislikes would still exist after their souls had been corrupted over the past thousand years.

Just like the Demon Lord, who was once a young man who loved gardens and a collector of beetles.

But his divine kingdom was desolate, devoid of any flowers or living beings.

The little rabbit was even more pitiful. Her transformation was incomplete. Rather than a chaotic god, she was more like a pitiful child who couldn't wake up from her dream. He ended her dream, and the so-called divine kingdom that represented her home in her heart eventually became a ruined refuge.

Her dream ended, but many more people live in a dream from which they can never wake up. Their corrupted souls are no longer the colleagues they once knew and hated, but strange gods representing chaos and evil. Even if they have the memories of their colleagues, they are no longer human, but enemies to be fought to the death.

Thinking of this, he lay down on the chair, feeling melancholy.

He thought back to when they first came to this world. Everything at the research center was still in a state of disrepair. Back then, many colleagues sat in the lobby, where even the furniture hadn't been taken apart yet. They expressed goodwill to each other, drank coffee and tea that each other had brewed, and looked forward to the snacks made by the young girls. They certainly never imagined that one day they would become rivals. Some were swept away by the long years, some were devoured by evil gods, and some became what no one could have imagined.

Thinking of this, he suddenly sat up from his silence.

"Play the documentary, the first chapter, the first long take, extracting the content of Mrs. Valentine Norgel."

The AI ​​in the cabin immediately opened a screen in front of him, showing his former young and not-so-young colleagues.

Robin Akar is a very thin young Greek man with red curly hair and a few freckles on the sides of his nose. He always has a smile on his face. In front of the camera, he smiles shyly: "Miss Sun, your tea is very good."

"He doesn't actually drink tea; he drinks it like a cow drinks water, what a waste." Squeezing into the frame is Sasser Sinrie, an Arab of Arab descent with dark lead-colored hair. He is a very handsome young man whose ancestors are said to be from Middle Eastern royalty.

He smiled and, as if by magic, pulled out a pastry from behind his back: "Try a pastry from my hometown. These days, natural honey is hard to find."

The emotional persona off-camera smiled and expressed gratitude.

A girl with a pink ponytail walked into the frame. It was Bailey Salisbury, a genius in the truest sense, the head of the genetics research group. He remembered that the sensual embodiment smiled and handed her the snack in his hand.

"Thank you, Sister Sun."

"No need to thank me, we'll be colleagues from now on," she said with a smile.

At this moment, a middle-aged woman appears in the shot after the rotation stops. She is the oldest person in the entire center, and is also recognized by everyone as a kind and caring woman, second only to Director Sun—Flora Nogel.

She was of English descent, had short hair, and always wore large brown gradient sunglasses. Except when she wore a white lab coat, she always dressed in men's clothing.

It is said that those were her late husband's clothes. Her late husband was her classmate in the same school. They went from elementary school all the way to university, and then both of them entered the biology major with the highest scores. In the end, he died in an accident while trying to save her.

She kept everything he had.

She was truly a good person. Later, among those children, besides those who were willing to follow Director Sun to the East, the remaining children went with her to the West.

She and Director Sun decided that they couldn't put all their eggs in one basket. Changtang was safe, but without the seeds of the old era, the Western Continent might be invaded by Chaos, and then the Eastern Land would be left isolated and helpless.

She was also the last of the four evil gods to have her soul twisted; before that, he had even met her once with the embodiment of reason.

At that time, she no longer had the elegant appearance she had on camera, but she still said goodbye to them.

Finally, she left a photo of herself and her husband with Director Sun.

Now, that group photo sits on the table.

On the screen, she smiled and said, "Seeing you young people so happy makes me happy too. Ms. Sun, I would recommend you. You remind me of my younger days."

She was one of the very few people from Xilu who unconditionally supported him and Director Sun.

Thinking of this, he sighed: "Retrieve the video of the last time I met Mrs. Nogel."

Everything on the screen went black, then lit up again.

In the dilapidated hall, the sensual incarnation sat beside his own skeleton, while he sat on a worn-out sofa beside him.

Before him and her stood an old woman with a hunched back and a face full of age spots. Her eyes were cloudy and no longer had the shrewdness they once had.

"Who could have imagined that we would end up like this? Some people used to say that the end of science is theology. I didn't believe it, but now..." "But now it's just an accident. Something must have happened to our main plane to cause it to lose all contact with us."

The embodiment of emotion smiled and shook his head.

Even now, do you still not believe in the reality of all this?

“I believe, madam, I have witnessed you exalt the throne of God, but I am more afraid that once I step onto that ladder to God, there will be no way back. I will no longer be myself, just like you… gradually becoming so unfamiliar to me.”

Having said that, the embodiment of emotion once again rejected the persuasion.

Mrs. Norger sighed, took two steps back, and as she was about to retreat into the teleportation tunnel, she used her power to hand him a picture frame.

"You are the embodiment of her rationality. In that case, please help this old woman remember that there was once a young couple who sincerely loved each other."

At this point, Sun Renyi, the embodiment of rationality, picked up the photo frame. He turned the frame around and saw a line of words.

Shikoku, Muroto Misaki.

(End of this chapter)