Durin's Diary

Chapter 938 I wish to grow old and die amidst flowers and wine.

The Nest of Eternal Flame.

Uryula looked at the coastline as usual, waiting for the rising sun.

Since becoming unafraid of sunlight, the old vampire has come to enjoy the activity, as it proves he is alive and living better than before.

Although young master Dulin recently went to the East and no one knows what he's doing, the old vampire still feels a little uneasy.

Those old women always told him to relax, but how could he relax? The world is so big, and there are so many evil gods. He said he would fight alongside the rational being of the Goddess Nuwa to kill the evil gods.

Are those evil gods so easy to kill? Uryula didn't know, but none of the evil gods he had ever met were easy to deal with. Take Klein Sivas, for example. He didn't even have the strength of an evil god, but his words and actions were even more outrageous.

Thinking of this, Uryula looked at the distant sea.

A red sun is rising there.

He was a little confused, so he picked up his pocket watch. Wasn't it still too early?

The next second, Uryura sensed something strange. He looked at the hand holding the pocket watch and saw sparks suddenly appear from his fingertips, and then it ignited.

The old vampire remained silent for a moment, then, amidst a burst of flames, tumbled and crawled back to the Everburnt Nest.

After casting five Dark Claws on herself to stop the burning, Uryura gratefully accepted the negative energy potion handed to her by Madam Lin and gulped it down.

Uryura is not afraid of sunlight, but that does not change the fact that he is a creature of darkness, and the sun in the distance is not the real sun at all! It is someone reforging themselves... a new god ascending to godhood!
Moreover, he is a god of the benevolent faction!
Thinking of this, he looked at Madam Lin standing by the window: "I didn't die after all."

“Yes, I’m curious too. This light is so bright it stings me. I wonder how you survived.” Mrs. Lin said, turning to look at Uryura.

At this moment, the old vampire was covered in burns, and his clothes were mostly torn.

“…By the way, where’s Klein?” Uryura suddenly thought of someone.

He had just started muttering this when he saw several little brats carrying a charred human figure, shouting and yelling as they ran downstairs. As they ran, Uryula laughed—because the charred human figure had been broken in two at the waist.

That old man is in a much worse situation than him.

This also proves from another perspective that a person or a ghost can find joy in suffering as long as there is another person or ghost who is even more miserable than themselves.

"Are old men this ruthless these days?"

Looking at the ball of light rising in the distant darkness, the red-skinned grassland elf looked at his old friend sitting beside him with some surprise: "You're raising the throne right off the bat. My brass throne is starting to feel uncomfortable."

"What, you're not happy that there's an extra beacon representing the power and responsibility of struggle in the subspace? You're the God of War, so what difference does it make what he kills?" The fair-skinned grassland elf finished speaking and rolled her eyes at him: "Besides, doesn't this prove that I have good judgment?"

"Look how pleased you are with yourself. This old man is much more ruthless than you. You at least protect the rights and responsibilities, but he fights for them. I've never seen a nameless person like him before. Are you sure there won't be any problems?" The red-skinned grassland elf said, taking a large gulp from the large wine cup handed to him by his companion.

"Can humanity escape the bondage of gravity by relying solely on love, or can it escape conflict simply by needing friendship?" The fair-skinned grassland elf asked, taking the large wine glass handed to him by his little darling and taking a small sip.

In the distant night sky, that star continued to grow brighter.

"Indeed, just as he understands civilization, desires never cease, struggle never ends, and all the atrocities committed by living beings in the world are for the sake of survival. Just like how I like war, where it is fought and who fights whom are not important. The only important thing is the war itself. It seems that this will be our new good friend."

“Yes, he will become your good friend, just like us.” After saying that, the grassland elf with fair skin raised her glass: “A wise man once said that every step of civilization does not have to be progress. Civilization can stand still, it can regress, and it can even go back to the beginning. I wholeheartedly agree.”

"This sage is quite interesting. Introduce him; I'd like to hear his views on war," the red-skinned grassland elf asked casually, raising his glass lightly to the fair-skinned grassland elf.

"These are just some complaints from a mortal in my past timeline. There's an old saying that it's rare to be confused, but he couldn't do that when he looked at everything in the world, so he wasted his years and squandered his life." The fair-skinned grassland elf looked at the golden wine in her cup and sighed, "I asked him why he didn't just be confused. He wasn't extraordinary, he didn't know magic, and the price of understanding all this was that he lived in pain and helplessness, only adding to his sorrow. As for his view on war, he said that civilization is a huge dance floor in which nations dance, and the dance only has three acts."

“War, peace, revolution.” The red-skinned grassland elf laughed and echoed, “Humans are truly remarkable. They throw their limited lives into endless wars, shedding blood for struggle, rebuilding themselves with peace, and then reigniting the flames of war again. Life goes on and on, and that’s why I like humans.”

At this point, the red-skinned grassland elf looked at his kind again: "But if you mess with humans, you'll come after us to fight to the death, right?"

“Yes, then there will only be endless war. Don’t you like that?” the fair-skinned grassland elf laughed.

“I like war, I don’t like being beaten. There are several lunatics among you that I really can’t beat, including you, and that little old man. He’s still ascending to godhood and is about to break through to the lower level. How can a lower-level god be so strong?” The red-skinned grassland elf sighed as he said this: “Do beings like you really have masochistic tendencies, erasing your own existence from the world just to protect that artificial home that isn’t even a planet.”

He asked a question that he had never been able to understand.

The fair-skinned grassland elf fell silent, gazing at the distant star.

Finally, he nodded.

We are simply enjoying the pleasure of saving lives. As for why those lives that don't deserve to be saved survive... that's just a bonus of fate.

(End of this chapter)