Durin's Diary

Chapter 941 Jingyang Bell

At the research center's broken round table, an old woman sat wearing an old-fashioned life support suit, looking at the young man standing opposite her with her cloudy eyes: "Long time no see, Xiao Sun."

Yes, it's been a long time since we've seen each other, Mrs. Norgell.

The ghosts before her whispered their longing and thoughts for each other.

“I’m so glad to see you in the last moments of my life. You must have really wanted to kill me, right?” She then looked at the grassland elf sitting beside her: “Rationality incarnate, I’m sorry, a young man helped me achieve my release.”

"You've embarrassed me, but I don't blame you. He chose this path himself, and I can only change my future plans." The embodiment of rationality, who was wiping his pistol with a soft cloth, looked up at her, then lowered his head to continue his work.

"How can this be changed? Without my authority, your plans will never succeed. If you think we four gods deserve to die, then don't even think about recreating Nuwa. Life on this planet will eventually lose God's protection, just like before."

Whether it's this land or that world, madam, humanity has never needed God, Buddha, or any other being to correct itself. The inability to recreate Nuwa is merely depriving that artificial planet in the distance of its chance to become whole. We may feel resentful, but we will not harbor hatred because of it.

Director Sun smiled and placed her hands in front of her, standing behind her rational presence.

“You Easterners have always been like this, never taking God or any other deity seriously. Sariputra always said you were the embodiment of the devil, a purgatory for believers.” The old woman sighed as she said this: “Why can’t you just believe in a god even once?”

"Because the gods have disappointed us countless times. Our ancestors prayed for favorable weather and abundant harvests, but did their prayers come true? Are those gods really as you say, that thunder and rain are divine blessings? We Easterners have never believed in such nonsense. Humanity ignited the flame that represents civilization by lighting hay with flint; humanity broke free from the constraints of gravity because they learned technology. Every step of life should be progress." At the end, the embodiment of reason began loading its magazine.

“But I remember you saying that not every step in history is necessarily progress,” the old woman said with a smile.

"Yes, it is because of ambitious people, madmen, and you that history feels that every step it takes does not have to be progress. Fools like us naively want to mend the cracks in the sky, never thinking that your existence is the biggest enemy of our efforts. Mrs. Norger, do you know why she and I eventually parted ways? It's because her love for the earth alone could not save this land. The empty hands of all living beings cannot protect anything."

At this point, he raised his gun and pointed it at Nogel: "That's why I was born."

We are so disappointed in what you have done, Madam. I never imagined that one day I would face you like this, let alone that one day my rational being would personally execute you.

Director Sun, standing behind him, wore a look of pity.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, child, but as you all say, 'Those who are not of our kind will surely have different hearts.' We are enemies, so what do you think of that nameless man?" With that, the old lady smiled and leaned back on the worn sofa.

Gunshots echoed in the empty hall.

………………

Dulin woke up in bed at the Candle Dragon Pavilion, feeling as if his whole body was falling apart.

Last night, apart from Alyssa, that silly deer girl, all the other girls came. With so many girls, Dulin felt like he didn't get enough sleep.

These silly girls are harmless on their own, but once Anta unites them, they become a truly dangerous group.

And so, after causing trouble for Dulin all night, he couldn't find them when he got up. Considering their skills, there were no rivals in the capital, so he got up with a yawn, found his clothes on the carpet, cleaned them with a spell, put them on, and walked out of the room with droopy eyes.

Having to control your strength while having your kidneys ripped by a girl all night is exhausting, isn't it?

Picking up the still-angry Eleven and Big Orange from the corridor, Dulin yawned as he crossed the corridor and arrived at the cafeteria. The cafeteria's old bull demon, seeing Dulin, immediately smiled and served him a large plate of braised beef.

Dulin fell silent for a moment... No, brother, don't you know how hellish it is for a bull demon like you to serve braised beef?

But he couldn't worry about that now. Old Niu said there was still some staple food, and he suggested that Du Lin fill his stomach with this plate of braised beef. Du Lin didn't think much of it, since he was starving, so he sat down and started eating.

After becoming a god, Dulin always felt that his appetite was much better than before.

Unfortunately, after only a couple of bites, Dulin heard shouting and cursing coming from outside. He opened the window and poked his head out, just in time to see two groups of brats cursing each other.

Although this capital city was different from the one Du Lin was familiar with, the retroflex endings there were so familiar that Du Lin's ears were practically calloused from hearing them so often.

After listening for a while, Du Lin realized it was just young people bickering over a girl, and feeling it was pointless, he went back to the table to continue showing off his beef. He thought, "Young people value love more than life itself. They'll only realize their mistake when they're old and their middle-aged wives are taking advantage of them."

Then it will be too late.

As someone who's been there, Du Lin felt a pang of sadness as he dipped the beef in soy sauce—this old cow was really something, knowing to add sugar to the soy sauce, truly understanding the tastes of a little guy like Du Lin.

A short while later, Lao Niu brought out a large plate of shrimp fried rice. Du Lin picked at it with a spoon, and the golden rice grains coated with egg were distinct. This alone was enough to prove Lao Niu's culinary skills. The large, translucent white rice was coated with honey, and there were peas, diced carrots, and bean sprouts, along with scallions with a slightly caramelized aroma.

"Old Niu, you did a great job."

"I'm not bragging, but everyone loves my fried rice." Old Niu looked at Du Lin Kaixuan with a satisfied smile: "I've worked here for fifty years, and I'll be able to retire in a few more years."

"Have you found the follow-up person?" Dulin asked with a smile.

“Found him.” As he spoke, he turned and pointed to the smiling young deer behind the counter: “Once I retire, he will be the head chef of Zhulong Restaurant.”

"Then he'll need a lot more practice," Dulin said with a smile.

"Definitely."

As we were chatting, we heard a shout from outside—"The Celestial Master's Mansion is beating people up!"

"You fucking slanderer!"

Upon hearing this, Dulin immediately perked up. He held a bowl of fried rice in one hand and a bowl of braised beef in the other, and watched the little cubs start fighting from the window while showing off his skills. Dulin was confident that the Candle Dragon cubs would win in terms of sheer physical strength.

Since that's the case, why not take advantage of this excitement?

As for going up to help, that would be too much of a bullying tactic.

(End of this chapter)