Durin's Diary

Chapter 982 Also Fleeing

He ignited the contamination in his hand, watching the carcass beneath his feet turn to ashes, and Dulin sighed. It was indeed an imposter; how could a true evil god be killed so easily?

Unfortunately, all the evil gods in this world are just imposters.

But even such an imposter dared to invade his consciousness, attempting to distort Dulin's camp with words.

It's a sad thing; others might be swayed by him, but Dulin won't.

Because this evil god had never seen the despairing past that the butcher Dulin of the Tower had faced. Every step of civilization doesn't have to be progress; yes, because civilization can also regress. And every step for living beings doesn't have to be happiness… That's true too. Life is never meant to be enjoyed. The children of the poor, trapped in purgatory, yearn for an unattainable paradise and become monsters to climb it. The children of the rich, on the other hand, must throw themselves into purgatory and become monsters to avoid being left behind by their peers.

The human world is a huge cannibalistic camp.

Every living being yearns for the birth of a philosopher-king, yet they themselves live like beasts.

There are no madmen who see through all the aspects of human life yet still smile at life; there are only madmen who dream of becoming philosopher-kings.

Dulin himself was such a madman.

Dulin was tired of killing, tired of being a cleanup crew, but he understood even more clearly that there was no faster or easier way to deal with beasts and animals than killing—that's what a corporate slave looks like.

It's just that there's nothing he can do. It's like becoming an anonymous person. Do you think Dulin likes being anonymous?

You idiot, who likes working? Go ask around on the street, who likes working?

"Then why do you want to remain anonymous?"

At that moment, the nameless man sat down on the boulder and stared intently at Dulin, asking a question.

Dulin smiled. "If I don't become an anonymous person, this land doesn't deserve to be saved—if even the children of this land don't think about saving their mothers, then every living being on this land is no longer innocent."

"And I am willing to go from being a savior to a gravedigger," the nameless man said with a smile.

“I’m just telling the truth. I know myself that I can’t be an anonymous person like you. You guys like to save every living being in this world, but I prefer to save the innocent. You call those guys freebies, but I don’t want to save them.”

“Then don’t save them. Become a different kind of Nameless One and judge them as well.” The Nameless One said, raising the wine glass that the tree root had raised for him. “I’m not a lawful good person either. How could you think that the Nameless Ones are all as you think?”

“I’ve met other nameless people,” Dulin said. “I thought all nameless people were compassionate beings.”

“Every nameless person is unique. In my eyes, there is no such thing as a pitiful person necessarily having something hateful about them. There is only right and wrong, only truth and falsehood. If you are not convinced, let him get lost.” After saying this, the nameless person lay down on the big rock: “But even so, you still want to save them.”

“Yes.” Dulin nodded: “When I saw those young people who died at Yumen Pass, it reminded me of my past. The names on the black monument on that tower were just like theirs. They were all crazy people who knew that the world was beyond saving, but still stood up and died for the world.”

At this point, Dulin put his hands in his pockets and looked at the city in the distance: "I also want to be a madman like that, because I know that there are only madmen like that and mentally ill people like that in the world, there are no normal people."

“Where is the child?” The nameless man sat up and looked up at Dulin.

“The future madmen and psychopaths, but they are still normal now, so I always try to be as kind to them as possible, because I want more children to become madmen like us, rather than psychopaths like us.” Dulin looked at the city in front of him and said with emotion, “I always thought I was a kind person, until now I realized that everything has a purpose. I save children only in the hope that they can understand that there are some people in this world who will become madmen for some noble deeds.”

"So what are you going to do now? That brown-skinned brat died at your hands, and your cultivation level is now very difficult to suppress."

"How much longer?" Dulin asked.

"A year? Ten months? How would I know?" The anonymous man waved his hand. "Don't ask me."

"Aren't you a god?" "Do you think there's such an unconventional god as me in this world?"

Faced with Dulin's questioning, the nameless man laughed and simply jumped up: "I have to go, otherwise you will have even more difficulty suppressing your realm. Remember, don't kill gods anymore, at least don't kill them with your own hands. You don't want the four of them to end up playing cards in Hell with one player missing, do you? A family should be together, that's your creed, don't forget."

After saying that, the nameless man walked toward the portal he had opened.

Dulin watched him walk towards the portal, and at the last moment, Dulin called out to him.

"What is it?" the nameless man asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Tell me, where does life come from, and where does it go?" Dulin asked.

"Life comes from the mother's womb and disappears from the world like dew." The nameless man gave an answer with a smile. He looked Dulin up and down and said, "Goodbye, Dulin. I hope we will meet again in another world."

Dulin nodded and watched him walk into the portal.

Time flows on once again.

The laughter and noise of children in the distance made Dulin feel as if he had returned to the human world.

The world has regained its color.

He took a cigarette out of his pocket, lit it, and took a puff.

………………

The old Celestial Master stood in front of the Celestial Master's Mansion, looking north. Just a moment ago, he had sensed the chaotic aura emanating from the north, which was extremely dense and terrifying.

But it disappeared very quickly.

It was as if everything that had just happened was just his imagination, and there was nothing truly terrifying about it.

But he knew that none of this was right.

Something must have existed but eventually disappeared.

"Master, Mrs. Anta and the others are already giving lectures; they're just missing you."

"Okay." The old man nodded to his secretary.

He took a step forward, then asked again, still uneasy, "Whose wife is Mrs. Anta?"

"She is Lord Dulin's wife. What is it, Master?"

"It's nothing." After saying that, the old master turned his head to look north again.

This is serious. His secretary always addressed Dulin as "Little Master," but now she's suddenly calling him "Master." The only explanation for this distance is a change in perception.

...Something terrible has happened.

(End of this chapter)