Durin's Diary

Chapter 985 Listening to the Strings

Dulin got up early in the morning. The blisters on the soles of his feet had healed thanks to Anta and the others' treatment, but he hadn't slept much last night. With the power of example, the girls didn't treat Dulin like a human being.

Dulin doesn't treat himself like a human being anymore; he lives more like a 007 corporate slave, procreating babies during the day and procreating babies at night.

See, this is the advantage of the Chinese language. A single character can have different meanings. Creation is the same as killing, and it can be done ruthlessly.

Just as Dulin was about to take out his cigarette case from his pocket, he saw a dwarf elf messenger dressed in red being led in by Chief Ping.

“Mr. Dulin, this is an envoy from the underground shelter of the Old Era.”

Upon hearing this introduction, Dulin sat up, and Daju and Eleven emerged from his palm. He looked at the dwarf demon in front of him and said, "You are an AI prosthetic body. Which factory did you come from? Was it the No. 11 Light Rail Factory, the Biotechnology Research Institute outside Beijing, or some other place?"

The dwarf messenger was silent for a moment, then his electronic eyes turned from blue to red: "I was made by Light Rail Factory No. 11. In the era when I was produced, the Biotechnology Research Institute on the outskirts of Beijing no longer produced independent, individualized prosthetic bodies."

"Haha, I came from the Biotechnology Research Institute on the outskirts of Beijing. What's your superior?" Eleven asked.

“She also came from the bio-research institute outside Beijing. It seems my superiors will be very pleased. Mr. Dulin, how are you feeling?” The dwarf prosthetic looked at Dulin.

Dulin laughed and stood up: "I'm fine, let's go."

"Alright, please follow me, Mr. Dulin. I'm sure that with your reputation, you won't be surprised by anything we see on the journey ahead."

Dulin looked at the dwarf with the prosthetic body: "Speaking of which, do you provide meals where you live?"

“I will manage.” The dwarf prosthetic body nodded with a smile.

From the moment he was remotely taken over, the prosthetic body's expressions became increasingly varied. Just now, it couldn't smile, but now it can even squint its eyes when it smiles.

This is absolutely outrageous! It's outrageous to the extreme! No wonder it's from the old era.

Since meals were provided, Dulin didn't sit idle. He simply called Anta over and took her to see the scenery.

When Anta heard that Dulin was going to take him to witness the still-functioning underground shelter, even his morning grumpiness disappeared—mages are curious professions, grassland elves are lives driven by curiosity, and with double the curiosity when facing the old era, all questions cease to be questions.

She and Dulin got into the car that had come to pick them up. Dulin had never seen this model of car before, but Eleven and Daju recognized it. They said it was a car called Hongqi. In Eleven's memory, it was the most popular car among the old people of the old Republic. In Daju's memory, there was such a car parked in the history museum of the new Beijing. When people found it, it was surrounded by all kinds of decaying vehicles. Only it, carrying the weight of history, was specially placed in a static force field.

There was also a letter in the carriage, which was a vintage car collector's last words to his beloved car.

Dulin was deeply saddened by what he heard.

In every era, there will always be a group of people who are obsessed with the past, even though they know that it is all a dream, an illusion, and a bubble of the past. Yet their love remains sincere, and their feelings remain pure.

"What does Mr. Dulin think of this land?"

"The dwarf cyborg sitting in the passenger seat asked."

“It’s much better than the Western Continent. At least I can witness so many indomitable souls. The mountains are fortunate to have preserved their loyal bones.” At this point, Dulin sighed deeply. “But all of this should not have happened. Humanity should not have been obsessed with past hatred. Living beings are fortunate. The beings that emerged from the ancient era should have joined hands to fight against destruction. Unfortunately, history tells us that there is a group of people who are born to be the carriers of hatred. Their existence is a plague brought down by war. Faced with the invasion of chaos, they aided and abetted the evildoers. To deal with such people, there is only hatred to fight hatred, extinction to fight extinction. There is no other reason to speak of, no other justice to uphold.”

“Mr. Dulin, you are indeed not from this era. Can you tell me about it? I am Director Sun’s son. I have met the Nameless One. I don’t understand why such beings still exist among humans. And you seem to be following in their footsteps.”

"I just feel that the vast majority of children in this world are innocent. I only want to save them. Adults have their own paths to walk and different kinds of suffering to endure. Saving them is just something I did along the way."

After Dulin finished speaking, the dragon bone on his wrist transformed into a small spirit body, which then shrank again. The spirits that followed Dulin would gradually be purified by him until they finally returned to the Sea of ​​Souls. If there was a next life, he would definitely be born into a good family. In that era, there would be no more Three Passes and Four Seas, nor would there be any Chaos Evil Gods. Every child of the Candle Dragon and the child with purple eyes would be able to live in the glory of the new era.

very nice.

Dulin thought with a sense of satisfaction.

"The sacrifices and sufferings of the people of our time should have been for the sake of creating a better world for the next generation. That's why we raise our swords and kill all those who are unwilling to accept civilization. This is the responsibility and obligation of the people of our time, and the suffering and torment we should endure."

Dulin then looked at the dwarf prosthetic body: "Am I being too extreme?"

"Yes, it is extreme, but history tells us that these machines, if they don't go to extremes, will only blend in with the crowd and eventually lose everything. Revolution, war, peace—if humanity doesn't go to extremes, all civilization and evolution are empty talk. Creatures who cannot control their desires and their descendants deserve only eternal suffering. The blessings they enjoy today will become the blades that their descendants will use in the future." At this point, he turned his chair ninety degrees and looked at Dulin: "I am not human, so I will observe human civilization from a neutral and cold perspective. Every ecosystem is repeating the old path of human civilization. Before our ecosystem was established, five ecosystems had already entered normal operation. Those capitalist groups have established tourism businesses in them. Creatures of the main civilization can even lie in life support pods and enter the ecosystem civilization as a new life through consciousness projection, experiencing the joy of living again. This is something that can be obtained as long as you have money. Perhaps it is because of such deep-seated desires that the evil gods of the warp were ultimately attracted. Mr. Dulin, the old era of your civilization and the old era of my civilization both died by suicide."

Dulin burst into laughter.

(End of this chapter)