Durin's Diary

Chapter 995 The Morning Was Not Over

"I've found her." The embodiment of reason appeared before Dulin in the dead of night.

“Looks like she’s finally spoken up.” Dulin raised an eyebrow. “What do we do this time?”

“It wasn’t Perlen Mittier who spoke; her sanity has collapsed. Over the years, she has been tormented by her love and hate, wailing between missing Pang Juan and resenting him for not going with her.” The embodiment of reason sat down on the small chair in front of Dulin, and the two warmed themselves by the fire.

“Pang Juan was stubborn, and so was she. The two people who loved each other ended up on opposite sides and became enemies who would kill each other.” Dulin sighed at this point: “So the question is, where is Bailey Salis?”

“She’s at the Winter Palace in Moscow.” At this point, the embodiment of rationality looked at Dulin: “Do you know Moscow?”

Du Lin shook his head.

The embodiment of rationality pulled out a map and pointed to Moscow's location in the northeast direction of the Eastern Elf Territory: "And here, do you know?"

“I know. In my time, there was a huge ruin of an old-era city here. Until I died, it was a very dangerous black zone.”

Dulin then explained the differences between the gray zone, red zone, and black zone to the embodiment of rationality.

The latter sighed, "I never imagined that the era of destruction in your world would so profoundly destroy almost the entire Western Continent."

Dulin had nothing to say about this. To him, the Age of Destruction was no different from mythology, and the historical figures sounded almost identical to the heroes in fictional novels.

Why do you say that?

It's simply because their family lineage has been passed down to the modern era, and it's not uncommon for descendants to boast and embellish their ancestors' achievements.

However, Dulin always dismissed this with disdain—what's the use of praising one's ancestors to the skies? The families that truly and profoundly changed history never boasted about the common ancestor they shared in history books...

"Wait a minute," Dulin thought, startled.

Now that he's been told this, he truly understands a principle—could that guy who doesn't exist in history really be him?

After all, those families have clear bloodlines and outstanding talents, so how could Dulin not have some doubts?

But if that's the case, according to the theory of the Nameless Ones, this Nameless One shouldn't appear in two worlds with such close timelines. Moreover, in Dulin's view, these two timelines are very likely related as one after the other. So how did he appear here?

Dulin really didn't understand this.

But now is clearly not the time to discuss this matter, since we are going to the Winter Palace in Moscow.

“I’ll give you the coordinates. Position yourself at a higher altitude. Moscow is not a fully completed city. At the time of the incident, only the Winter Palace and the surrounding neighborhoods were completed. Satellites cannot confirm this through the clouds. Let’s call the anonymous person.”

"I heard you've been looking for me."

As soon as "Rationality Exists" finished speaking, the nameless man poked his head out of the portal, then smiled and crawled out, sitting down in an empty spot by the fire: "I didn't expect you guys to be so fast."

"After all, time waits for no one." The embodiment of reason said, then looked at the nameless one: "I've always been puzzled. Since you accepted my request as a sentient being and personally severed the connection between the subspace and this world, why didn't you take the initiative to help us defeat these evil gods?" "Didn't I say that I'm not your babysitter? Humanity must learn to save itself in order to be saved," the nameless one replied with a smile, then looked at Dulin: "Dulin, what do you say?"

Dulin remained silent—this question from the embodiment of rationality was indeed very pointed, and it was also what he wanted to know. Since the Nameless One had already stepped in to help, even severing the connection between the warp and this small plane, why didn't he go all the way and be a good Samaritan?

Could it really be as Dulin thought, that he was the one who appeared at the end of the Destruction Era in Dulin's previous life, injected his own genes into those eight families, and ultimately became an anonymous being who severed the connection between the subspace and the world?

If it were him, Dulin could understand—he couldn't really finish everything. If he did, would his very existence disappear? He called Dulin over to ask for his help.

Well, as the one who cleans up the tower, Dulin was already used to doing the dirty work.

If everything can truly be ended, Dulin can naturally pretend he knows nothing.

So he smiled and said, "Yes, people need to save themselves before they can save others. In my opinion, there's nothing wrong with that. I'll take care of killing Shalis."

“How can you do this? You’re already struggling to keep going.” The embodiment of rationality shook his head at Dulin: “I can’t watch you lose control.”

“It’s alright. I’ve already killed two Chaos Gods. Killing the remaining two won’t be a problem.” Dulin sighed as he said this. “After killing all four, I should still have about six months left. I heard that what you want is liberation. So if you kill the Chaos Gods but don’t get liberation, and I have to kill you too, wouldn’t that be even worse?”

"But you only have six months, that's too little time for you."

“That’s enough. For me, even if the two I have left don’t make a move, I only have less than a year left. Six months is enough for me.” As he said this, Dulin looked at the Nameless Man, who smiled back at him: “Do you also want to become a Nameless Man like me?”

Dulin paused for a moment, then smiled and shook his head: "I've thought about it a lot, and in the end I think I won't become an anonymous person like you, nor will I become an anonymous person like that old man. Anonymous people do what they want at the cost of their own existence. You did it to save civilization, he did it to save the end of the world, and I... I want to rebuild civilization. If anyone thinks that civilization has decayed, they can summon me, and I will help them rebuild civilization."

“This is an extremely dangerous wish, Dulin. Your wish is almost no different from that of an evil god,” the nameless man said, looking at Dulin.

Dulin smiled and shook his head: "My wish is to give young children a way to live and to feed them. To this end, I will prove my wish and rebuild civilization, even if it means igniting the flames of revolution... Looking back at history, we can always see that in the darkness of civilization, some grope, some are obsessed, and some sacrifice themselves. As for me... I just want the sacrificed to be rewarded, the obsessed to be enlightened, the groping to be happy, and the children to no longer be seen as madmen, commodities, or goods in the eyes of the crazy and mentally ill. I want them to be free from humiliation. To this end, I must take charge of the war, ignite the flames of revolution, so that all people can have their grievances addressed and the innocent's requests fulfilled."

"Whatever you want," the nameless man sighed. "Everyone has their own path in the end, and I won't stop you."

"I find it quite romantic, to turn my broken body into flames. I always thought it was just something from a collection of romantic stories." The embodiment of rationality looked at Dulin: "Do you really want to become such an anonymous person?"

Du Lin nodded.

I've always been this kind of person, naively believing in all of this, until I had a second chance at life, thinking I could live a completely different life.

But I was too naive after all.

Fate has already painted the canvas of destiny for each life. Do you think that by changing your destiny and embarking on a different path, you have changed your destiny?
How could that be? Fate doesn't care.

Living beings are merely spiders on a web, jumping from one thread to another.

(End of this chapter)