Durin's Diary

Chapter 996 Returning to Xianyang

When we arrived at the outskirts of Moscow, it was still night and very cold because of the time difference.

According to the embodiment of rationality, "Moscow Nights" is both a description of the time of day in a location and the name of an old song.

Dulin had never heard this song before; it was as if it had never existed in history, and it was not among the data disks placed in the stagnant force field.

However, the anonymous person could hum the song very fluently.

It's a good song, supposedly created by people in a country called the Soviet Union before the destruction came.

But Dulin was very surprised—because he had previously thought that this nameless person should be a being from the end of the Destruction Era, and that he should not know about this song from seven or eight thousand years ago.

What's going on here? Is it because he became anonymous, and thus heard this song in another timeline?

Curious and surprised, he followed the nameless man alongside the embodiment of reason, walking on the paved road that had been laid out long ago. However, the once-perfect street now looked like it had broken bricks and was full of potholes.

As the nameless man continued his work, everything was being repaired, which made Dulin sigh inwardly—such divine power truly inspired awe.

At this moment, the embodiment of rationality pointed to a building in the distance: "That's the Winter Palace."

Dulin looked over and saw that the building's exterior walls were already mottled. The once magnificent dome had collapsed in half, broken stone pillars were stuck in the snow, and the ground was littered with gnawed bones.

In the square in front, a memorial column still stubbornly pierces the dark sky, and something seems to have once been at the top, but it has long since broken off, leaving only a small piece of metal, terribly corroded.

“My father took me here before. I was very young then, and we saw real artifacts from Earth. My father told me that the Winter Palace in the Old Age was once the private museum of the Tsar. Later, the Tsar's entire family died, and the Tsar's private museum became the national museum. Later still, the Winter Palace was sold to a private individual. Human history really seems ridiculous.” The embodiment of rationality looked at Dulin at this point: “You should understand, Dulin, human history is a history of repeated mistakes piled up. War, peace, revolution, it’s like a never-ending waltz.”

"To be honest, my mentor said something similar, but that's precisely why I want to change all of this and help human civilization break free from this tragic cycle," Dulin said, standing outside the gate and looking at the building before him.

The original reliefs have been eroded into honeycomb-like stones by some unknown substance, and the hollow window frames that were once inlaid with something have long since cracked, with fragments scattered somewhere unknown.

The iron gates of the Winter Palace were twisted and half-open, and the strange double-headed eagle emblem on the lintel was now only one head; the other head was missing, leaving only half of its neck.

"To be honest, this is the first time I've ever seen a Winter Palace like this," the nameless man remarked as he walked to the gate.

He reached out and patted the rusty iron gate.

"Dear Bailey, are you there?"

As he greeted them, the lights in the hall came on, and in an instant, the entire square and the palace were reborn.

The previously broken stone pillar has been restored to its original state, the mottled marks on the wall have disappeared, and the angel's cross on the beautiful memorial pillar still shines with golden light.

Inside the gold-leaf-covered gate, the murals in the corridor are no longer just charred fragments; each painting has been transformed into a work of art, as if telling Dulin that each of them was painted by one of the greatest artists in history.

“It looks like she’s home. Let’s go.” The anonymous man smiled and pushed open the door.

Dulin followed him into the palace, where the peacock clock was ticking steadily. It was exactly on the hour, and the mechanical peacock spread its tail feathers.

The light from the purple-gold chandelier was so soft, and everything in the room was so perfect that even the Slaanesh succubi who came to greet them seemed mundane, making Dulin feel that they were truly unworthy of this palace. The nameless man seemed to think so too; he raised his hand and waved it lightly: "You may leave; I have something to discuss with your master."

So the succubi retreated.

The nameless man hummed an unknown song as he followed the only remaining succubus maid through the corridor into a side hall.

A young girl sat in front of the fire and looked at the nameless man: "Why are you here? Didn't we agree that I would eat, drink and have fun here, and as long as I didn't go out, you wouldn't bother me?"

"Excuse me, someone wants to see you." The nameless man said with a smile, "If I hadn't brought them along, they might not have been able to find you, so I came."

"You stinky man, you said someone wanted to see me, why did you bring two stinky men?" She was completely naked, yet there was nothing wrong with her at all.

Dulin smiled and accepted the wine offered by the succubus maid.

The wine is fine; it's good wine.

Dulin took a sniff and sensed that the wine must have been aged for a very long time to have such a flavor.

The rational being stepped forward, looked at the girl before him, and sighed: "Belley, it's me."

"Ah...it's you, you finally came to find me! I told you, we are the same kind of people, we should be together." As she spoke, the girl appeared beside the embodiment of rationality. She sniffed his neck: "It's my fault, little sister. I didn't expect you to smell so good as a man, much better than that horned, smelly man over there."

At this point, she reached out to unbutton the collar of the embodiment of rationality: "If you are the embodiment of the older sister, I would like to give it a try. How about living happily together with the younger sister?"

"Don't talk nonsense. We're both girls, it's impossible for us to be together." The embodiment of rationality slapped away the restless hand.

Dulin had already taken a sip of wine, and upon hearing this, he sprayed the wine directly onto the carpet.

The anonymous man patted Dulin on the back with a smile.

"What are you laughing at!" The girl appeared next to Dulin the next second. She sniffed him, then frowned: "You stinky man, you're covered in perfume! You've slept with who knows how many girls! You're disgusting!"

“Yes, I was just chatting with your sister around the campfire,” Dulin said with a smile.

"I'll kill you!" the girl screamed, scratching his hand at Dulin.

At that moment, the girl disappeared, and what stood before Dulin was a monster with eight breasts and six arms.

Dulin punched the perverted evil god, sending her flying. Watching her smash through wall after wall, Dulin turned to look at the rational avatar who was covering her face.

"How did you raise this child? Look at her!" Dulin cursed. "How many times have I told you not to help her up!"

After saying that, Dulin reached for the pliers and chased after them.

This brat is playing such a trick; today I'm going to teach her a lesson on behalf of her parents who died young!

(End of this chapter)