Durin's Diary

Chapter 1073: Supporting Tiger Soldiers

Walking through the night market, the girl wearing a straw hat seemed a little dazed, as if she were looking at a familiar past on this bizarre and colorful land. Amid the bustling crowds, the noise of children and the vendors filled the air.

This is Shangjing of Changtang, which, like Xinjing of the world she once existed in, is one of the most prosperous cities in the northern part of the Eastern Lands.

With millions of people, there is no place more prosperous than this.

She saw two candle dragons in the night market. He held her hand, and she wore a beautiful bracelet on her wrist. The bracelet was obviously made by the Ru Siming Gold Shop in the capital. The shop owner was a kind-looking young elf.

His ancestor was once a Chinese researcher at the research center. He fell in love with her, who was a modulator of life, and they had his ancestor. This lineage continued from generation to generation until it reached him.

The elf's birth was difficult, but every generation of his family still chose to shed blood and sacrifice themselves across the three passes and four seas.

This land is what it is today because of the sacrifices of every living being.

"Madam..." Prime Minister Mo whispered a reminder, "Time is running out. If you stay any longer, you will be detected."

“I know, but this capital city… I just can’t get enough of it.” The girl smiled and nodded at Prime Minister Mo. “Look at this street, it’s actually where I lived when I was a child, only the buildings are different…”

She couldn't continue speaking and sighed regretfully.

She didn't know why the beautiful past suddenly turned so bloody that night. Everyone was fighting for their lives, everyone was bravely facing death. Right and wrong, truth and falsehood, became utterly pale at that moment.

Just like this bluestone path, in her past life it had the title of cultural heritage. But now, this night market changes every day, and the bluestone path has long been trodden with footprints by living beings.

People have long forgotten the name of this road, only knowing that it was the most bustling and fun night market in Shangjing. Even though so many years have passed and entertainment in Changtang has become more abundant than before, only the elderly people of Shangjing, those who live in the past, and those who understand best know that everything preserved in this night market is the most complete walking history of Shangjing.

Because here, you can find sugar figurines that have long since disappeared elsewhere, and glutinous rice dumplings that have long since faded away elsewhere. As one era after another passes, those things that have long since disappeared elsewhere are preserved in this night market.

Finally, she turned and walked towards the portal that Mo Xiangguo had opened.

As she passed through the doorway, the thirst for knowledge in Mo Xiangguo's eyes made her stop in her tracks.

"What's wrong?" she asked with a smile.

Mo Xiangguo blinked and asked in a slightly doubtful voice, "Your Majesty, this land needs you, but why did you let Du Lin take your place? If possible, we are willing to help you ascend to godhood. Surely a little bit of chaotic pollution can be healed."

His eyes were filled with sorrow, regret, and sadness.

“The pollution of chaos is irreversible. My body has already been polluted. I stopped my soul from falling into depravity through suicide, which is already extremely fortunate. The nameless man from another world told me that this pollution is irreversible.” She answered softly, her face full of a relieved smile: “I know you recognize me as a goddess, but I am actually just an ordinary scientist who created you. I am not a goddess, and I have never helped you. On the contrary, the two children in your temple are the gods who directly helped you. They are the real Nuwa.”

“They don’t know, but we do. We little goblins know of your existence, your past, and everything you’ve done for us.” He looked at the girl before him. “But all of this will vanish with your departure. We cannot pass on your existence eternally. After our generation dies, no one will ever see you again, and the story will become a legend…”

"Then the legend will become a myth, and my existence will eventually be distorted into the most primitive worship of people in ancient times. Perhaps this is the origin of every god; who can know?" The girl smiled and reached out to ruffle Mo Xiangguo's hair. "You really resemble an elder named Philo from the Eastern Territory of the Western Continent. You and he are the only two who can directly observe my child with the naked eye." "Because we are both your children, Your Majesty," Luo Xiangguo said, his eyes filled with regret.

"He said the same thing: to me, you are all my children, the beautiful things I want to create with all my might..." The girl sighed as she spoke, and she and he turned their heads at the same time, seeing a Zhulong with a very handsome smile.

He has silver hair, fine scales on his tail, and long, silver mane at the end of his tail.

"You are..." Prime Minister Luo was somewhat incredulous.

"Is this the new Mr. Nameless?" the girl greeted him with a smile.

“Although I sometimes find it strange that some people call me ‘Nameless,’ I always belatedly realize that I have long since lost my name. But why do I exist in this world without a name?” As the young man spoke, he produced a cane as if by magic. The cane was old and mottled, but with a dazzling ruby ​​on it: “Later I realized that although losing one’s name means losing oneself, it also means everyone for me, and me for everyone… The path he was to walk was indeed one of hardship, but he succeeded.”

"He has always been this kind of person, living in a dream of justice, and also living in that bloody night. He always said that he was a wicked seed who had committed a thousand murders, but what he didn't know was that the children in the tower always regarded him as the true swordsman."

The arrival of the anonymous man gave the girl a chance to catch her breath; she no longer had to worry about being observed.

So she accompanied him to the night market.

"That old man is very stubborn, foolish and naive. He always thinks the night he experienced is the most important thing, saying that he wants to make sure that people who come after him don't have to suffer that night. He is just a mortal. He can only manage a mere hundred years. What about a hundred years from now?"

The nameless man, who was Zhulong, shook his head as he looked at the night market.

"He never considered that the history of human civilization is so long, and his timeline is just a drop in the ocean. He couldn't care less about all that."

"But the thought behind it already surpasses that of so many others," the girl said with a smile.

"So, you've forgiven him?" The little nameless man looked at her curiously.

“I have never blamed him. That night, everyone was doing their duty, just like death and love, which are unavoidable for every mortal.”

As she said this, the girl reached out, but failed to catch the straw hat that had been blown away by the wind.

But the straw hat didn't fly away, because a giant hand in the void retrieved it for her.

"What's wrong with you?" He took the straw hat and handed it to her.

"I was lost in thought, a little absent-minded," she replied with a slightly dazed smile as she took the straw hat.

This moment felt just like the scene when she first met him in the tower.

(End of this chapter)