Durin's Diary

Chapter 450: Anger at Life and Death

Durin's appearance was his invitation, and Tanya and Astrid followed Durin over, and their appearance was immediately confirmed.

The most important thing is that Mrs. Dang Gala was standing in the corridor today very unexpectedly - no wonder the security today seemed not strict, with her there, it seemed that no imposter could sneak in.

"Madam Gala." Tanya and Reid naturally had enough respect for the legendary swordsman.

"Good evening, Tanya and Lid, are you accompanying Dulin today? That's great. You should accompany Dulin to more events." At this point, Mrs. Gala smiled and gestured for the guards to clear the corridor. "You really have no sense at all."

"It seems that His Majesty is here today. Are you in trouble?" Du Lin asked.

"It's just a minor problem, please don't mind it and have fun." Mrs. Gala smiled and changed the subject.

In that case, Du Lin didn't care.

He took the two girls into the hall.

Because Du Lin was a guest, there were seats for two in the front row.

Today, Tanya was wearing the same red Northern Kingdom dress as she had worn when Durin first saw her. As for Astrid, she was different from before. As the most favored girl by Anta, she was wearing the standard prairie elf robe chosen for her by Anta. The prairie elf robes were famous for their complicated ornaments and pendants. She even had a piece of jade around her waist.

It is a handicraft from Changtang, and many grassland elves like it very much.

"Mr. Dulin's two wives are so beautiful." Kumiel Big Toe walked down from the podium and shook hands with Dulin warmly. "Although you only had one work last year, I think you have the potential to win an award."

"This world does not belong to just Du Lin and me. Humility is a virtue. I don't want to receive this award every year because it will discourage the enthusiasm of young people and the new generation of directors." Having said that, Du Lin smiled and looked at the old men from the film academy standing beside him.

"It's philosophical. If someone else said it, I would laugh for a year, but Mr. Du Lin, I believe that the old gentlemen present here will not object to your words." Kumir said with a smile.

The old people all said that Du Lin was right.

Du Lin stood with his hands behind his back, smiling and looking humble.

"Okay, it's almost time. Mr. Durin, you will be the finale presenter of the Best Picture award today." After saying that, Kumir Big Toe went on stage.

Du Lin sat on Reed's left.

Kumir is indeed a good speaker. Even an experienced old man like Du Lin would laugh from time to time because of his jokes.

But the most important reason is that in this era, people can eat anything, whether it is raw or cold, and this old man can eat either meat or vegetables.

I really envy this era.

Eleven suddenly exclaimed.

·How...ah, I forgot, your timeline hasn't reached ours yet.

Daju said this with a "Puh" sound.

Political correctness is the most horrific thing I have ever seen created by capital to divide people. Ultimately, all of this has caused chaos to invade our world, and hundreds of millions of people have died because of capital's greed.

What exactly is the Chaos Invasion in your world?

Eleven asked.

How else could it be? The Four Evil Gods were reborn disguised as gods. Among so many false gods, some of them were even born as saviors. The Kind Father gave health to his believers; Tzeentch gave wisdom to his believers; Slaanesh gave his believers their wishes come true; and Khorne gave his believers a strong body.

But all of this has already been secretly marked with chips.

Eventually, the Chaos armies of Tzeentch and Slaanesh swept across the Americas, Tzeentch's forces overran Europe, and Khorne's daemonic hosts devoured much of Asia.

The whole world was invaded by chaos.

Because of widespread hypocrisy, heretics sold everything for the rewards of Chaos, even going so far as to perform human sacrifices, sacrificing innocents to their evil gods.

Because of the invasion of the evil god, those newly born psychics are the most precious sacrifices. The poor young children are placed on the altar by those lunatics and fanatics, just like the purple-eyed children in this world.

I never imagined that your world would have such a horrific experience.

But we managed to make it through, and because of this experience, I will never let any heretic go.

Du Lin sighed when he said this.

These historical records tell of death, one story after another. I still remember asking my mentor when I was young how many people died at that time.

The instructor couldn't answer the question either, and finally it was the wise man who answered it.

Humanity faced Chaos for eight millennia, sacrificing countless people, betraying countless people, slaughtering countless people, and saving countless people.

In the past eight thousand years, countless people have faced life and death. Even the Mechanical Sage, an original cyborg who has existed for nearly ten thousand years, cannot remember so many people who shared life and death with him.

Because there are too many, even if it is just a photo, a fingerprint, or an electronic family tree.

There is no way to save them all.

It's not because of the large number.

Because electronic family trees are meaningless, many families have lost their way while being passed down.

Because fingerprints are meaningless, many people live their lives... and become running dogs of chaos.

Because photos are meaningless, because we have seen too many times, many times, the new people look like the old people, and the old people are nowhere to be seen.

Du Lin stopped sighing here and stood up.

Because next I will be responsible for presenting the awards.

This is the first time I heard you tell your story on your timeline.

It doesn’t sound good actually.

That land is accustomed to sacrifice and offering, accustomed to loyalty and betrayal... All they leave to history are pain and unwillingness, as well as survival.

Du Lin walked onto the stage while sighing.

Kumir handed the horn to Dulin and lowered his voice, "This time, you can give it to those two unruly guys. I hate those aristocratic gigolos the most. I wasn't as handsome as them when I was young."

Kumir himself is a nobleman, so his half-black, half-self-deprecating words only draw laughter.
Du Lin smiled and handed the trophy to the two young men.

The older brother took the trophy and smiled wickedly: "Mr. Du Lin, you haven't hit a bottleneck, have you? How about we make a bet next year?"

Love, hate, greed and anger run through the beginning and end of life, and permeate life and death.

"What are you betting on?" Du Lin asked with a smile.

"Miss Reed's freedom!" said the younger brother, looking up his head.

Durin looked at Kumir.

"I don't object if someone is seeking death, but when you kill them, Mr. Dulin, can you please not splash blood on my clothes? This is a wedding anniversary gift my wife bought for me." Kumir said loudly.

Du Lin smiled and said, "Very good, young man, you have courage. I admire that. I accept this bet."

After saying this, Du Lin shook hands with Mr. Kumiel.

Then he walked off the stage.

Reid, who was sitting there, looked angry.

Du Lin sat next to her.

Listening to the noise in the hall and seeing the two young people hugging each other and biting each other's mouths, Du Lin laughed and kissed Reed on the face as if no one was around.

Du Lin had no objection to the young boy's heroic behavior, but there was one thing he had not told everyone in the hall.

The prize is here. If I don’t take it, it belongs to everyone; but if I want to take it, it belongs to me.

No one should think of overstepping their bounds.

Whoever oversteps his authority will be doomed to failure.

I said, no matter who comes, it won’t work.

　I was dazed and suddenly remembered that today's one hasn't been uploaded yet... I'm ashamed of you.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)