Durin's Diary

Chapter 478 Power and Responsibility

Why, in our eyes, you are so kind.

Daju asked.

"I just don't want this land to suffer again a hundred years from now. I just want my brothers and sisters to not have to draw swords against each other again, for demons and monsters to stop running rampant, and for hatred to stop lasting forever... So someone has to do these things, and someone like me who has no father and no son is the most suitable." Having said that, Du Lin curled up in a ball on the recliner. The night in the woods was a little chilly.

Looking at the stubborn little blades of grass in the darkness, at the cleared woodland in the distance, Du Lin muttered to himself, "I never regretted doing this. I only regret that as a mortal, I can only live for a hundred years and can no longer bear such a fate. I need to pass this cruelty on to future generations... But I believe that someone will come after me to shoulder my responsibilities and obligations. I believe that they will do better than me, be more outstanding than me, and be more ruthless than me."

You are a really good person.

Eleven sighed.

"I've never said I'm a good person. I know it in my heart. I'm just a murderer living in a dream, a butcher shrouded in blood. I've saved as many innocents as I have killed. How can I call myself merciful?... For a while, when I closed my eyes, I could hear the cries of young children, the wails of mothers, the futile breaths of those lives as blood rushed into their lungs."

"But all this is nothing compared to the misery I saw that night. There were so many people who died that night, so many that even I can't understand. Their lives and hopes were wiped out because of a tiny bit of undue kindness..." Du Lin sighed. The little Zhulong tossed and turned on the big recliner, looking at the stars in the night sky that were becoming brighter and brighter.

Yes, twisted and dark love, heartless and heartless relatives, kindness without distinction between right and wrong, in their eyes, all these are more important than justice. Mortals have their own historical perspective that they cannot escape, but I am AI. In our eyes, justice is justice, just like a program is a program.

"People who can live out their beliefs throughout their lives are extremely rare in this world."

“Those who know clearly that life is but a fleeting and bitter journey, yet never rejoice in it, but walk with their friends on the bitter journey, facing life and death head-on; those who sacrifice themselves on the altar for their ideals; those who are swallowed by the darkness for their ideals, they are the ones who truly deserve respect.”

And you, Herr Dühring, what do you think of yourself?

Eleven asked.

I am different from them. I am just a butcher walking in the dark, an executioner who makes the enemy tremble with fear.

I have never been a good person. I wasn't in the past, I'm not now, and I won't be in the future.

My hands are stained with so many causes and effects, and I have been attacked countless times in my life. Those people regarded me as a madman and wanted to get rid of me as soon as possible.

As for me, I just hope that the tragedy of that night will never happen again. For this, I can accept criticism, I can be cursed, and I can even be misunderstood by future generations.

·I remember you said that at that time you had a girl you liked, and what happened later.

Daju asked.

"Later, she died."

How did he die?

Eleven asked.

"She died at my hands. That night, I used all my strength to slowly and firmly thrust the dagger into her chest. All because she had just killed my last comrade and tried to incite me to betray the tower and leave this land with her."

Du Lin sat up.

Looking at the fireflies under the night sky, he held his head in his hands. "How could I possibly leave Tainan with her? One of us must live or die. I am different from her. My life... was saved from a city ravaged by chaos on a snowy day by the legendary Mars Gayat of the Tower."

The love she gave me was not worthy of the grace of saving my life that Legend of the Tower gave me.

Her love for me is not worthy of the last words entrusted to me by a friend who escaped from the orphanage with me and died in my arms.

Her kindness to me was unworthy of the path the adults along the way had paved for us with their lives. I could only advance with my knife, using the high-frequency dagger and my own eyeball as a sacrifice to tear through her psychic barrier, using her heart's blood to pay tribute to my fallen friend.

Du Lin turned his head and looked at the red-haired girl standing in the moonlight not far away.

It was Elaine, a girl who had grown up a lot compared to when she first appeared. She stood there smiling and said, "My sisters are all busy, and Lan En doesn't know the way, so I have to come because I heard from Anta that you've been having nightmares lately."

Having said this, she came to Du Lin and sat down. "I have had nightmares too. I know the pain they bring, but I also understand that Du Lin, you will definitely break free from the nightmare, right?"

At this point, she lay down on the recliner. "The night in the Great Woods is quite beautiful. You can't see such a night in the big city. The stars are shining brightly, spanning countless years. Even if we have lost our trace on this land, it will still appear before those who come after us every night."

"This galaxy is right here. It was like this a million years ago, and it should be like this a million years from now." Looking at the starry sky, Du Lin agreed casually.

A thousand years is too long for humans, but for time, it is just a short break.

"Du Lin, what do you think life is?" Elaine suddenly asked.

"A hundred years of human life is nothing but a dream, a bubble, and emptiness; nothing but the ups and downs of worry and fear; nothing but a moment of youth." Du Lin used three long sentences in Tang Dynasty dialect.

Although Elaine was not a grassland elf, she had learned some from Anta, but this sentence structure was still too profound for her.

So she asked a second question.

"Du Lin, then tell me, what kind of life is not as good as you described?" The girl asked, staring at Du Lin with her beautiful purple eyes.

This is a good question. Du Lin thought about it and finally found that there is no standard answer to this question.

In other words, everyone has a completely different answer to this question.

But for Dulin, he has an answer.

"Be a person who is useful to the civilization you believe in."

"Is that all?"

Elaine was a little curious about Du Lin's answer.

"That's all." Du Lin nodded. "Because it's really difficult. People often unknowingly become the people they don't want to see."

“That’s so profound,” Elaine muttered.

"Are the spells as profound as your wizard's?" Du Lin asked back.

Elaine snorted and reached out to hold Du Lin in her arms.

"My sister said that if you have a nightmare, you will look very pitiful. I think you are quite pitiful now. Let me hug you. After all, I am your scabbard and your harbor." Elaine was silent for a while after speaking, and finally sighed: "Killing must be uncomfortable, but I understand that if you don't kill those bad guys, those innocent people will not be able to survive. They don't deserve a future. So no matter how many people you kill, I understand you and support you, because I believe that those who died at your hands were all so-called stubborn diseases that had to be eliminated for the sake of that better future you talked about."

Du Lin put his arm around Elaine's waist in silence.

Thank you. As a bird keeper, I am really happy to have a little bird like you.

(End of this chapter)