Durin's Diary

Chapter 698 Exploded
"Just like you before, this new kid we met always gets into some trouble, but this time it seems to be a bit more troublesome."

The God of Vengeance sat under the giant World Tree in the Infinite Wilds. He sighed as he looked at the nameless man fishing in front of a pond.

"Isn't that good? Since the Goddess of Wealth wants to expand her influence, she should understand that in the world of capital operation, she and her followers are nothing more than hungry children. Look, weren't they badly cheated by Du Lin?"

"I heard that they might default on their debt." The God of Vengeance said as he teased the little lynx with the cat toy in his hand.

"I bet that kid, Dulin, will definitely hope they default on their debt. If that happens, that stinky woman might become the first neutral god to fall." Having said that, the Nameless One looked at the little lynx. "Dulin's little lynx is also interesting. It's growing very fast. Who knows, maybe one day it will become a sacred beast."

"It's quite interesting indeed. However, if she wants to renege on her promise, I will take action. What about you?"

"I will too. The sooner the wealth-related priesthood is crushed, the better. Capitalism is burgeoning now, and her power isn't that strong. In another twenty or thirty years, her power will be too great and difficult to deal with. I don't know how much divinity Ms. Sun's rational incarnation can devour. Those gods should be weakened before being killed. But if she can't hold on to the last step, perhaps... Du Lin will have no choice but to take over."

"And then become another nameless person?" asked the God of Vengeance with a smile.

"I think it's fine. I just don't know what he's thinking. Just like that anonymous person never asked me this question back then, only by making your own choices can you avoid being distorted by divinity." Having said this, the anonymous person sighed and said, "Let's wait and see."

………………

Meanwhile, Du Lin was having breakfast.

Early this morning, his little cat maid Xia Li brought Du Lin all the newspapers that could be subscribed to in the entire Western Continent - fortunately, the Protector of the Country's Dome Office was rich, and newspapers of all sizes in various countries also wanted to show their faces in front of the Protector of the Country and his brother.

In short, Xia Li divided the newspapers for Du Lin. The stack on Du Lin's left was supporting the Goddess of Fortune and the collapse of the Sidney Grain Group and the Eastern Grain Trust, while the stack on Du Lin's right was supporting the collapse of the Eastern Grain Trust and the Goddess of Fortune and the Sidney Grain Group.

Damn it, these people are really fond of watching over the trouble. They couldn't even see through Du Lin's sinister plot. I can only say that you useless people who were not born in the era of cannibalistic capitalism really don't deserve to die.

Forget it. Du Lin gestured to Xia Li to read it to him, starting from the left.

Xia Li picked up the first one: "Roman Baptist Gospel News, would you like to listen, Master?"

·Fuck, this sentence made my bones go soft, Du Lin, you scumbag!
Daju and Shiyi couldn't wait to scold Du Lin.

Du Lin chuckled and said, "Speak."

You can also call me master.

·roll!
The Roman Baptist Gospel, an old friend, now transformed by Northernism, has a bold, large-scale headline on its front page today: "No compromise with the cannibalistic capitalist Dühring and his Eastern Grain Trust! We will defend the rights of tens of thousands of shareholders of the Sidney Grain Corporation to the death!"
Du Lin was silent for a moment, then took the newspaper. "You beasts! I'm truly impressed by you!" If the Sidney Grain Group truly made a killing, you know how explosively the Engel coefficient of the civilian population across the entire Western Continent would increase!
Now you tell us that you will defend the rights of tens of thousands of shareholders of Sidney Grain Group to the death?

I'm giving you face! What a distortion of humanity! What a moral decline! I've had enough of this ugly newspaper! Who is its editor-in-chief? I'm going to send my most elite members of the Three Saints Society to smash his windows every night and imitate ghost screams!
After crushing it and throwing it into the trash can, Du Lin asked Xia Li to continue.

The second one is the Paris Saint-Germain newspaper.

"I didn't expect that even this newspaper is against me." Du Lin sighed.

The front-page headline of the Saint's Newspaper, in size 1 font, tells everyone who reads it a fact: we must oppose the economic plunder of our country by the big capitalist Dühring.

Although Du Lin wanted to complain, the newspaper was right. It devoted an entire page to rants about Du Lin's massacre of the Sidney Grain Group in the futures market. Finally, the Saint's Newspaper stated that people change, and that the warriors who once resisted the terrifying future era have become the terrifying future era itself. The writer of the article hoped that Du Lin would repent and that the Sidney Grain Group would refuse to pay Du Lin.

"Master, are you really that bad? Why can't I feel it?" Xia Li asked curiously.

"They are jealous of your master's ability to make money." Du Lin laughed coldly, and at the same time wrote the window of the editor-in-chief of the Holy Maiden Newspaper into his kill list.

Damn it, you Sidney Grain Group are not a good group either, why should I be the era of horror future itself!
The third one was the Free Sidney Daily, a provincial newspaper in the northern part of Sidney. Its front-page headlines were extremely explosive.

Rise up! Sidney Grain Group, you who refuse to be slaves! Let us fight against the cannibal demon Durin and his Eastern Grain Trust!

Fuck you, Free Sidney, you still want to get up and not be a slave, I'm really fucked, you guys are laughing at me!

Du Lin sighed deeply in his heart.

Bastards, how dare you format it like this!

·Don’t talk about you, Daju and I have also been broken down.

Eleven and Daju didn't laugh at Du Lin either.

This time, there was only warm mutual understanding between doctors and patients.

So Du Lin signaled Xia Li to change the newspaper.

Xia Li followed Du Lin's example and crumpled up the newspaper and threw it into the trash can, then picked up a new one.

"Master, it's the Paris Twins Notre Dame."

"explain."

Du Lin stopped eating the soup and lit a cigarette for himself while preparing to listen to his little maid continue to speak shocking words.

"Well... sir, what the newspaper said is a bit harsh."

"It's okay, go ahead."

"He said... he said Lord Durin was the most terrifying capitalist aristocrat. He said that if he and his Eastern Grain Trust really took the money, it would destroy the happiness and future of tens of thousands of shareholders of the Sidney Grain Corporation."

Having said that, Xia Li looked at Du Lin.

She saw her master, cigarette in one hand and cheek in the other, smiling at Master Poole on the other side of the long table.

"How does it feel to be a villain, my brother?" he asked with a laugh.

(End of this chapter)