Durin's Diary

Chapter 742 Ideal
There are ways for Du Lin to do this. One of them is to become an unknown person, because he has seen those beings with god-like powers.

But the problem is that Durin doesn't want to be a god.

This world does not need gods, but becomes anonymous. According to Eleven and Daju's analysis, it requires the purest will. Only when a person is willing to sacrifice everything for this world, including his existence, will he be fortunate enough to take on this priesthood.

Anonymous, abandoning everything, erasing his existence in that world, forgetting his own name, letting the world forget him.

Du Lin really couldn't understand what kind of ideal could make the anonymous people choose such a path to become gods.

Out of curiosity and a sense of responsibility towards Melinda and the others, Du Lin sneaked to the noodle stall again in the middle of the night.

At this time, there were two customers at the noodle stall. One was a young human wearing an exotic priest robe. He had pointed ears at a certain angle, like a half-elf.

The other one was wearing something a bit strange, with an oriental touch. The two were eating noodles. When he noticed Du Lin, he smiled and said, "Hello."

It was standard Xilu dialect. Du Lin could understand it and responded: "Hello."

"Mr. Du Lin, what brings you here?" The boss was reading a newspaper. He noticed Du Lin's arrival and felt a little curious.

"Mr. Li, I want to know why Anonymous chose to be Anonymous." Du Lin asked directly.

"It's no use asking me this question, but an anonymous person told me that if a young person asks this question, then let him go to him." Having said that, the stall owner handed a note to Du Lin.

Du Lin took the note.

At first glance, the note was empty.

The next second, a coordinate automatically appeared in Du Lin's mind. Du Lin opened the coordinate without hesitation and dived into the portal.

The young stall owner watched the portal disappear and finally sighed.

Although those ecosystems are not large in area, they contain a wide variety of life types. As an immortal, this child does not look like he is running for history. Why should he become an unknown person?

However, this is not a fact he should know.

Thinking of this, the stall owner opened the newspaper.

After changing several times, the front page headline finally appeared with complete content.

The Holy Lorraine Empire invaded Plender, and the war broke out again after thirty years.

This world is so absurd. War, peace, revolution, six words, three phrases, depict the history of ten thousand years and the stupidity and tragedy of human nature. But at the same time, there will always be someone who stands up.

The stall owner sighed as he looked at a small square at the bottom of the front page.

A rising star! Yang Wenli, a top student in the history department of the Seris Empire, shot down a total of eleven renowned battle mages, including the commander and deputy commander of the 3rd Battle Mage Wing of the Holy Lorraine 1st Airborne Assault Division, over Lublin. Seven of them were named. ………………

When Du Lin walked out of the portal, he saw the ruins of a huge city.

"You're here, kid." A sick-looking old man sat on the ruins of a pile of building debris and waved to Dulin.

Dulin climbed to the top of the ruins. Standing here, he saw a city ruin that stretched as far as the eye could see.

Here, time seemed to have stopped. The afterglow in the sky and the setting sun did not change at all under Du Lin's gaze.

The sky is red. This city, which must have been very prosperous in the past, is now only left with ruins, with only one or two tall buildings still standing stubbornly.

But more skyscrapers are no longer what they used to be. They have either collapsed into ruins or are leaning against each other.

These broken walls and ruins lie on the ground, embellishing this devastated world with their past glory and present desolation.

"What's going on here?" Du Lin squatted down and asked curiously.

"This is a wasteland after a nuclear war. Civilization has been destroyed. I came to see if I could salvage anything here." The skinny old man, with a patchy beard, looked at Du Lin curiously. "Kid, how did you know of my existence?"

"Old Li, the owner of the noodle stall, asked me to come to you. I got this." Du Lin held up the white paper in his hand.

"I see. You came to me to ask why a life becomes nameless, right?" The old man smiled and said, "I can answer you, but I want to know why you became nameless."

"My loved ones can only live for a hundred years, but I can live a long time, and I don't want them to die."

"If that's the only reason, you'd better not become a Nameless Person. Every Nameless Person sacrifices their own existence to the world, becoming a causal existence that anchors the existence of the entire world at the cost of their own existence."

At this point, the anonymous old man pointed at the child in front of him and said, "I come from a world, a world after a thermonuclear war. In that world, there are still people struggling to survive, trying to ignite the flame of civilization. Before I died, I found an alternative water purification system for the settlement. When I was dying, a voice told me that if I was willing to become a god at the cost of my own existence, I could help the settlement."

"So you became a god, right?" Du Lin looked at the armor on the old man in front of him. The armor was covered with scars and spots left by the years. He had a breech-loading single-shot pistol on his waist.

"Or rather, the will of the world chose me, and I chose to sacrifice myself. I forgot who I was. I lived a lonely life, and no one remembered me. My existence vanished in the settlement. Everything about me was gone. My figure disappeared from the photos, everything about me was gone from the stories. The people I knew also forgot I ever existed... But I stayed with them, watching civilization reignite from the embers."

Du Lin sat there and listened to the story about the old man. He witnessed the world's revival after the thermonuclear war, watched the people in the settlement walk out of the mountains after the nuclear radiation subsided, watched them use the knowledge passed down from generation to generation in the settlement to repair the long-wave radio station, and when one settlement after another began to respond to the radio, every life cried with joy.

People still haven't forgotten this great country. Every settlement believes that it has inherited the will of the Republic. Then the settlements began to merge and expand, and people began to rebuild the country, until finally - all the surviving settlements reburied every generation of inheritors buried in their settlements in the largest monument of the Republic.

"You're happy, aren't you?"

"Yes, because civilization was being rebuilt, my generation struggled to maintain the settlement and keep the flame of civilization alive. We did this so that one day our descendants could become human again, rather than become like the bandits and cannibals who lost their civilization and became like wild beasts... Child, Nameless represents dignity and salvation. Without great faith and will, you don't deserve to be Nameless."

(End of this chapter)