Half-step Purgatory

Durin stroked the black cat on the armrest of his chair, sitting on the black leather sofa. Through the glasses perched on his nose, his gaze passed over the long table in front of him and settled on the man kneeling on the carpet:
"I understand, you've made money in Naples, your business has been very successful, and you've led a happy life. You've had those secret police, friends in both the law and the underground, and even the Royal Family speaking on your behalf."
"You don't need a friend like me, I know that. You're afraid of owing me a favor, and you don't want to get involved in troubles."
"But now you come to me and say, 'I beg you, Mr. Durin of the Corleon family, please help me seek justice, so that my life and my family will not suffer and sink into despair.'
Yet, in your eyes, I was nothing more than a second-rate artist involved in movies and music. Even at the brink of death, you still show me such disrespect, not even willing to call me by my title... Keeper of Secrets."

Durin's Diary

Durin sat down in the chair, and Mrs. Kost put the imaging device on him.


"The curiosity of young life is astonishing, yet unknown to them, in the distant past, doomed men once sat in chairs like this, receiving their final judgment through electric shock."


Big Orange, I implore you to speak some human language.


"You might be able to activate the imaging device without meditation. For others, subconscious meditation can be a way to concentrate, but for you, it's a burden. Moreover, it's difficult to control the subconscious; projecting something from your past life would be quite unfavorable."


Durin first adjusted his position to get a good view of the screen.


The device used arcane energy to project the scenes concocted in the user's mind into the recording crystal. Durin carefully started to supply energy.


Chapter 20: Pop Quiz (Part 2)