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

All the Giants in this world who lack strength do so because they haven't had enough to eat.


That's a joke from my past life, but it turned out to be pretty useful. Now that this girl has had her fill, she seems a lot more lively.


Durin couldn't help wondering if this silly girl had been suffering from low blood sugar all this time.


"It's indeed possible. In our timeline, the Giant Race is the epitome of the Battle Breed, beings whose bodies can directly equip power armor. However, on the other hand, what's the situation with the Grassland Elves? They seem to have no reproductive isolation, and in our timeline, these creatures, known in Southern Tai as little dwarfs, were never this formidable."


"It's quite normal. The Grassland Elves are Director Sun's proud creation. They are real darlings, and scientists from both sides adore them immensely, everyone agreed to create them based on cuteness."


Chapter 174: The Dawn of the New Year