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

When this land had just undergone geological transformation to become habitable for humans, the technology of the ancient predecessors was explosively powerful; cloning an entire body or pouring a personality into a brain was all within easy reach.


As for full cyborgs, electronic brains, those seemed as simple as toys in the hands of children.


One could only say that the science of the past was mind-blowing.


But "rumor has it" and "to believe" are one thing; personally witnessing a young man who had been killed by oneself twice, brazenly coming back to life, Durin was somewhat taken aback.


・Such technology shouldn't be in the hands of a select few.


・What do you mean, do you want to destroy such technology, can't we make it work for us?


AI Big Orange found this completely incomprehensible.


Chapter 69: Black Operations