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 followed Old Yishu back to the ancestral home.


He knew Durin's intentions, understood his thoughts, and was aware of his killing intent.


So, he started to explain to Durin the little secrets behind the so-called Demon Lord.


"This Necromancer might sound strong, but with the advancement of cremation practices in this era, phenomena like the Undead Tide can no longer occur," Yishu informed Durin about why cremation was widely used in the Human World. No matter the place's size, any corpse would be burned—a necessity forced by the Undead Magic.


Therefore, the Demon Lord's ability to recruit now may not be as powerful as his other methods—the Necromancy Sect's Spell Formulas typically employ underhanded tactics. Killing might not be as viscerally thrilling as ice and fire, but Death Finger could also confidently claim to provide a cure for the disease.


Now, with a flick of his small finger, Durin could turn a groundhog two kilometers away to ash.


Chapter 200: Light