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

On his second time aboard a flying vessel, Durin was no longer amazed, while the Rational Incarnation was astonished by the things Durin had brought out from his own world, exclaiming, "Your world actually already has anti-gravity flying machines, that's truly remarkable."


"Don't you have them?" Durin asked curiously.


He and the Rational Incarnation landed a kilometer away from Luxembourg City and began to walk toward it.


"We are a bit later than you; based on what you've told me I've deduced, our civilization encountered the invasion somewhat later than yours. And the place we're in is actually a miniaturized inner universe, just like the Semi-plane described in stories. There are ten ecological circles like ours in total, I have no idea how the others are doing or what's become of the Main Plane. Perhaps they have all been destroyed, leaving only us."


Chapter 253: Fury