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

Before Durin, there indeed was a path — to become a No-name, for he had witnessed those beings with godlike abilities.


But the problem was, Durin did not wish to become a God.


This world did not need Gods, and to become a No-name, according to Eleven and Big Orange's analysis, required the purest of wills. Only when one is willing to sacrifice everything for this world, including their very existence, might they hope to assume such a Deity Position.


A No-name forsakes all, erasing their presence from that world, forgetting their own name, letting all of mankind forget them.


Durin really could not understand what kind of ideals would drive someone to choose such a path to divinity.


Out of curiosity, as well as a sense of responsibility towards Melinda and the others, Durin sneaked out to the noodle stall in the middle of the night again.


Chapter 264: Ideals