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 popped out of the Teleportation Gate to discover he had landed in the Alkin Family's garden.


He cast a Spell Formula, turning the fountain water into a mirror, and looking at his Candle Dragon-transformed self in the mirror, Durin felt a tinge of regret.


Although his consciousness had grown a bit larger in the Demon Realm, after all, that was still his own body.


But then again, the body before him was also his own, and given a chance by fate to start over, he should also show some respect for his new body.


"Lord Durin, you are back." The housekeeper quickly ran over, his anxiety apparent to Durin—after such a commotion in the south, the pillar of light was probably visible even from the lunar orbital research center.


"It's alright, everything has been resolved. The Demon Lord is confirmed dead." Since the Demon Lord was already dead, Durin straightforwardly reported its status.


"Did you kill him, sir?" The housekeeper's eyes widened.


Chapter 257: To Be Continued