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

Moonlight fully illuminated the top of the platform. Durin approached the crucible, watching the still-operating behemoth, and cast the Floating Technique on himself, then took out some fruits of the World Tree from his space.


Powerful Fist squeezed the juice out of these fruits, drops falling into the cauldron.


Durin transformed back and cut open his own wrist; the hot blood of the Candle Dragon fell into the cauldron, turning the liquid a roiling black-green.


Fixing the wound with a Spell Formula, Durin began attempting to transform the liquid in the crucible.


Finally, under Durin's gaze, the liquid in the crucible turned into a pure milky white fluid, and the steam flowing out made Durin feel a sliver of comfort—the function of the crucible was ultimately reversed, and from now on, it would emit steam with healing properties, the range of its effect growing as long as the crucible kept operating.


Chapter 298: Gulu