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

Director Sun smiled as she sat by the porthole, watching the distant stars. Her skeleton turned in a direction, sitting by the porthole with her spiritual body.


· I haven't dreamed in a long time, especially not about my past life's dreams.


She gazed at the stars, at these stars that remained unchanged for tens of years. Everyone says the Solar System is located in the "suburbs" of the Orion Arm of the Milky Way, a relatively peaceful area with a lower density of stars, essentially rural.


Before life budded on Earth, the star before her existed.


It witnessed billions of years, saw the human-made artifacts in the quiet environment, and beheld the massive ecosystem built in orbits suitable for biological survival.


That was an era when humanity conquered the universe; there was no chaos intrusion, no following ten thousand years; the era of the Old Era left her dazzled and spellbound.


Chapter 144: The Eternal Crown