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Chapter 115 Diary, Century (Part 2)

October 25, 1902.

Today is the 109th day of walking around the world, and we are in the Tyumen region of Siberia.

At this time, this vast wilderness was still ruled by the Russian Empire, and the person in power at this time was Tsar Nicholas II.

My only memory of this emperor is that he was a man who lost his country and was the last monarch of the Romanov dynasty that had stood for more than three hundred years.

In a dozen years, this monarch's rule would be overthrown by the Soviet Revolution.

This means that I can witness this history with my own eyes.

I like this feeling.

A few days ago, when I was driving towards Europe, there was a strange local following me. I felt like he was the kind of guy with bad intentions.

After he followed me for a long distance, he finally couldn't help but want to get closer to me.

Then he was close to death.

This world is still quite repulsive to me, and the entire time and space around me often experiences intermittent turbulence, causing damage to surrounding things. This is why I try to avoid others.

It can only be said that this guy was unlucky. He came up to me just when time and space was out of control around me, and then he couldn't hold on anymore and fell to the ground on the verge of death.

Although he doesn't feel like a good person, after all, he didn't do anything and he got into trouble just because of me...

So I waited for him to wake up, and when he was about to burp, I gave him the medicinal powder I made.

This medicinal powder is made by diluting my blood and then air-drying it. Basically, it can save me as long as I still have breath.

He recovered well, but the space-time shock may have a mental impact, so I gave him another pack of weak medicinal powder and told him to continue taking it for one year.

The effect of the weak medicinal powder is not as strong as the previous one, but in the world it can be said to be a miracle medicine that can cure all diseases.

If he takes all this packet of medicinal powder, his spirit will recover very well and he will not suffer from neurasthenia or the like.

In my opinion, this is just an episode during the journey.

The journey continues, and there is no better way to understand the world than to walk through every part of it in person.



April 5, 1910.

Came to St. Petersburg again.

I have not been to Russia in the past two years, and I did not expect that such big changes have taken place in Russia.

I heard that three years ago, a demon monk named "Rasputin" was highly used by Tsar Nicholas II because this Orthodox priest cured Crown Prince Alexei's illness.

It seems that everyone who mentions this name hates that "demon monk".

This name is very familiar. I heard this name in a certain Conan movie in my previous life. I only remember that he was not a good person, but I can’t remember the specific details.

If I remember correctly, the crown prince should have inherited hemophilia from his mother. Can this disease really be cured in this era?

With this doubt in mind, I attended a public meeting in which Rasputin himself was present.

The moment I saw him, I immediately remembered that this man was the unlucky guy I met by chance before.

It turned out to be him.

Then all this can be explained.

It seems that he did not take the powdered medicine honestly as I told him, but kept part of it to create an image of his superb medical skills.

As for the ability to predict the future brought by space-time earthquakes, it will gradually weaken as time goes by.

In the first few years, he might have been able to see accurate fragments of the future through this effect, but by now, he should only have nightmares.

No wonder there are folk rumors that Rasputin is addicted to sex. Perhaps it’s because he can’t sleep at night unless he does strenuous exercise to consume his energy?

I never expected that the source of Sorasputin's success, which was the trigger for the collapse of Tsarist Russia, was mine.

Destiny is really a clever thing.



December 30, 1916.

Once again, I came all the way to this damn cold place.

Today, a big drama was staged in St. Petersburg - the killing of Rasputin.

The heir to Russia's richest family, the husband of Tsar Nicholas II's niece, and a veritable royal relative, Prince Yusupov united several prominent monarchists and decided to assassinate Tsarevich in order to defend Russia's autocratic monarchy.

Spuchin.

They set a trap in Yusupov Palace and used their beauty to lure Rasputin.

Rasputin ate eight pieces of cake mixed with potassium cyanide, a highly toxic substance, and drank a whole bottle of Madeira mixed with potassium cyanide, but he had no reaction and felt very happy.

When Yusupov saw that something was not going well, he took out his pistol and shot Rasputin through the lungs and injured his heart.

After Rasputin fell, the conspirators dragged his body into the house. While they were discussing how to dispose of the body, Rasputin woke up again.

This slovenly but mysterious guy grabbed Yusupov's neck and roared that he wanted to hang the mastermind who wanted to murder him.

Rasputin knew that the opponent was outnumbered, so he endured the pain and ran away, but was shot several times, including one in the head.

But what frightened the conspirators was that Rasputin was not completely dead yet.

That's natural. After all, those medicinal powders have completely transformed his body. Now even if his head is cut off, he may not die immediately.

Finally, I saw with my own eyes that he was thrown into an ice hole in the Neva River.

But the cold river water did not take away his life for a while. He struggled in the Neva River, but no one came to save him.

Even if my blood powder greatly enhances his vitality, this evil monk who has brought trouble to Russia is almost at the end of his rope.

It's just that when the oil ran out and the lamp ran out, he seemed to have some kind of feeling in his heart and looked in the direction of me, and finally died in the ice water.

I have some feelings.

As soon as Rasputin died, the February Revolution would soon come, the Romanov dynasty would soon become history, and the wave of sickle and hammer would sweep from Russia to the entire world.

I am very lucky to be a participant and witness of history.



December 31, 1916.

Today is the "birthday" I set for myself.

Although birthdays are meaningless to me, I still feel that we still need some sense of ritual in life.

It's the time to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new. I sigh that time has passed by and time flies by.

It has been nearly twenty years since I came to this world, and all the people and things seem to be passing by in a hurry, without stopping in the trajectory of my life.

Day after day, year after year.

In this world, will I always be a passerby?

I hope that after experiencing the entire twentieth century, time will tell me the answer.

Yuanhuaiyu, Happy New Year.

The mountains, rivers, birds and animals in this world, every person I have ever met or have never met——

Happy New Year.


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