Zugabe Dear God

Chapter 721 Zugabe① [Dear God]

Foreword:

What makes humans unique can be summarized in one word: "culture."

--Richard Dawkins | The Selfish Gene

[Part ① · The Long Journey]

Immortals' Feather Lord turned into a puddle of meat paste.

Bu Liuxing hugged BOSS and slowly walked towards the cave exit.

His heart was filled with so many questions, so many incredible mysteries—

—But none of that mattered anymore, he was no longer obsessed, no longer desperately trying to get to the bottom of it all.

"I..."

"I..."

Ever since he left the ship and landed, he had encountered powerful enemies time and again. He had barely slept a good night's sleep, with no time to catch his breath. Gloria was like a whetstone, almost driving Bu Liuxing to the brink of mental collapse.

He won again and again, and lost again and again.

He was deliriously ecstatic when he won, and heartbroken when he lost.

Some fought with all their might to live, some were better off dead than alive, and some simply went with the wind.

He was so exhausted he could barely speak. At the moment the powerful enemy perished—just like Gloria, who was waiting by the water for General of Tears to break through the cave's fork and struggle out of the dark, lightless underwater vortex—this loneliness and desolation had almost driven him mad.

"Don't worry, I'm with you." The good cat, holding its oxygen mask, looked lazy and listless when it saw the sunlight—it was too far from its physical body, shut in a candy cage for five whole days.

The taut string in his heart snapped. There were no more formidable enemies to fear, no oppressive, manic creative pressure, no bone-chilling killing intent. Similarly—the passionate, cheerful clapper urging him to battle had also vanished from