Zugabe Day Becomes Night

Chapter 722: Zugabe ② [Day Becomes Night · Sun and Moon]

Foreword:

Organisms are flesh-and-blood machines created by genes. Life is fleeting, genes are immortal. --Richard Dawkins | The Selfish Gene

[Part ① · Roaring Flames]

Four hours later, in front of a Western-style bar called "Horizon's End Club" in East Horse Port's Huacheng Bay, a cast-iron manhole cover was pushed open by a bloody arm.

A naked, sticky, fleshy body slid out. It seemed to have experienced several strange changes in gravity, appearing as if it had "fallen naturally" from directly below to directly above. As it shot out of the manhole cover, the blood, mud, and flesh fragments on its body bounced into the air with this peculiar gravity, only to be firmly grasped by the Earth.

Wood·Plark had crawled back from Hell once again.

The thermonuclear reaction of the MK-28 airburst hydrogen bomb had not killed him, or rather—he was already dead.

In that strange Spirit Realm, within the area enveloped by the nuclear fireball, no spirit or monster could have survived. Whether they were the Apostle children nurtured by Fret Caesar or Lamastu, all had turned to ash.

Perhaps the wicked siren could reshape her physical body through the power of faith in the material plane. Such legendary monsters, with their profound influence throughout human history, possessed far greater vitality.

But for Wood·Plark, in a mere four hours, he had died over two hundred times.

A gust of demonic wind and evil energy gathered tiny dust particles, forming a flowing stream, condensing water vapor into a fleshy structure of a gene map, and restoring the man to his human form.

Like the chosen of Amon described in the epic of native gods and monsters in Shambhala—he could indeed live. And this material form was even more