The ship spent three days at sea before swiftly reaching its destination. Thankfully, it was a Club product, or it would have been swallowed by the raging waves long ago.
Antarctica was now in its polar night. Around noon, a faint "nautical twilight" appeared, and the weak sunlight tinged the edges of the ice and snow orange or gold, adding a touch of warmth to the dark world.
Xie De put on the thermal clothing made by the Club and followed Hu Songlin onto the Antarctic continent for the first time. The snow lay thick on the ground. Through their specially made goggles, they could clearly make out the outlines of things, allowing them to walk easily through the polar night.
Xie De had no interest in joining their expedition, nor could he possibly go with them.
After disembarking, he followed them into the research base the Club had built in Antarctica, had Hu Songlin find him a place to stay, and settled in to wait for the Club's returning ship the next day.
Hu Songlin knew Mr. 39 had his own mission, so he did not insist. He turned and led the Club members into the boundless darkness, beneath an aurora that stretched across the sky like the Milky Way.
Sometimes, Xie De thought the Club had sent Hu Songlin on this mission precisely because of his absolute good luck. Perhaps Hu Songlin really would find an angel's corpse.
The Laboratory, the Club, religion, the Illuminati...
The world was slowly lifting its veil of mystery.
During this time, with nothing else to do, Xie De had also given some thought to why religion's influence had declined.
Of course, he did his thinking while chatting with 455.
"455, there's something I've always wondered about. If angels, demons, and all those