"Zuan?"

Geno frowned. He hadn't returned to Zuan for at least two months since the poisonous fog incident.

If there was nothing wrong with Zuan, Geno would basically not go there. He almost forgot that he was born in Zuan.

Before, he was seriously ill and did not go to Zuan. He was worried that inhaling haze would worsen the condition. After the evolution day, he was afraid of Zuan's monsters running all over the ground, so he never went to visit him well.

Now Camille asks him to investigate the cause of the alchemy baron's death, and he can tell with his toes that this trip is dangerous! The closer he gets to the truth, the more likely he encounters terrifying monsters or gets involved in gangster fire.

However, Camille's mission cannot be refused, so Geno had to take it.

"You can go to the Glorious Evolutionary Cult to ask for directions to monk Zaveer, but you'd better not pretend, as natives are not welcomed there."

Camille crossed his legs and sat on a solid wood seat, holding the teacup to savor bitterness and sweetness carefully. A leaf of tea floated on the lake like a lonely boat. As long as the teacup is slightly tilted, it can be overturned in a moment.

"I understand." Hearing Camille's reminder, Geno also figured out how to proceed with the first step: get the information first, and then act by the plane.

So he went back to his room to pack up and prepare to set off.

"Are you so anxious? There is always time to have a cup of tea."

"I won't drink anymore, go and come back early, Zuan's night is very dangerous."

Geno rejected Camille's invitation. He didn't like drinking tea, remembering the bitterness and sweetness of life like Camille.

Some people have a special liking for a certain type of food, which is used to relieve depression or boredom. For example, Camille likes to drink tea, Caitlin likes to coffee, Nicole likes to cheese cake, Grayfos likes to smoke cigars, and Kergmo is not picky about food.

Geno doesn't have food that he particularly likes. As for why he doesn't walk around deep in Zuan at night, it's because Dr. Mondo will put on a white coat after nightfall to "treat the disease and save people". Werewolf awakens and longs for sweet fresh blood. Malaria and gunfire will take innocent lives before dawn comes.

In fact, there is no need to bring anything, a tool knife, enough gold coins, a communicator, and then change into ordinary clothes. Geno slipped away purely because he was uncomfortable after staying with Camill for a long time.

In the black market on Zuan's back street, you can buy prohibited weapons with things that Piltwolf does not have, for experiments, etc.

The first episode of Glorious Evolution is on the edge of Piltwolf, the border market, not far from the Student Union Apartment, and the church is an old house located on the edge of a cliff.

Passing the Canyon Bridge and reaching the other side of the border market, the stench from the city below overshadows the sweetness of barbecue and cakes.

The haze in Zuan rose like a tide, overwhelmed people's knees and deposited on the awning covered with coal ash, leaving behind a pool of cloud-like sludge.

"I should have a breathing mask," Geno said to himself.

Regarding Zuan haze, this stubborn legacy that does not restrict the development of technology has always been a haze that Zuan cannot erase. It covers the sky and makes the dungeon, which is already lacking in sunlight, dark and day and night.

No one has a good solution to this phenomenon unless Zuan gives up on development. He can only rely on Gana to disperse it once every other week to keep the concentration of haze not exceeding a certain level.

And now is the day before Rigana's action every week, and the most intense moment of the haze has touched Piltwolf.

An old house stands alone on the cliff. It is a large mansion with the walls covered with coal ash-like sludge. It has been disrepaired. Some of the structures are built outside the cliff and hung in the air, looking crumbling.

Entering from the entrance of the old house is a dim doorman with an iron net as a partition, behind which is the main hall of the house.

Several clusters of orange-yellow warm lamps illuminated the crowd in the hall through the diamond grid welded metal. About fifty people gathered in a circle, murmured in a low voice, as if a magnificent machine was breathing under their feet.

They were covered in dark velvet cloth, covering the still fleshy part, with metal arms and reinforced legs exposed outside, reflecting a warm light.

Obviously these people are formal members of the Glorious Evolutionary Order, and only normal members will cover most of their bodies with brown cloth and deliberately expose their mechanical structures.

Here, high-difficulty enhanced surgery combines more practical functions.

In the middle of the crowd was a young woman, her mechanical joint arms pointing to a man with a smooth metal chin.

"The body is nothingness, and flesh and blood are fragility." She said to the man.

"The machine leads us," the crowd responded, and his voice slowly echoed in the air: "The future is evolution."

The man with an iron chin should be the new believer who has just been preparing to join the church, while the woman is a priest who is leading the ritual of the newcomers to enter the church.

"Are you here to witness the ceremony?" A sound of air flow rang out not far from Geno. He turned his head and followed the source of the sound a bald head.

He had no neck. To be precise, his neck was replaced by a mechanical device. It was his throat filter device. Water vapor passed through the filter tube and made a gurgling sound of air flow.

He lowered his bald head, the breathing valve on his mouth even pressed against his sternum, and lit the votive lamp in the corner of the altar in the chapel.

"Monster, I'm here for news." Geno deliberately only clasped his shirt on the bottom button, revealing his smooth chest and a cool metal heart.

On the frosted glass, Geno saw a solemn image with cold lead hooked out of his body and was staring at him, Mrs. Grey, the Holy Spirit of the Glorious Evolution Church. The blurred pane emitted light, and was illuminated by the arc lights outside. Geno added:

"Mrs. Grey asked me to come." Geno approached the altar and heard the squeaking sound of the plague rat.

There were some jars containing organs in the room, with eyeballs floating inside, like vinegar-pickled eggs, bundles of tribute wrapped in linen gauze, some neat, some shiny, chaotic, revealing yellowed nails and a piece of fingers covered with calloused skin.

These are the physical tissues that the members of the Order have always dedicated to the Mechanical God on the Day of Evolution, in this way, and pray that the strengthening body of their bodies will continue to operate accurately.

"You meditate first, then ask questions."

Monk Zavel turned his head to look at Geno, and a pair of lenses covered his eyes, just like the eyeballs stored in jars. But the difference is that his eyeballs are very flexible, and they rotate quickly after the lenses. After being enlarged by the lenses, any details of the eyeballs can be clearly seen: blood on the whites of the eyes and chaos in the pupils.

This look is a bit terrifying, but it is normal in the Glorious Evolution Cult.
Chapter completed!