Published: March 2, 2025
In November, Africa was still as hot as a furnace—perhaps because the Soul Laboratory was located near the equator. At least, the first impression it gave Fran was heat.
The second was the stench…
The high temperature fermented the corpses that died on this land, with the pervasive smell of decay and demonic energy as if depicting the recent massacre that had just ended here.
Bacteria bred, and plagues spread, but coincidentally, the organisms that remained on the African continent after experiencing the ravages of three generations of the seed of plague were not afraid of these microscopic creatures, let alone the puppets of the elemental clan.
“Sir, the subordinates of the lord of sequence two have already cleared the landing area for the plane.”
The voice of the personal guard rang in Fran's ears, and he nodded lightly, signaling permission to land.
With a slight tremor, as the cabin door opened, a stronger stench rushed into the aircraft. Fran couldn’t help but wrinkle his nose, then looked towards the tall humanoid life form outside the cabin that sparkled like a diamond.
“Hello, I am Fran, here to meet your… um, should I call you master?”
Fran hesitated, unsure how to address the tall being in relation to Wen Yu, but by accident, the term "master" seemed perfectly fitting.
“The master has been waiting for a long time.”
The mountain puppet learned human etiquette and gave Fran a standard gentleman's bow.
Under the surveillance of the Heavenly Eye System, Fran had already seen a glimpse of the mountain puppet clan through video materials, but upon closer inspection, he still marveled at Wen Yu's current power.
This elemental life form was not what Fran originally imagined, a mechanical puppet that required remote control, but a true being with an independent personality and thought. In Fran's eyes, life had no class distinction.
Wen Yu, relying solely on his own strength, had shaped a complete clan in a short time. Such means were comparable to the creation of the world described in the Bible.
Wen Yu was strong. When Lin Haifeng first met Wen Yu, Wen Yu was already strong, yet Lin Haifeng did not expect that an individual could truly surpass a group. The truth of the reborn person hidden beneath the surface had turned Lin Haifeng's past ambitions into nothing.
Even now, a pattern had emerged in which two super strong beings (the reborn people) decided everything.
Fran could not have imagined it, yet that was the reality.
Though he did not know how strong Wen Yu was now, it was evident that Wen Yu had the capital to fall out with anyone at this moment…
And this was exactly what Fran worried about the most—once the two great mountains of the human race collided, the consequences might not even be enough to be described as earth-shattering!
He recalled the primary task Lin Haifeng had given him before leaving when two barks suddenly reached his ears.
“Hey, Old Man Fran, what good stuff have you brought this time?”
The teasing tone concealed a certain familiarity — when Wen Yu was in Beijing, he had some acquaintance with Fran. Accordingly, the spirit pets such as the one-eyed creature were not strangers to Fran either.
After leaving the Heavenly Palace, Fran was responsible for Wen Yu's transactions with the military, so the spirit pets gave Fran a friendly nickname: Santa Claus.
In the distance, a massive beast twenty meters high stepped on the demonic creature corpses that had turned into sludge, swaying leisurely towards them, its dark purple blood exuding an indescribable stench. At this moment, the one-eyed creature seemed as if it had just been fished out of a cesspool, which was hard to endure…
Seeing the large dog jumping towards him, Fran quickly waved to the one-eyed creature: “There’s a task, we’ll chat next time.”
“Humph…”
The one-eyed creature disdainfully glanced at Fran, then flicked its tail and turned to head towards the next feeding location. Looking at the faintly shimmering gray-black scales and the thick tail wrapped in bony structures, Fran's eyelid twitched.