At this moment, William Clark didn’t dare to be careless. He immediately took a bullet from the magazine and, imitating what he had seen in TV dramas and movies, carefully pressed a piece of gravel against the cartridge’s extraction groove.

Then, using force, he pried open the base, exposing the gunpowder inside the bullet.

And then William Clark was stunned.

After opening the bullet, the gunpowder that poured out quickly turned into gravel before William Clark’s eyes. That’s right, it was just like the crushed stones and sand scattered all over the ground. And William Clark could swear this was a transformation.

The moment it was poured out, it was still gunpowder, but as he watched, it turned into gravel.

The bullet was useless!

Hot weapons had been forbidden!

This afterlife world finally revealed its bizarre side to William Clark.

A bizarreness and absurdity beyond science!

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 7: Colorless Light Particles

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The handgun he found was useless, which made William Clark very frustrated.

However, he didn’t throw the handgun away. Whether for psychological comfort or some other reason, William Clark carefully placed the handgun into the inner pocket of his clothes.

The exploration continued. After seeing two remains, William Clark slowed his pace even more.

Gradually, William Clark began to feel unbearably hungry and thirsty.

When he crossed back for the second time at the sixteen-hour mark—both times when he instinctively wanted to drink water—he already felt hunger and thirst. Back then, he could still endure it, but by the time he explored down to the ground floor of the building, he had already wanted to drink water four times. That meant he had been here for thirty-two hours.

Although William Clark found it strange—this was the afterlife, he had become a soul, so why would he still feel hunger and thirst?—that didn’t stop him from feeling unbearably hungry and thirsty now.

For a normal human body, going without water for more than twenty-four hours already puts you in a semi-dehydrated state.

A person can survive for nearly thirty days without food as long as they have water.

But if someone doesn’t drink water, they’ll die of thirst in four to seven days.

William Clark was now in an extremely thirsty and hungry state, but after searching the building for a long time, he couldn’t find any source of water at all. There was no tap water, no other water, and even when he searched the toilet, there wasn’t a single drop.

Besides fresh water, there was no food either.

Unless William Clark resorted to gnawing on corpses—whether human or monster—but that was simply out of the question. Not to mention he would never touch a human corpse, even the monster’s body, which was at least canine in its lower half, was already rotting. Was he supposed to eat carrion?

William Clark was certain he couldn’t find food or fresh water in this abandoned building, but he didn’t dare to leave it either.

Of course, he knew he would have to leave eventually; he couldn’t stay trapped here forever. But before leaving, he had to make enough preparations.

Since the handgun was useless, he needed other weapons and armor.

During these thirty-plus hours of exploration, William Clark also looked for weapons and armor. There really weren’t many options. As for weapons, William Clark found a few broken steel bars. The longest was nearly a meter, about as thick as three fingers together, and the broken end was very sharp—suitable as a stabbing weapon. The only downside was that it was a bit heavy. This was the best weapon William Clark could find in the building for attacking.

As for armor, there was really nothing he could do. William Clark cobbled together some wooden boards from broken, discarded furniture and hung them on his front and back. It was barely wearable, and to be honest, the boards were just psychological comfort. Forget monsters—even an ordinary human could punch right through them.

That was all the weapons and armor William Clark had. In his own words, this gear was just a bit better than a weak chicken, maybe up to the level of a weak duck, but definitely not as strong as a weak goose.

Precisely because of this, William Clark really didn’t dare to leave the building. The outside world was too terrifying. Even though he was determined to make his soul stronger in this afterlife, determination and courting death were two different things.

While William Clark was struggling with whether to leave the building and suffering from hunger and thirst, at this time, on the timeline of his original body, his parents and younger sister were burning joss paper.

This is something people in most regions of Z Country do—burning some joss paper before the family reunion dinner at Spring Festival, both to honor their ancestors and to pray for fewer disasters and more good fortune in the new year.

William Clark’s physical body was lying on the living room sofa, while his parents and sister were on the balcony, burning joss paper in a small brazier. As they burned the paper, the three of them said prayers like “ancestors, come take the paper money,” “ancestors, bless us,” or “hope William Clark wakes up soon,” and so on.