The modern world is like a sieve (6): 

What is a vaccine? It is a tool that allows the human body to learn about a virus in advance, adding an extra “file” into one’s genes that records “what we should do if we encounter this virus in the future,” so the body can prepare its defenses beforehand.

Everyone knows the importance of vaccines. As long as humanity continues research in this field, sooner or later vaccines against AIDS and many other diseases will be developed, ensuring a safer life in this world.

But what if, right now, there was someone who was “born” immune to many diseases, standing right in front of them?

What if antibodies could be extracted from his body to obtain genetic data capable of eliminating viruses as troublesome as AIDS?

Zhou Song did not understand much about this knowledge, only possessing the most basic concepts. He did not know whether the idea that suddenly flashed through his mind was really possible, but he clearly knew that if humanity could study Siqi’s body data, they would surely make enormous progress in fighting diseases…

He just didn’t know if Siqi was willing to cooperate.

Thinking this way, Zhou Song found Siqi, who was sitting at his workstation receiving snacks from colleagues, and tactfully brought up the matter.

He thought it was just a normal inquiry, that even if Siqi refused, nothing serious would happen.

But to his shock, the Immortal Lord before him, whose demeanor had always been gentle, suddenly became extremely cold. The warm, relaxed expression in his brows and eyes turned into one of deep indifference. That ice-cold, disgust-filled gaze scared Zhou Song so much that he thought Siqi was about to turn against them on the spot. His mind kept circling back to the letters that had described Siqi, and to all the times he had wondered, “If the future really becomes as the letters say, what reason could make such a mild-mannered cultivator sever ties with us?”

In that instant, Zhou Song suddenly understood: Siqi was very resistant—no, very wary—of humans studying these outsiders. Perhaps, in that future described in the letters, Siqi’s bottom line had been crossed by their actions, and that was why he had resolutely decided to leave…

The more Zhou Song thought about it, the more regret he felt, desperately wanting to fix the situation.

But before he could quickly explain, telling Siqi that they would never force him, nor would they ever conduct experiments on his body against his will—that everything was a misunderstanding—Siqi’s brows relaxed. He raised his hand, pinched a sign with his fingers, then, after some unknown calculation, his expression returned to calm gentleness.

Zhou Song, nearly scared to death just now: “……”

He swallowed with difficulty and said to Siqi, “I’m sorry, I was too impatient and spoke out of turn. Please don’t take it to heart…”

Siqi shook his head, indicating it was fine.

What had happened was that Siqi had suddenly recalled the many movie scenes Han Zhen had once shown the original host, and thought they were planning to do something excessive to him, which was why he revealed such disgust.

But then he remembered that Han Zhen’s words were hardly ever reliable, so he set aside his prejudice and performed a calculation about what would happen next.

The result showed that Huaguo never intended to harm him. The so-called cooperation in experiments only meant taking a small sample of his blood and using some instruments to measure related data from his body. From beginning to end, their attitude was exceptionally respectful. Even drawing a single vial of his blood made them look terribly embarrassed. It was nothing at all like so-called human experimentation.

So he readily agreed: “As long as I can help everyone, I’m willing to cooperate with your research.”

Having just been frightened by Siqi earlier, Zhou Song was still shaken. Hearing Siqi’s considerate words now moved him beyond words, and he wanted nothing more than to grasp Siqi’s hand and thank him for his great contribution to the people of Huaguo.

In this way, the guests from another world all became treasured figures of the national research institutes. Not only extraordinary beings like Siqi, the wood spirit, but even Emperor Zhou was invited for medical checkups and studies.

It was said that experts could use his body data to compare with humanity’s thousands of years of evolution. They considered this an immensely valuable set of research materials, capable of aiding scientific studies in many fields.

Siqi found the matter fascinating and developed a great interest in Huaguo’s “scientific research.” With his extraordinary memory, he learned Huaguo’s written language in three days, and within a month he had roughly mastered the knowledge base of a university student. Whenever he had free time, he would go to the institute to observe.

Everyone at the institute warmly welcomed him, especially when they learned that Siqi was the one who had provided the “divine blood”—with vitality and physical strength millions of times greater than a human’s, truly beyond the human species, a genuine “immortal.” Their gazes toward him became almost fanatical.

Unlike in movies, where people encountering such a special being would want to dissect them to obtain the path to transcendent power, real-life scientists, rather than seeking superhuman powers, were more eager to gather comparative data between such beings and humans, to find ways to help more people live free of disease.

Isn’t the peace and longevity of billions more valuable than enhancing the strength of a single individual?

Even if someone could gain superhuman powers from Siqi and become as strong as him, would they really be stronger than rockets and missiles? At least cultivators cannot break through a planet’s atmosphere to reach outer space, while mortal humans have already done so.

Han Zhen’s brainwashing rhetoric was nothing more than self-indulgence. He believed only villains could live longer, and only selfishness was the way to reach the top.

Perhaps he had his reasoning—after all, the cultivation world of the original host was indeed survival of the fittest, where the strong reigned.

But Siqi did not agree with this logic, nor did he want to embrace it.

While Siqi was deeply engrossed in scientific research, unable to pull himself away, Han Zhen went through panic, anger, and confusion, before gradually regaining himself. He shifted his focus from “I must find the alliance leader” to “Am I really reborn? Could it all have been just a dream?”

He spent his days scouring the internet for the latest news, hoping to find traces of other transmigrators.

If he did, and if it was exactly as in his memories, then it would prove that everything in his mind was real. He might even persuade the other party to join the Transmigrators’ Alliance once again.

That way, even if he met Siqi later, Han Zhen believed Siqi would look more favorably upon him for his actions, and he could once again become the alliance’s second-in-command.

Yet, because of the Bureau of Transmigration Management, the country remained calm and stable, without the slightest sign of turmoil.

The trending topic among netizens was that domestic historians had discovered a large trove of new Zhou Dynasty archaeological materials, overturning most of the current historical conclusions and sparking widespread debate (and arguments) within academic circles.

Many scholars quoted classic texts and cited documents to prove their original views were correct, dismissing the new claims as nonsense. They insisted that unless those presenting the new theory provided evidence, they would never accept it.

The authorities’ attitude was particularly ambiguous—on one hand declaring, “Ours is the most orthodox version,” yet on the other not producing even a single ancient manuscript as proof, which infuriated the scholars to no end.

But while the scholars fumed, most bystanders just watched the drama, joking, “Looks like future TV dramas will have to change their scripts again,” while students cried out in pain: “I studied history for so many years, and now you’re telling me the textbooks were wrong? Do I have to memorize everything again? How cruel is that?!”

Onlookers laughed it off, unaware of the unbelievable truth hidden behind that simple piece of news.

Han Zhen, who had no concept of “helping Huaguo through transmigrators to strengthen the motherland,” also dismissed it with disdain after a glance.

The world was entering a new era—who still cared about those outdated scraps of history buried in the dirt?

Ancestors? Lessons from history? Han Zhen cared nothing for them.

Scrolling further, Han Zhen found another piece of news: the National Agricultural Institute had achieved a major breakthrough.

Countless netizens flooded the institute’s account with praise, lauding these scientists who fed the entire country and celebrating another great contribution to Huaguo. The overwhelmingly positive atmosphere made Han Zhen curl his lips in dissatisfaction. He typed on the keyboard: “Scientific research is their job. What does it have to do with you? Is food free now, or is the state handing out rice? If the country can grow more grain, it just means they can profit more from us. Even the research funds come from our pockets. You’re all suckers, being sold out and still helping count the money.”

This comment quickly angered surrounding netizens, who replied: “It’s because the country is so capable that freeloaders like you can sit around all day.”

“If the nation wasn’t strong, where would you get the chance to be a keyboard warrior here?”

“Wow, so the government has to conduct research with its own ability and then give all the results to the people for free too? How shameless can you be?”

“These brainwashed idiots!” Han Zhen sneered, ignoring what he saw as the ignorant rabble. Shaking his head in supposed pity, he closed the page and kept browsing for more news.

Among them, a video tucked away in a corner with little attention caught his eye.

In the video, a figure resembling a demon from mythology appeared on the streets of Country M. Several bodies, blurred out, lay at its feet as police engaged it in fierce gunfire.

Huaguo netizens reacted calmly, commenting things like: “Foreign countries are really chaotic,” “Why does it feel like they always have these psychopaths lashing out at society,” “Another street brawl, unbelievable,” “Our Huaguo is still the best.”

No one regarded the demon-like figure as an otherworldly invader. Normal people wouldn’t think that way.

Only a few sharp-eyed viewers noticed that after the footage ended—when the police finally subdued the demon and took it away—there were no follow-up reports at all. Videos online were slowly being deleted, erased, and the topic was never mentioned again.

The only reason this video circulated in Huaguo was because someone had reposted it from foreign websites, slipping past Country M’s special departments who had overlooked it. That was how domestic netizens got to see it.

But since Country M frequently had protests, demonstrations, and strange incidents of people in odd costumes wreaking havoc on the streets, most Chinese people thought this was just another case, and didn’t take it seriously.

Except Han Zhen.

He recognized instantly that this was the being who would soon become infamous worldwide, feared by countless as the “Demon of Destruction.” Overcome with excitement, he leapt up from the sofa.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!”

His face flushed, fists clenched, Han Zhen punched the air several times in exhilaration.

“I really wasn’t dreaming! Everything was real!!”

The demon had appeared—the otherworldly being who would bring change to Blue Star. His time to rise to fame had finally arrived!

Grabbing his phone, Han Zhen frantically typed online: “That is a demon!!! The M Nation government, after capturing it, realized its abnormality and tried to subject it to cruel experiments!”

“Soon, the whole of M Nation will be shrouded in the demon’s shadow! Hell is about to descend on M Nation!”

After posting this, the thrill of having “predicted the future,” of knowing what no one else knew, filled him with such superiority that every cell in his body trembled with ecstasy.

Even when mocked as a “cringe-ridden teenager,” he didn’t care. He knew that once people looked back and realized the demon in that video was the same creature now slaughtering across M Nation, they would be awestruck by his foresight, leaving countless comments of admiration beneath his post.

Imagining that scene in his mind, Han Zhan proudly curled up the corners of his mouth. Suddenly, he remembered that where there were demons, there would also be angels, and it just so happened that angels had appeared in Huaguo.

It seemed… it was about this time, wasn’t it?

Han Zhan carefully recalled.

In his previous life, after meeting Si Qi, about a month later, a terrorist killing incident took place on a commercial street in X Province.

This so-called terrorist was actually an angel. The authorities rushed to the scene immediately after receiving the report and fought against the angel. Some fearless netizens even livestreamed the scene, which became the first time Huaguo formally realized the existence of beings from another world, with the public witnessing them with their own eyes.

Although the angel was strong at the time, the Huaguo authorities were by no means weak. At the cost of several soldiers’ lives, they almost captured the angel.

However, because of the livestream, Han Zhan discovered the second “visitor from another world” and immediately told Si Qi about it.

The footage of humans suppressing the angel perfectly supported Han Zhan’s claim that “humans do not welcome beings from other worlds,” which made Si Qi cautious. Han Zhan advised Si Qi to take the opportunity to win over the angel to prepare for the future oppression from the Huaguo authorities.

Si Qi agreed with his suggestion, set up a small teleportation array on the spot, instantly traveled to X Province, and secretly helped the angel crush those fearless soldiers, allowing the angel to escape smoothly.

All of Huaguo witnessed the angel defeating hundreds of soldiers singlehandedly, and furious netizens cursed online. Some cursed the angel, others cursed the government, shouting, “If the angel came to my house and killed me, would you also be this powerless?” The reaction was extremely negative, leaving people with deep fear and rejection toward beings from another world.

The angel, a rather simple-minded fellow, had nearly been captured by humans and was saved at the critical moment by Si Qi. He already knew who was good and who was bad. Later, under Han Zhan’s persuasion, he came to believe that humans were a faithless, morally corrupt race, and decisively joined the Transmigrators’ Alliance, becoming the second member.

Han Zhan couldn’t quite remember the exact date of the angel’s appearance, but it should be around these days. He decided to head to the scene early, find the winged angel, and win him over.

Otherwise, without Si Qi around this time, Han Zhan had no idea how to save the angel from the Huaguo authorities. It was better to make contact before the battle even broke out.

With that in mind, Han Zhan quickly packed his things and bought a plane ticket online.

Meanwhile, elsewhere.

Because of the letter, the authorities already knew there would be a killing incident caused by a great angel in the country, and the time and place were clearly stated.

Zhou Song told Chu Feng about this, hoping Chu Feng could handle the matter properly and keep the news under wraps, striving to prevent any casualties and capture the angel directly.

Without Si Qi, such a request might have been unrealistic. But since Si Qi was around, wasn’t catching an angel about as easy as catching a swan?

Chu Feng ignored Zhou Song’s hint.

Recently, Si Qi was obsessed with observing the research institute’s studies, and unless something major happened, he usually wouldn’t show up at the Bureau.

Chu Feng planned to resolve it with just his team.

Zhou Song disagreed. “This angel isn’t like the transmigrators you’ve caught before. He harbors extreme hostility toward humans, and his appearance is drastically different from humans. How could you possibly complete the mission with just your few people?”

An angel walking in the world would naturally draw huge attention from bystanders. How could they peacefully capture an angel under such attention without alarming the public? Other than having Si Qi overwhelm him with force and quietly subdue him in advance, what other method could there be?

Chu Feng replied calmly, “Of course I have my own way.”

Seeing how indifferent Chu Feng was, Zhou Song grew both anxious and helpless.

He had mentioned Chu Feng many times before the Great Elder. For some reason, the Great Elder trusted Chu Feng immensely and handed everything over to him. Zhou Song felt depressed but did not dare to oppose the higher-ups’ arrangement.

So, he would just have to wait and see what method Chu Feng had.

June 8, Sunday.

Han Zhan waited early in a second-floor café on the commercial street, overlooking the street below.

The livestreamer from before had filmed the angel’s descent from this very spot. That meant the angel was destined to appear nearby, and this place would surely be safe from the battle.

As he thought, Han Zhan’s gaze swept across the street below and landed on a girl with pink hair passing by. His eyes couldn’t help but follow her.

She wore an unusual outfit: a large bow tied at the back of her head, a wide, fluffy skirt resembling an evening gown, and silver diamond-studded princess shoes. With every step, she struck a pose, waving cheerfully to the people around her.

Han Zhan couldn’t help but wonder if she was mentally unwell. The next moment, he saw a young man with a bright blue flashy wig, an exaggerated dark uniform, and a long katana strapped to his waist walking beside the pink-haired girl.

Apparently full of self-confidence, the flashy youth mimicked the girl, stopping every few steps, striking strange poses, and loudly shouting incomprehensible slogans.

Han Zhan: “……”

If not for his broad experience with bizarre creatures from other worlds, Han Zhan might truly have been baffled by their antics and pulled out his phone to take pictures and share them online as a joke.

Others nearby were already doing so.

But unlike Han Zhan’s speechlessness, two girls taking photos exclaimed with delight, “Oh my god, it’s Sophia and Los from Legend of the Deities!!”

“What a high-quality cosplay, it’s so accurate!!”

Han Zhan froze, then realized that the oddly dressed pair were cosplaying. Their outfits and even makeup mimicked characters from an anime.

No wonder he had felt the pink-haired girl looked familiar—he had seen her image online before and remembered it.

The confused passersby slowly learned the reason from others who recognized the anime, and they chuckled.

At first, they thought the pair looked ridiculous, like lunatics. Now they understood.

Sure enough, a few young men carrying cameras soon approached them and began filming.

The pair’s pauses, strange poses, and shouted slogans now made sense—they were reenacting a scene from the anime.

Soon, more and more cosplayers walked onto the commercial street and gathered together. Their bizarre costumes stood out, with their hair colors alone forming countless rainbows, making the scene lively and fun.

The crowd smiled and took photos from the sidelines. An invisible barrier of etiquette prevented bystanders from intruding into the cosplayers’ shots.

The cosplayers seemed to have put in great effort—their costumes and props were detailed and precise. For instance, a magic staff shooting flames, or a giant armored war tank, looked almost real.

Han Zhan, detached from the scene, overlooked everything with his mind occupied only by the great angel.

Perhaps his thoughts really worked, because the next second, the figure from his memory appeared before him.

A man nearly two meters tall walked out from an alley onto the street.

Behind him stretched six pairs of flawless white wings, spreading loosely in the air as he walked.

His snowy robe shimmered faintly with starlight, tied casually at the waist with a green vine.

Golden hair flowed down to his waist like the smoothest silk.

His handsome face was godlike, leaving all who saw him breathless.

His azure eyes resembled a tranquil lake, serene yet icy cold.

As he passed through the crowd, countless bystanders instinctively made way for him. Many more reflexively raised their phones to take pictures, their faces full of awe, their mouths letting out unconscious exclamations.

The cosplayers on the street naturally clustered toward the great angel, seamlessly surrounding him in their colorful group, escorting him along the commercial street toward the exit, completely blocking the view of the onlookers.