8: Is this supposed to be mosquito repellent?

"Pshhh—"

A soft sound, like opening a bottle of chilled soda.

Under the horrified, angry, disdainful, and even slightly pitying gazes of everyone, Chen Xi unhesitatingly pressed the nozzle of that cartoon spray bottle.

A fine, white mist sprayed out from that ridiculous nozzle.

It didn't scatter as expected, but instead, as if guided by an invisible hand, it precisely and gently covered the bloody abdominal wound on Nickname's body, where the internal organs could be seen slightly twitching.

A fresh, minty coolness instantly diffused through the air.

This scent formed a sharp, absurd contrast with the surrounding thick, nauseating smell of blood, sweat, and decay.

Time seemed to stretch infinitely at this moment.

Veins bulged on the hand Shangguan Zhibiao used to grip his gun. His index finger was already resting on the trigger; if Chen Xi made any suspicious move or if Nickname's condition worsened in the slightest, he wouldn't hesitate to shoot this arrogant fraud dead on the spot.

The middle-aged Military Doctor had already closed his eyes, unable to watch any longer. In his view, this was no longer treatment but a desecration—a final, clownish insult to life.

The two Soldiers guarding Chen Xi were flushed with embarrassment, feeling as though they had become accomplices in this farce.

In the livestream room, the scrolling comments fell into an eerie standstill.

Everyone held their breath, eyes wide, wanting to see what kind of trick this crazy streamer could possibly pull off.

Then, a miracle occurred.

On everyone's retinas, and through the first-person perspective of the millions of viewers in the livestream...

The moment the white mist covered the bloody wound, the blood that had been gurgling out seemed to have its pause button pressed.

It stopped instantly!

Immediately after, an even more incredible scene unfolded.

The mangled, hideous flesh seemed to take on a life of its own, beginning to slowly contract and wriggle inward at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The severed muscle fibers, blood vessels, and nerves acted like countless tiny red spirit snakes, frantically seeking, connecting, and fusing with one another.

Even the section of intestine that had been exposed to the air and had begun to lose its vitality, turning a dull grey, was gently and slowly lifted by an invisible force and sent back into the abdominal cavity where it belonged.

The entire process was silent.

Yet it carried a world-creating shock that made one's scalp tingle!

In just five or six short seconds...

The terrifying, bowl-sized hole that should have killed anyone on the spot had completely closed up.

New, pink skin tissue grew and covered the area rapidly, until finally, only a faint, nearly invisible scar remained where the wound had been.

It was as if he had never been injured.

As if the scene of blood everywhere and spilled guts from moments ago was just a ridiculous collective hallucination.

"Ugh..."

A weak groan of comfort came from the stretcher.

The young Soldier named Nickname slowly opened his eyes.

His pupils, which had been dilated due to excessive blood loss, regained their focus. His gaze held a hint of blankness and confusion.

"I... where am I?"

He shifted slightly, seemingly wanting to sit up.

"Mother... I'm not cold anymore... it's actually quite cool..."

*Thud.*

The middle-aged Military Doctor, who had been standing by muttering about "sorcery," felt his legs go weak and slumped to the ground.

His eyes were wide as saucers, staring fixedly at Nickname's abdomen, which was now as smooth as before. His lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a single word.

He had practiced medicine for half his life; the people he'd saved and the wounds he'd seen were more than the grains of rice most people had eaten.

But the scene before him had completely destroyed a lifetime of medical common sense.

This wasn't medicine.

This wasn't science.

This was the method of an immortal! It was as if a name had been forcibly struck from the Book of Life and Death by the King of Hell!

*Gulp.*

Shangguan Zhibiao swallowed hard.

On his face, blackened by gunpowder smoke, his expression shifted from shock to horror, then to wild joy, and finally settled into a state of near-fanatical worship.

The Browning Pistol in his hand had lowered at some point, its muzzle pointing feebly at the ground.

He looked at Chen Xi with a gaze that no longer held a shred of doubt or scrutiny.

It was the look of a mortal gazing upon a god.

Awe, fanaticism, and a hint of heartfelt fear.

The Soldiers behind him reacted even more directly.

*Thud! Thud!*

Several Soldiers couldn't even hold their guns steady, letting them drop to the ground. Their knees buckled as they knelt before Chen Xi, kowtowing while shouting incoherently.

—

"An immortal! An immortal has descended to earth!"

"A living Bodhisattva! The living Bodhisattva has manifested!"

After a deathly silence in the corner of the warehouse, a heaven-shaking clamor erupted.

The wounded Soldiers who had been groaning in pain struggled to lift their heads and look over; in their eyes, the flame called "hope" was rekindled.

Meanwhile, in the livestream room of 2026...

After a full ten seconds of absolute silence without a single comment...

An unprecedented tsunami of comments exploded with a terrifying force capable of crashing the servers instantly!

[HOLY SH*T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

[What just happened?! Can someone tell me what the f*ck just happened?!]

[Record it! Where's the screen recording! I'm going to watch this ten thousand times! That flesh grew back on its own! It grew back on its own!]

[This is f*cking mosquito repellent? You call this mosquito repellent?! This is f*cking God's bathwater!]

[Fake! It has to be fake! This is definitely CG! I'm calling it now—if this isn't CG, I'll livestream myself doing a handstand while taking a sh*t!]

[Brother upstairs, start the stream, I'll gift you rockets! If this is CG, I'll scatter my ancestors' ashes!]

[Nanobots! Definitely medical nanobots! I've read about this in sci-fi! That spray bottle is just a cover; inside are billions of nanobots performing cellular-level repair!]

[Master Xi! Master Xi, are you even human?! Did you travel back from the future?!]

[A game? Does anyone still f*cking think this is a game? This is clearly a time-travel documentary!]

Chen Xi ignored the gazes around him that treated him like a god, nor did he look at the completely crazed comments in the livestream.

He just looked at the spray bottle that displayed [Contribution Points -100] in his eyes, his heart filled with a thousand complaints.

The system's warped sense of humor was truly unparalleled.

A high-tech miracle drug capable of raising the dead and regrowing flesh had to be disguised as a bottle of mosquito repellent.

And it was even the 'Summer Cooling Edition.'

He leaned his head on his hand, feeling his worldview and outlook on life being repeatedly crushed and reshaped in this absurd livestream.

Just then, all the comments in the livestream were forcibly suppressed by an incredibly eye-catching banner with golden special effects.

['Descendant of the Dragon' has sent 100 Super Rockets in your livestream!]

One hundred Super Rockets were equivalent to a donation of two hundred thousand RMB.

In Chen Xi's streaming career, this wasn't much.

But the comment that followed, also with golden effects and occupying the entire screen, made Chen Xi's pupils shrink violently.

The content of that comment was simple, just one sentence.

['Composition unknown, but effective. Streamer, protect yourself and this "sample."']

The tone was cold, devoid of any emotion, as if reading an experimental report.

Especially that last word.

"Sample."

He didn't say "miracle drug," he didn't say "spray," he didn't even say "item."

He said "sample."

This word was like a bucket of ice water poured over Chen Xi's head, which had been slightly feverish from the success of saving someone.

He instantly realized a terrifying fact.

In this livestream room connecting two eras...

Someone, from the very beginning, had never treated this as a game.

They were observing everything happening here from a perspective he couldn't understand—one that was chillingly calm.

And he, along with his "casual props," might just be... experimental samples that needed to be recovered and studied in their eyes.

A chill slowly crawled up Chen Xi's spine.