HISD Chapter 34: The High Schooler Who Was "Invaded"
Reality.
The people of Tianhe City had not yet recovered from the earthquake caused by the alien ship's crash when three crimson beams of destructive energy burst from the high school campus. They shot upward like the prongs of a trident, piercing through the alien vessel above, then continued into the sky, tearing through the heavens until they vanished into the endless black void of the cosmos.
That day, anyone in Tianhe City—or even across the entire autonomous prefecture—only had to look up to see those three blood-red beams, as though destruction itself had split heaven and earth.
Closer to the school, the scene was even more shocking.
From within the alien ship's U-shaped prow, where the beams originated, a golden-red ball of lightning exploded outward.
It swelled at terrifying speed, forcing the ship apart from the inside, disintegrating metal, soil—everything it touched.
Combined with the three blood-red beams shooting skyward, the spectacle was more dazzling than fireworks, more terrifying than a missile strike. The image was seared into the minds of every surviving student and every responder outside.
They knew they would never forget what they had witnessed.
It felt like a god's power had torn through fantasy and arrived in reality, leaving them trembling, fearful, yet filled with awe.
Thankfully, the ball of lightning did not expand endlessly. It stopped just after shattering the ship's head, its edge brushing the school building before fading away. Ash drifted like gray snow.
By then, the area around the school had been cordoned off with barriers and fencing. Armed troops arrived in military vehicles to secure the scene, accompanied by teams in white hazmat suits—medical staff and viral containment units.
"My uncle's with the prefecture's military command. I just escaped from inside—I have urgent intel to report…"
As one of the first survivors to make it out, Pan Hu rushed to relay what he knew to an officer on-site. He described the xenomorphs and facehuggers in detail—though he omitted the fact that the information had come from Yi Meng.
The officer's already grim expression grew darker. "Son, what you've reported is extremely important. We will treat it with the highest priority and respond accordingly."
"But for now, you can't go home. You'll be quarantined at a nearby hospital for a full exam and twenty-four hours of observation."
"I accept the Federation's arrangements," Pan Hu replied firmly. Still, his gaze drifted toward the ruined school, its remains fused with the shattered alien vessel. The crimson beams were gone, the lightning sphere had vanished, yet the scorched sky and the deep crater left behind proved it all had been real.
"Boss, please be safe…" he prayed silently.
Nearby, Bai Xiaolu's face was lined with worry, though her eyes filled with admiration when she looked to the girl beside her. Dream Tifa stood calm and elegant, her chin slightly raised, still the perfect image of a noble heiress even after surviving hell itself.
But no one noticed the girl's clenched fists, nails digging so deep into her palms they nearly drew blood.
"You better not break your promise again," she whispered.
…
That night.
The story of a "large aircraft crash" at Tianhe High dominated the news across the Star Dragon Federation.
Reports said the incident destroyed an entire campus, disrupted the exams of over a thousand students, and left more than five hundred dead—students, proctors, agents, and parents among them. Another thousand survivors were injured and under medical care.
The news spread quickly, sending shockwaves throughout the Federation.
Yet if the public ever learned the truth—that it hadn't been an aircraft but an alien ship from another civilization, carrying non-human monsters—the panic would far surpass mere debate and worry.
…
Tianhe City. Supernatural Department.
Inside the highest-level quarantine chamber.
A boy lay unconscious on a mobile hospital bed, naked beneath a white sheet. His face, twisted faintly with pain, was covered by an oxygen mask.
His hair, once a bright silver, had dulled to white, as though his life were burning out. His breathing was shallow.
Ssshh—
Steam hissed from the oxygen mask and sheets.
"My god, his body temperature is over fifty degrees Celsius!" one medic gasped at the thermometer, nearly off the scale.
"Impossible! At that heat, his organs should be cooked!" another exclaimed, preparing an injection. But as the needle touched the boy's overheated skin, a layer of gray-white bony plating rippled across his arm.
The needle bent instantly, unable to pierce him.
It wasn't like puncturing flesh—it was like stabbing metal, harder than steel.
The medical team froze, stunned.
Outside the glass observation window, a middle-aged inspector barked, "Pull everyone out. Cease treatment immediately."
"But—" a young female agent started.
"No buts!" the inspector snapped. "This boy was the only human found inside the lightning sphere's blast radius. If he had died, it would make sense. But since he's alive, he's no longer just human. Conventional medicine won't help."
"Yes, sir!"
Minutes later, the staff withdrew, leaving the unconscious boy alone, heat still radiating off his body.
"I know him," the young female agent said quietly, eyes fixed on the silver-haired figure. "His name is Yi Meng. He came here last week for an invasion screening."
She handed the inspector a tablet. He scrolled through Yi Meng's file, noting that his invasion level had just been raised from G to D—requiring protective gear for contact, access restricted, classified as an Invasive Creation of unknown danger.
The latest record read: "Only human survivor within alien ship crash and lightning sphere impact zone."
The inspector added a new note: "Exhibits non-human temperature and dermal hardness."
"What do we do now?" the female agent asked. "The alien ship's aftermath already demands all our manpower."
"I've requested backup from surrounding cities. For him, follow protocol—submit a request to HQ to summon Dragon Maiden for invasive screening."
The inspector's gaze sharpened on the boy. "He must've been infected inside that ship. We need to confirm his invasion level as soon as possible before we can proceed."
After all, Dragon Maiden herself had verified last week that Yi Meng showed no signs of infection.
That meant this could only be a new, secondary invasion.
…
Meanwhile, in his dream.
Yi Meng's consciousness stirred. He found himself adrift in the vastness of space.
A small pod was flying toward Earth, its engines trailing faint flames.
Clinging to it was a three-meter-tall gray, spiked monster. It gripped the pod awkwardly, the sight almost comical. But Yi Meng couldn't laugh.
"This… is Doomsday?"
"So this is me—another incarnation in another dream?"
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