From Apocalypse To Entertainment Circle (BL)-Chapter 97: The Truth of Sian’s World and the Origins of Power I

When Sian opened his eyes, he found a broad chest in front of him. For a moment, he was confused, unable to remember what had happened or how he ended up in bed with this stupid bear.

But after a few seconds, the memories came rushing back. It seemed he had suffered another episode. Sian wasn’t ashamed of his condition; he knew very well that his mental state wasn’t entirely stable and that he needed treatment. However, he hated showing his vulnerable side. Didn’t that mean he was just a fragile princess who needed someone to protect him all the time?

Sian had always been someone who relied only on himself. In fact, it was usually him that others depended on for support and protection. Since when did the great Blood Demon need protection?

He sighed quietly, pitying his weak, pitiful self, then looked at the man lying beside him. Lan Qisheng was asleep. It seemed that the foolish bear was exhausted—perhaps from overworking, or from traveling all night to reach Sian without rest.

Sian lifted his hand from under the blanket and gently pushed aside the glossy, black hair that had fallen over Lan Qisheng’s eyes. His hair, which had been short just a few months ago, had grown longer and now reached the tip of his nose when loose. Sian had always liked it that way, but the stubborn bear would constantly comb it back or style it upward, saying it made him look stronger and more intimidating. He insisted that his hair falling over his face made him look childish and unkempt.

Sian stared at him, not sure exactly what he was thinking. Well, maybe he was thinking it would be nice if those sky-blue eyes were open. He had always loved their color.

As if Lan Qisheng could read his thoughts, his eyes slowly opened, and deep blue irises met Sian’s gaze.

And so, the two of them stared at each other silently. But for some reason, the atmosphere felt intimate, as if they were speaking a language only the two of them understood.

With a tender gaze, Lan Qisheng lowered his head, brushing his lips softly against Sian’s closed eyes, a gentle gesture that lingered like a whispered promise.

"Don’t look at me like that," he said, his voice husky and rough. "Or I won’t be able to control myself."

After kissing his eyes, Lan Qisheng kissed every inch of Sian’s face—his cheeks, his nose, his lips—until even his ears weren’t spared from the torment.

"Haha, stop, it tickles—stop! Are you some kind of animal, always in heat, thinking only with your lower half? Get off me, I need to talk to you about something important," Sian said, his voice tinged with annoyance, but it was clear he was in a very good mood. At least he no longer looked like a frightened cat.

Lan Qisheng let out a long, relieved breath.

When Sian finally got up, his clothes and hair were in disarray, all because that puppy kept rubbing himself against him over and over.

After washing his face and straightening himself up, Sian heard a knock at the door. Jiao Liangchen entered, and Sian had no idea where he had been all this time. But it was good he was here now; he needed to hear this too.

"You came at the right time," Sian said as he walked to the bedside table and picked up his hair tie. "Sit down. There’s something I need to tell you both." As he finished speaking, he tied his silky white hair into a high, beautiful ponytail.

He took a chair and sat down, while Lan Qisheng remained on the bed. Jiao Liangchen, however, stayed standing and leaned against the wall, looking at Sian with concerned eyes.

Sian noticed and chuckled. "Why do you look at me like that? I didn’t die, it was just another episode. I go through this all the time, so don’t feel guilty."

Lan Qisheng didn’t like how Jiao Liangchen interacted with his lover, even after knowing the man’s profession and their supposed brotherhood in arms for the homeland’s protection.

He didn’t like the way Jiao Liangchen looked at Sian, as if Sian meant so much to him. Hadn’t they only known each other for two days? Why had this fool developed feelings for his lover so quickly?

It seemed someone had forgotten that he had fallen for Sian at first sight and, by the second, had sworn to give his life to him. What a ridiculous world.

"Sian, what did you want to tell us?" Lan Qisheng spoke quickly, trying to draw Sian’s attention or at least shift his golden laughing eyes away from that annoying man.

The smile faded from Sian’s face, and he looked at the two men in turn before letting out a deep sigh and finally speaking.

He had thought this through carefully. He wasn’t foolish enough to reveal his past—that he came from another world. They wouldn’t believe him anyway. Even he could barely believe it himself, and he didn’t want to tell them. But he did need to share some information about the Silent Killer and his power. If that man truly had such strength... and if there were supernatural abilities in this world, then things were far more dangerous than any of them had realized.

In his world, not all humans possessed superpowers. The gods did not bestow abilities upon chosen individuals as they did in fantasy novels. Instead, years of human and non-human experiments took place in numerous secret laboratories.

At first, scientists attempted to merge animal traits with human genes, but the initial results were disastrous. The experiments produced grotesque, bloodthirsty creatures. However, the scientists were relentless, even exploiting the chaos of the post-apocalyptic world to conduct increasingly horrific experiments. It wasn’t until years later, when a belt of small meteors fell to Earth, that they made a breakthrough. After extensive research and relentless effort, they finally managed to extract powerful extraterrestrial genes with incredible abilities and successfully integrate them into the bloodstream of a select few individuals.