The Fake Son Wants to Live [BL]-Chapter 95 - I’m an alien

Jian staggered his way down the cracked sidewalk, the golden blood still dripping in faint streaks behind him.

His vision blurred in and out, limbs heavy and aching.

As he passed the familiar gates of his school, he paused, panting, a dull ache throbbing in his chest.

A small crowd had gathered in front of the building. Students and teachers alike stood with necks craned upward, eyes glued to the sky.

High above, the alien ships moving slowly and silently like giant sentinels—dark metal glinting in the afternoon sun.

Some people were crying.

Most were just filming on their phones.

No one looked at him. Not really.

Even drenched in strange golden blood, stumbling with every step, Jian was invisible.

Is this what the end looks like? He wondered.

He pushed on.

Just across the street, the little café he and his friends used to hang out in was still open.

The windows rattled slightly, but the TV was on, volume low.

The news anchor was pale, trembling, his voice cracking as he read out the government’s evacuation order. Outside the glass, sirens wailed in the distance. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

Jian pushed open the door.

A soft chime rang.

Inside, conversations fell to a hush, all heads turning for a moment. Then they turned back toward the screen. No one noticed the golden stains. Or maybe they just thought it was a costume.

The barista, a girl with a sweet smile and trembling hands, looked up.

"Hi! What can we get..." Her voice faltered.

Her eyes went wide.

But then, as if convincing herself it was nothing, she smiled nervously. "G-Good makeup you’ve got there! Is there a Halloween party going on? But... Halloween isn’t today, right?"

Jian tried to smile, but all that came was a shuddered breath. He leaned hard against the counter, his knees barely holding him up.

"C-Can I use your phone?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper. "Please... it’s an emergency..."

The girl hesitated, then quickly reached for her cell from under the register and handed it to him. "Here."

Jian nearly collapsed into the nearby chair, clutching the phone like a lifeline. "Thank you... thank you so much..."

He blinked back the haze clouding his vision, forcing his fingers to dial the only number that mattered.

The phone rang.

Once.

Twice.

"Hello...?" came the familiar voice, quiet and hesitant.

Jian closed his eyes. His heart clenched.

"Grandpa..." he whispered, tears burning down his cheeks. "It’s me. Jian. I need your help."

There was a pause on the line. "Jian? You sound so weak. Are you alright? What happened?!"

Jian nodded, though his grandfather couldn’t see. He gave a soft hum. "I’m... I’m at a café near school. Can you come? Please. Not the family car. Just take a cab. Please, Grandpa... please come soon."

"Oh—of course! I’m coming right now. Hold on, my child, I’m coming..." His grandfather’s voice was panicked, and Jian could hear the sound of shuffling and movement on the other end. "Tell me the name of the place. Quickly."

Jian mumbled the name of the café, barely getting the words out before the edges of the world started to curl into black.

"Get here soon..." he whispered, the phone slipping from his grasp and clattering onto the floor.

His head sank onto the table. His breath came slower. The golden blood pooled around his wrist, staining the wood beneath him.

He didn’t know how long went by, but jian felt someone shake him awake.

It was the barista.

Jian dazedly nodded handing the phone back to her.

The girl awkwardly wiped the golden liquid off her dress. "you don’t look very well. Are you okay?"

"im.. I’m just sleeping," saying so he fell to the table again.

The bell above the café door jingled again.

"Jian?!"

An old man burst in, his grey hair tousled from wind and worry, eyes wide as they scanned the room in desperation. He looked almost out of place—wearing his worn coat over pajamas and slippers, having clearly rushed out without a second thought.

"Jian!" he shouted again, louder this time.

The barista jumped, pointing a shaky hand toward the corner where Jian lay slumped over a small table. "He—he’s there. He passed out sleeping just after making the call."

The old man rushed over, stumbling slightly as he fell to his knees beside Jian.

"Oh, my child..." he whispered.

Jian’s face was pale, streaked with grime and dried golden blood. But when Grandpa gently shook his shoulder, Jian stirred.

"Grandpa...?" His voice was barely audible.

"I’m here," Grandpa said quickly, brushing Jian’s sweaty hair from his forehead. "I’m here now. You’re safe, you hear me?"

Jian blinked slowly, eyes watery. "They... they attacked. The ship, the aliens... I killed them... I didn’t know what to do..." he whispered ever so softly.

"Shh, it’s alright," Grandpa soothed, noticing the blood—but not quite believing what he saw.

It glowed faintly.

Golden. Warm.

And the wounds on Jian’s arms and torso... they were healing.

The deep gashes that had once poured that golden light were now closed, covered by fresh pink skin as though weeks had passed.

"I—I don’t understand," Grandpa murmured, staring at Jian’s arms in disbelief. "These injuries... who did this to you."

Jian breathed heavily. "It hurts less now. Grandpa .. i... I’m not human," he whispered with tears pooling in his eyes. "this golden thing... it’s my blood. I’m not like you. I’m not human."

Grandpa looked up slowly, the realization settling like cold steel in his chest.

"You’re not human...."

Jian didn’t respond. He just nodded weakly.

They sat in silence for a moment.

Outside, the skies rumbled as more alien ships glided across the city, their shadows casting strange patterns across the ground. Sirens screamed in the distance. But in that little café, surrounded by strangers and fear, there was a bubble of quiet.

"You still have me," Grandpa said suddenly, gripping Jian’s hand. "Whatever you are, whatever’s happening—we’ll figure it out. You’re still my grandson. I raised you since you were a baby, remember that. Golden blood or not."

Jian’s chest shook. A sob burst from his lips.

"Thank you..." he whispered.