Li Qing left home at dusk and was sprayed with a wave of alcohol. By the time he returned home, it was already midnight.

  "The distance is too great. It's inconvenient to observe the cultural evolution of that world."

  Li Qing began considering moving.

  He had originally pnned to check out and return to China anyway. Since this incident occurred, he might as well move closer to that workshop boratory.

  He estimated that a major flood might not completely destroy this hospital room. After all, scientists from a certain country had already developed alcohol-resistant super bacteria in their boratory years ago. This breakthrough contributed to the diversification of bacterial life, filling the gap where no bacteria could survive in medical alcohol environments. If humans could achieve this, couldn't these bacteria themselves develop simir adaptations?

  Therefore, Li Qing pnned to establish a revolutionary base and engage in a fierce battle with them.

  As for the rooms adjacent to that sealed bedroom?

  He wouldn't live there.

  Li Qing felt uncomfortable and unsafe, as if cohabiting with a tiger. He had always been a light sleeper, and the stress of being a psychiatrist had always been immense.

  The next morning.

  Li Qing had just gotten out of bed and was calling his friend. "Did you get it yet?"

  "You think I'm Doraemon? How could I get it so fast?" the friend retorted. "This afternoon. I'll get it for you this afternoon."

  There was no choice. Li Qing admitted he was a bit anxious. After all, he felt it was best to move quickly. What if a Pilr Man suddenly emerged from the boratory?

  After hanging up, he went downstairs for breakfast.

  He knew clearly that there was no right or wrong, only different perspectives.

  Escaping would truly cause major problems. Once he eliminated the threat, he could establish a controlled cell evolution pool. The prototype was already around his neck.

  Ah, the road ahead was long and arduous.

  After finishing breakfast, he drove to the vicinity of Ning Guochang's sterile workshop. He didn't enter but wandered around the area.

  He circled around for most of the day before finding a house nearby. This country was sparsely poputed with vast territories, so many suburban houses were empty. He quickly negotiated to rent the property.

  The ndlord was a kind, plump old dy. "Ah, you're a psychologist. Didn't you work at that psychiatric hospital in the city? You're young and accomplished."

  Medicine was one of the highest-paying fields here. The talkative old dy, seeing Li Qing's decent living conditions, tried to introduce her daughter to him. He politely declined, unable to handle this matchmaking enthusiasm. He had a nagging suspicion he'd be set up as a scapegoat.

  Soon, it was time to move.

  While not going to extremes like Ning Guochang's sterile workshop, Li Qing still minimized furniture and maintained regur cleaning. He wanted to avoid developing a Microscopic Eye that would reveal the uncomfortable clutter of the microscopic world.

  With few furnishings and minimal clothes, the main items were boratory jars and equipment. After moving, he added a dishwasher to the household.

  Whoosh!

  The dishwasher began its cycle, cleaning the dishes and establishing this new front-line base. By the time everything was ready, the UV equipment still hadn't arrived.

  Li Qing knew there was no point in rushing.

  He began a new round of tests:

  Facing true fear head-on!

  He needed to stare for seventy seconds before anything happened. In other words, as long as he kept blinking, he'd be safe...

  He removed his blindfold, leaving only sungsses on, and walked onto the street.

  Walking through the foreign street where people flowed like water, blonde-haired and blue-eyed men and women moved about. Street performers entertained crowds, while several youths practiced jumping on bridge piers.

  He activated his Microscopic Eye, and the entire world seemed to become ultra-high definition.

  What had been a 480p mosaic-like world now instantly transformed into 408000p super-high definition.

  What kind of world was this?

  A Cthulhu-like realm of indescribable distortion and evil.

  The streets, the humans—all were covered with dense masses of wriggling organisms, like a fungal carpet, reminiscent of the Abyss itself.

  "How disgusting."

  Seeing this deeper yer of reality, Li Qing kept his hands in his pockets, watching the bustling street. Instead of fear, he fell into deep contemption:

  "If there really is a God in this world, He must be able to observe at this microscopic level too. Humans—pores pitted with crawling insects—how could God descend to take interest in such creatures?"

  "The distinction between the Divine and Mortal is essentially a difference between species. It's akin to how humans can't bring themselves to harm lizards."

  He muttered in exasperation, "Speaking of which, if all mortals were these super-ugly men, how could the Weaver Girl, the Third Holy Mother, and others bring themselves to act?"

  Yet he himself was currently in the same state, covered head to toe with microorganisms.

  By his own imaginative cssification, he could at most be considered a mixed-blood Demigod. Though he could perceive the "true world," his body remained tainted with worldly filth.

  After all, humans rely on microorganisms to survive.

  A mere imbance in gut flora can cause acute gastroenteritis.

  A mere imbance in facial flora can cause severe acne outbreaks.

  Since the dawn of human civilization, humans have coexisted with microorganisms. Perhaps as human civilization continues to develop, there will come a time - centuries or even millennia from now - when we might evolve to completely free ourselves from these organisms?

  After all, shedding the parasitic burden of microorganisms, achieving a pristine body free of filth, would essentially mean shedding viruses.

  As Li Qing pondered, he couldn't help but delve into a soul-searching question:

  "In this sense, what exactly are humans today?"

  He wasn't approaching the ultimate philosophical question, but rather considering it from a biological perspective: What is a human?

  "The definition of 'human' is one we've given, and the definitions of bacteria and microbes are also our creations. Perhaps the true definition of modern humans encompasses both bacteria and humans combined."

  "The human body is a wondrous miracle. Humans and microbes are like the binary digits 0 and 1 in a computer program—complementary parts of a whole."

  "So, when I shed the countless filth from my body, cleanse myself completely, and become a truly independent, unique individual, might I then be the kind of Extraordinary God who transcends the mortal realm in Buddhist and Daoist teachings?"

  As the pieces of information fell into pce, Li Qing felt a surge of excitement, convinced he'd found his true path.

  To purge the microbes from his body and achieve self-reliance.

  He would continue his experiments, establishing a microbial civilization within the "test tube world" hanging around his neck. He'd let them develop, evolve, and discover self-evolutionary techniques.

  He would evolve his body, severing his dependence on microbes!

  This wasn't just about achieving an immacute golden body or no longer seeing swarms of creatures crawling inside him—it was about self-preservation!

  As long as his body relied on microbes, he'd remain vulnerable, like Ning Guochang who'd met disaster.

  "This is truly overwhelming! I must pn each step carefully; the slightest misstep could lead me to follow in the footsteps of the dead."

  He suddenly ughed.

  With a bold heart, he continued wandering through this eerie world's supermarkets, restocking on daily necessities, and observing this brand new yet real world.

  He had to cherish these final moments of separation!

  Because soon, the time he could observe the Awakening would grow short. When that happened, he'd have to completely seal his eyes shut, unable to witness even this scene.

  He would follow in Ning Guochang's footsteps, beginning to bear psychological pressure.

  Before him y the path of learning to release stress. No one understood better than someone in his profession the importance of maintaining mental health.

  One must know that mental colpse is truly terrifying.

  When mental pressure becomes overwhelming, consciousness frequently makes mistakes, leading to poor decisions. In the end, like Ning Guochang, one brings about their own destruction.

  "The soldiers on the frontlines suffer great mental pressure. They rex by finding women to relieve stress. Should I find a jar woman? I can't. I can only bear this burden alone for a while."

  Li Qing wandered the streets for a while.

  He discovered that perhaps due to his spiritual transformation, wearing sungsses now drew significantly more attention. He could also hear sounds from a considerable distance.

  "That person is wearing sungsses, but he looks incredibly handsome."

  "His demeanor is astonishingly good. Could he be a big star from China?"

  "He's not human, is he? He seems like he walked out of a painting."

  Many female organisms with bizarre fungal shapes had developed inexplicable fondness for him.

  Li Qing's expression turned peculiar.

  His appearance was merely above average at best. Although his genes had evolved slightly, resulting in minor improvements to his looks.

  But this was simply too exaggerated.

  "Ning Guochang mentioned that he went into hiding not just to become a Celestial Dragon in the pure world, but also because some female monsters were making improper advances on him?"

  He couldn't help but ponder the changes in himself:

  "Is it a hormonal issue? Women instinctively pursue genetically superior men... Do humans covered in microbes instinctively pursue deities of higher life forms?"

  "No wonder the Cowherd stole the Fairy's clothes. When I'm abroad, I need to protect myself properly. I shouldn't dry clothes on the balcony anymore, lest I attract infatuated men and resentful women." He casually bought a hat and put on a mask, covering his head completely.

  Yet he noticed the women on the street were still watching him.

  They weren't attracted by looks, but by some mysterious hormonal connection, by genetic compatibility—something so profound it's no wonder the ndlord's daughter had been introduced to him earlier.

  The pressure suddenly became overwhelming!

  What kind of "beauty" was this?

  A four-legged monster covered in mites and microbes—a walking bacterial bnket.

  "No wonder Ning Guochang broke down," Li Qing muttered, scanning his surroundings. He ignored several bold blonde women trying to strike up conversations and paid to leave. "If I had his germaphobia and trypophobia, I'd colpse too!"

  Women could only hinder his biological gene research progress.

  Once he achieved a sterile self—"untainted by all impurities"—reaching the Buddha's golden body realm where a protective halo creates a sterile vacuum around him, then he'd develop "sterile, pure, fragrant, sweet girls" technology. Only then would he consider discussing matters of the opposite sex.

  Returning home, he found the rge dishwasher had finished cleaning the dishes.

  He took them out and examined them.

  From a microscopic perspective, the dishes appeared perfectly clean.

  "A Buddha sees 84,000 insects in a jar of water. Without using this method, it's like eating living flesh."

  He marveled at his purchase - this was truly a divine artifact! After dinner, he prepared various experimental tools to study the test tube around his neck.

  But his work was soon interrupted by a phone call.

  Li Qing had stepped out and encountered a friend's car at a crossroads. He knocked on the door, and his friend produced a massive, heavy instrument shaped like a fshlight.

  His friend boasted, "This is special b equipment. It's powerful enough to burn your skin with prolonged exposure, and extended use could cause UV-reted cancers."

  Li Qing was stunned.

  Just as expected from you, Doraemon.

  Satisfied, Li Qing suggested, "Let's have dinner together soon and continue drinking at the restaurant."

  After a brief chat, Li Qing eagerly rushed to the neighboring ward:

  "I was about to observe my test tube universe, but since the Violet Heaven Divine Thunder has arrived, we must recite the incantation: Nine Heavens Profound Temple, transform into divine lightning. Radiant heavenly might, guided by this mp. Mortals, please undergo tribution."