To Go Home, I Must Live Well

'Could it be... could it be that I've transmigrated to a Western mythological world?' Han Xu thought, eyes wide.

Gus's sudden display had truly shocked him, but he quickly recovered. Transmigration was already unscientific, and with the existence of magic and battle qi, it wouldn't be surprising to transmigrate to a mythological world, would it?

However, seeing someone conjure a pair of wings out of thin air was still quite novel. He tossed the towel from his head, jumped out of bed, approached Gus, and cautiously reached out to stroke the wings.

Tsk tsk, feels just like the geese at home.

Gus inwardly grumbled. Haven't I spread my wings before? Why does he act like he's seeing them for the first time? Looking at Han Xu's bright eyes, he couldn't help but smile slightly and said softly, "Your Highness, I didn't deceive you, did I? When you're older... hiss..."

He suddenly gasped, looking at the feather in Han Xu's hand with disbelief. The expression on his face was incredibly complex. Your... Your Highness actually plucked me...

"Does it hurt?" Han Xu asked, tilting his head, looking at Gus's constipated expression.

"Yeah!"

"Then it seems it's really true..."

"..."

Hearing this, Gus's eyes twitched wildly. He retreated backward, feeling it wasn't safe enough, and with a whoosh, retracted his wings again.

Han Xu didn't look at him, playing with the object in his hand, marveling inwardly. This is truly eye-opening. That's the good thing about transmigration, you always get to see things that shatter your worldview...

"By the way, Gus..." Tossing the feather aside, he gossiped, "You mentioned the Angel King earlier, which is like your God or something. His wings should cover his entire back, right?" At this point, Han Xu couldn't help but shudder. He had trypophobia. A back covered in wings reaching all the way to the heels... just thinking about it made him feel uneasy.

Gus looked at the feather on the ground with heartache. Hearing Han Xu's words, he couldn't help but ask in confusion, "God? What's that? And who told you that the Angel King has wings all over his back? He's the same, he only has one pair!"

This time, it was Han Xu's turn to be puzzled. He pinched his chin, frowned, and muttered to himself, That's not right. The higher the strength, the more wings you have. Isn't that how it's always described in novels?

He raised his head and asked Gus again, "Hey Gus, why does the Angel King only have one pair of wings? Is it because his strength is too low?"

"How could that be? Your Highness, the Angel King is the strongest in our Angel Civilization!"

"Angel Civilization?? Are you sure it's not called Heaven?" Han Xu raised an eyebrow.

"Why would it be called Heaven?" Gus said, puzzled. "We are Angels, and we've had the name Angel Civilization for a long time. Now, after tens of thousands of years of development and the increasing advancement of technology, we've entered the Gene Era. This name is well-deserved..."

The more Han Xu listened, the more he felt something was wrong. He quickly reached out to interrupt him. "Wait... wait a minute... technology? Angels? Could this not be a mythological world?"

Although there were some strange-looking things in his palace, he had been preoccupied with thoughts of going home these past two days, so he hadn't had the mind to pay attention.

"..."

Gus glanced at him with a small look, clicking his tongue. "Um... Your Highness, you're really not teasing me, are you? Didn't Allen Instructor already tell you about this?"

"Hurry up and get to the point!" Han Xu urged.

Sighing, Gus said weakly, "This isn't some mythological world, but an era where technology reigns supreme. The Angel Civilization has gradually developed from the Cold Weapon Era, the Pre-Nuclear Era, and the Space Age to the current Gene Era..."

Holy crap, could it be that I've transmigrated to the future?!

Han Xu thought in surprise, suddenly feeling that something was wrong. He quickly asked, "Gus, then what about your wings from before? Even if technology has advanced, it's impossible to change the species, right? Could it be hy... hybridization technology?"

Hearing him ask this, Gus proudly puffed out his chest. "Although there are many civilizations in the universe that have entered the Gene Era, only we Angels possess the winged gene technology. We can achieve flight in the air without relying on external objects. Speaking of which, we have to thank the Angel King~"

"Oh? How so?"

"Tens of thousands of years ago, because of the backwardness of technology, our research on Angel genes was not as complete as it is now. We still needed the help of aircraft to fight against other forces. Not only was the combat strength of individual soldiers low, but the maneuverability was also very inconvenient."

The Angel King saw this point and spared no expense, strictly ordering the Tiangong's Scientific Research Council to upgrade the Angel gene. After a long period of research, they achieved what you see now. So, Your Highness, this isn't a change in species, just the addition of something to the genetic code!"

"...You...you said tens of thousands of years ago?" It took Han Xu a long time to react, almost unable to believe his ears. "The Angel King ordered the research of the Angel gene tens of thousands of years ago? Is he still alive?" He added at the end, "Are you telling me this isn't a world of mythology?"

What is the concept of tens of thousands of years? How could a person live that long?

"Entering the Gene Era, people's lifespans naturally broke free from shackles. Ordinary people can live for thousands of years, let alone the Angel King of the Second-generation Angels. Tens of thousands of years of life is nothing much, right?"

I'll go with your 'nothing much.' China's five thousand years of brilliant civilization already makes us feel awesome, and you casually say some Second-generation Angel can live for tens of thousands of years. Isn't that utter nonsense?

Han Xu originally just wanted to ask if the Angel King really had a back full of wings, but who knew he would hear such shocking things from Gus.

Is technological development really that powerful? To not even care about letting people live for tens of thousands of years, that's too... Wait, live...live for tens of thousands of years?!!

As if thinking of something, Han Xu suddenly froze...

Gus didn't notice his expression and continued to say, "The perfection of the Angel gene allows us to use the genetic system within our bodies to utilize the Dark Energy that roams outside, thereby obtaining powerful individual combat strength. The Angel Civilization was able to defeat some forces in the universe and dominate one side because of this!"

"Of course, resources are precious and all belong to the Angel King alone. He will grant them at his discretion based on individual ability or how much merit one has earned on the battlefield. So, if you want to have even greater strength, or want to live longer, you must make corresponding contributions. Otherwise, you can only be like ordinary Angels, spending less than a thousand years in mediocrity and slowly growing old..."

Speaking of this, he smiled bitterly. How wonderful it would be if he could follow the Second Prince, fight with him everywhere, earn military merits, and then gain appreciation and resources to help further upgrade his genes. Alas~

Sighing, he turned to look at Han Xu, and couldn't help but be stunned, finally noticing something was wrong: "Your Highness, you...what's wrong with you?"

Hearing Gus's question, Han Xu waved his hand to indicate that he was fine, walked to a small stool and sat down, his brow furrowed and his rapid breathing showing the unease in his heart.

Thinking carefully about the world he originally lived in, after the Industrial Revolution, in just a few hundred years of development, mankind went from the era of cold weapons to the point where it could explore the universe. If he could live for tens of thousands of years, and with the help of this Angel Civilization's existing technology, could he find a way to return home?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was possible, a hundred times, a thousand times more reliable than trying to transmigrate back to his death. Although the time might be very, very long, at least there was a little bit of hope, wasn't there?

"Gus, can technology...really allow people to live for tens of thousands of years?" He raised his head and asked with a look of anticipation.

Although he didn't know what was wrong with His Highness, Gus nodded his head heavily, "Yes, Your Highness!"

Letting out a long sigh, Han Xu clenched his small fist, his eyes flashing with unparalleled joy: "That's great..."

"Your...Your Highness..."

"Gus!" Han Xu interrupted him, his eyes sparkling: "Tell me more about our Angel Civilization, the more the better!" He had developed a huge curiosity about this world.

"...Yes, Your Highness..."

The Angel Civilization is a totalitarian social system. As the helmsman of the Angel Civilization, the Angel King Hua Que, although now old and frail, can still balance and exclusively enjoy power and resources, and is the highest beneficiary of Tiangong technology.

He has four sons. The eldest prince is named Hua Ye. His status as the eldest son gives him resources and status that other princes do not have, but he is inherently tyrannical and greedy for pleasure. Gus stuttered when he mentioned him, and it was only after Han Xu ordered him that he told these things.

The Second Prince Hua Tuo, this person is remarkable. He has been intelligent since childhood, very much like Hua Que when he was young. He has many followers and is very popular. He is exquisite in all aspects, able to please the Holy Heart above and treat subordinates with courtesy below. He never profanes or defiles female Angels, and is eager for talents. He is the most ambitious of the princes and the most powerful competitor for Hua Ye's crown prince...

"...You...what did you say...there's actually one named Hua Xiong, are you kidding me..."

When he heard Gus say that one of the princes was named Hua Xiong, Han Xu, who had been looking serious, couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth wildly.

It was already strange that the Angel King and his sons had a similar naming system to China, and now they've come up with one named Hua Xiong.

Who is Hua Xiong? As a Chinese, there are probably few who are unfamiliar with him. He really wants to see which idiot has such a cool name.

?!!

Suddenly, Han Xu's eyes widened, and with a whoosh, he stood up and grabbed Gus's arm, his lips trembling, "You... you're not going to tell me that I am that Shan... no, my name is Hua Xiong..."

He was slowly accepting his new identity. Although the name Hua Xiong was nothing compared to his plan to return home, he was still extremely repulsed by people calling him that all the time.

"No, Hua Xiong is the Fourth Prince!"

Gus's words made Han Xu breathe a heavy sigh of relief. Thank goodness... that scared me! But for that Angel King to come up with this name, he's really something...

"So, that means I'm the Third Prince? What's my name then?"

Gus's expression changed this time, his eyes widening. He had been feeling that the Prince had been acting strangely these past two days, his words and actions very different from before. Only now did he understand the real reason.

Could it be... could it be that the Prince had somehow made himself lose his memory these past two days? How could this be happening?! If the Angel King were to find out, heads would roll!

"Your... Your Highness, you... you are Hua Zhen~ Don't you remember?" he asked cautiously.

Han Xu pinched his chin, savoring the name, and finally nodded in satisfaction, "Hua Zhen, huh... Hmm, not bad!"

"Your Highness, please don't scare me!"

Ignoring the foolish Gus, Han Xu walked to the floor-to-ceiling window of the palace and stood there, looking at the brilliant starry sky, thinking about his own concerns.

From Gus's words, I can tell that the struggle for the throne among the princes is quite fierce, but luckily, the guy I transmigrated into has an older brother, which largely avoids my involvement in the princes' competition for the throne!

Han Xu was no stranger to the term "palace intrigue." It was a drama that inevitably appeared in ancient palace TV series. The princes would stop at nothing to succeed in seizing the throne, and few of them had good endings. The saying "the winner becomes king, the loser becomes a bandit" was impossible. It was either you die or I die. Only someone who was full and had nothing better to do would get involved.

Since that's the case, then from today onwards, my name will be Hua Zhen! Looking at the distant hint of dawn, Hua Zhen smiled slightly, Living well is the only way to have hope of returning home, isn't it?

"Your Highness, do you still remember who I am?"

"Get lost!"