Jiang Jian Yue is a very kind person.
Probably.
At least, when it came to the people around her, Jiang Jian Yue didn’t want to see them sad, and even less did she want to see them die.
To put it bluntly, it sounded a bit cold-blooded.
When forced to choose between saving a stranger or a familiar face, Jiang Jian Yue would always pick the latter—without hesitation. Even if the number of strangers multiplied, her answer would remain unchanged.
The scales of emotion had an unshakable weight in her heart.
She loved real people, not abstract ones.
So, how would others choose?
Curled up sickly in a large computer chair, the dizziness from a high fever made her thoughts sticky.
With a touch of curiosity, Jiang Jian Yue tossed this question into the Supernatural Club’s LINE group.
“I’d probably choose someone I know? Maybe… But if there are just too many strangers… Uh… The psychological burden would be huge, maybe… It depends on exactly who the other side is?”
Kaori Onishi’s reply carried her usual frankness, mixed with the current dilemma.
“One to one, I’d choose the familiar face. Two strangers versus one familiar? Then I’d pick the strangers—life is equivalent, right?”
Saori Saiyonji’s answer was concise and direct, but the next line was an untimely addition: “But if it’s Egami, I’d definitely choose you.”
So cheesy.
Yuki Asahi would definitely get jealous.
“Can’t you save them all…?”
Yamanoi Yayoi clearly wanted to avoid this cruel question—as if you could see her brows furrowed behind the screen.
“My thoughts are the same as Saiyonji-kun.”
Yuki Asahi finally arrived, fashionably late.
Did the extra line Saori Saiyonji added count as “the same” too?
Still, as a typical anime protagonist, it wasn’t hard to guess Yuki Asahi’s choice in such dilemmas—saving more strangers, just like in every other anime.
Jiang Jian Yue pulled at her lips, forming an almost invisible smile.
As expected, yet a little bland.
She threw the same question into the small group chat, and the replies immediately became wild and unruly:
[Save whoever gives me food]
[Don’t save guys, save girls]
Kankuro!
[Can I save neither?]
[Whoever Emi Jiang tells me to save, I’ll save, please, Mom, show me your legs!]
The chaos of the conversation lightened the heaviness of the topic itself.
Did she really expect a shred of philosophical thought from these people?
Was her brain fried from the fever?
She shook her head, giving up on thinking, and shifted her attention back to the pink software in front of her.
The plot had moved on to the yakuza threat incident.
[Why won’t they show the photo!]
[Photographer, you lost your chicken leg]
[What’s with this cursed lighting]
In the anime, the photo was shrouded in intense light, only showing Saori Saiyonji’s face—making it oddly sensual.
This piqued Jiang Jian Yue’s curiosity: Saiyonji only said it was a work photo… But could an ordinary photo really be used as a threat?
Could it be… an explicit one?
Jiang Jian Yue blinked, sending a message to Momose Tadayoshi to ask if any photos had been found at the club that day.
If such things got out, it would be dangerous, of course they had to be destroyed immediately!
It definitely wasn’t because she was curious.
[Injected]
[Are they going to turn into a child]
[Loli momo-chan]
Saiyonji counterattacked the yakuza, but, eyes bloodshot, she chased them all the way to the street, getting photographed by bystanders.
[Spicy!]
[Don’t chase a cornered rat]
[This is just self-defense at most]
[Are we turning into Ace Attorney?]
After Saori Saiyonji was arrested, public opinion on the internet was nakedly displayed on screen.
Jiang Jian Yue suddenly saw her own tweet—did she time travel again?
That tweet shouldn’t even exist yet.
The perspective quietly switched to a Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department inspector.
He took over the case and brought Saori Saiyonji to the Special Response Headquarters for questioning.
Trembling, Saori Saiyonji couldn’t answer a thing and was eventually taken away directly by Dawn Resources Group.
[They really went all out]
[DRG’s big hand is so warm]
[I’m telling you what’s going to happen—soon someone will knock on your door and call you out… (Classic scene from Lord of War)]
[Can public opinion on such a scale really get someone released?]
[DRG’s power seems even scarier than these small organizations]
Of course, up until now, all the organizations had lived under the shadow of GPRI.
Naturally, they held no sway in normal human society.
[Why did Neon become like this (chokes up)…]
[Curtain Cluster’s guy’s face turned green]
Ah le le, I’m not targeting Curtain Cluster, I just want to say I don’t trust anyone here.
Saori Saiyonji was sent to Jiang Jian Apartment.
Jiang Jian Yue, cheeks feverishly red, didn’t dare to look up at the scene of herself rushing out of the bathroom.
They actually… didn’t skip this part!
Damn worm mound!
The later meeting scene was quickly glossed over, with the main focus following Saori Saiyonji up to the fourth floor—the conversation between herself and Yuki Asahi wasn’t included.
Whew…
Thank goodness.
If no one pays attention, it doesn’t exist!
At noon, Saori Saiyonji woke up and explored the fourth floor like a country bumpkin visiting a palace.
The comment section was dazzled by the fourth floor, as luxurious as a miniature high-end hotel, and the Versailles boasting of the “employee cafeteria.”
[Obscenely rich]
[Doesn’t feel as big as the Fukukawa Family’s]
[Is Emi Jiang’s house hiring?]
Afterward, witnessing the protest downstairs, Saori Saiyonji borrowed Meko’s phone to check the online buzz.
Saori Saiyonji sank into deep guilt, and after an intense internal struggle, decided to leave alone.
The bodyguards hadn’t received any order to forcibly keep Saiyonji in the apartment, so they let her go.
All of Saori Saiyonji’s belongings were still at the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, so she had not a single yen on her—she carried only her clothes, walking home on foot.
It took a fair amount of time to walk from Fengdao District to Shinjuku Ward.
The whole way, Saiyonji was nervous, afraid someone might recognize her—the faces in the animation sometimes glanced her way, but most people kept their distance.
The farther she walked, the more anxious she became, and doubt crept into her heart.
The scene cleverly shifted angles, yet the purple badge was ever-present—on telephone poles, in billboard gaps, behind shop mannequins—creating a suffocating sense of being watched.
What a terrifying Ability to Peep.
I want that power too.
“Isn’t this… that killer?!”
Finally, in the bustling commercial street, the tension peaked—Saori Saiyonji was identified in public.
Her pupils dilated, showing an expression fit for piloting an EVA.
She dashed away, fleeing into an alley, the city’s sunset already painting the skyline. The alley was shrouded in darkness.
“Saiyonji.”
A hoarse voice called out.
Saori Saiyonji spun around, staring at the source—a man wrapped tightly from head to toe, standing at the mouth of the alley, his gaze locked on her.
Meanwhile, in a cluttered rental apartment…
A brown-haired youth, called the Changshi God, was still staring at the screen.
The pattern in his pupils shimmered, reflecting a heart-shaped Cocoon writhing with conflict.
This must be Saori Saiyonji’s Cocoon, right?
“It’s time. Let her become a kin.”
A faint smile hung on the Changshi God’s face.
The shot cut back to the alley, the BGM’s tension reaching its peak.
The man muttered indistinctly, hand rising from his pocket with a Crystal in his grasp:
“Come on… Cross over to our side.”
Jiang Jian Yue jotted this down in her notebook.
From the information gathered from the Canine Wolf, there were records of Saints turning Parasites into semi-Devourer Gs.
But the specifics of how it was done, even GPRI didn’t know.
This was exclusive info!
The conditions to turn a Parasite into a semi-Devourer G required an unstable heartworm—just now, the anime made it clear that Saori Saiyonji’s heartworm was tending towards devourerization.
After that, Saori Saiyonji suddenly snapped out of it, muttering about things like family, friendship, and bonds, and halted the devourerization.
How is that even possible!
Jiang Jian Yue almost forgot this was supposed to be a typical shounen anime—though there was nothing bad about that.
The monster displayed features of a semi-Devourer G and battled fiercely.
Though semi-Devourer Gs, as Devourer Gs, shared their traits—many abilities, but couldn’t overcome the bond BUFF-empowered Saori Saiyonji.
And because of various worries, the semi-Devourer G was struck first and fled in panic to the crowded commercial street.
Saori Saiyonji followed like a reaper—her second time this episode chasing someone down.
They call her the king of pursuit for a reason.
This episode ended with Saori Saiyonji killing her opponent within ten seconds, the Special Response Headquarters arriving late, and the ending theme finally playing.
It wasn’t until the ED started that Jiang Jian Yue realized there was no OP this episode.
Why?
After the ED, there was a short scene, which Jiang Jian Yue skipped immediately!
She never liked listening to songs.
The scene switched to a run-down apartment building hallway.
SAT-EX Members wearing gas masks moved swiftly and professionally, storming an apartment and dragging a listless young man out of the room.
The young man didn’t resist, only letting out a few weak moans.
An Operations Adjustment Office staff member pressed their mask tightly, and another quickly moved forward, binding the young man’s arms and drawing a tube of dark blood with a syringe.
The blood was dropped onto a special test strip.
A brief, silent wait.
Everyone’s eyes were fixed on that small strip.
The color shifted from pale yellow to a sticky deep purple.
“Confirmed Infected.”
The staffer conducting the test spoke through the mask, voice muffled and cold, devoid of emotion.
Two SAT-EX Members immediately lifted the limp young man and roughly dragged him into the corridor.
Then, several disinfection personnel in heavy white protective suits entered the room with large sprayers.
A blinding white mist instantly filled the cramped apartment.
The shot shifted outside the building, to a command vehicle parked roadside.
A similarly armored commander pressed a communicator:
“Unit 05 reporting to base, Unit 05 reporting to base, the virus has been confirmed to have spread to Tokyo.”
“Base received. Unit 05, continue cooperation with the Infection Crisis Management Headquarters.”
[It exploded]
[Detected incorrect collective memory]
[Warning warning]
In front of the screen, Jiang Jian Yue suddenly clutched her mouth, coughing violently, her whole body trembling and curled in the chair.
Could it be…?