DaoistSGGKiH

Dear Bosstraatnese, my friends, and those who once lived on Bosstraat,
Twenty-five years ago, we navigated the alleys and woods of Hasselt and Diepenbeek with our broken English. Alongside foamy beers, hot wine and waffles, we debated European history, culture, politics, the future, music, and folklore, and created a series of inside jokes that still shine in my memory to this day.
Now, with the rapid advancement of new technologies, where neural implants rewrite human cognition and quantum tunneling blurs the world's boundaries, I'm crafting an adventure titled Adventure of Zhao—a vessel that preserves the DNA of our shared cross - cultural wonders.
The story is set in Huinan Town, Shanghai, in 2025. It tells the tale of Zhao Ming, an ordinary 48 years old clerk in his zodiac year. 
At seven o'clock on the eighth day of the first lunar month, while riding his electric bike to work, he suddenly noticed double - vision. Curiously, he discovered that these were glimpses of another world. Unable to resist his curiosity, he entered this parallel realm only to find it occupied by alien creatures even smaller than viruses. Humans were confined to tiny safe zones, at risk of infection with the slightest misstep. Once infected, they could only alleviate symptoms with herbal remedies, but the fate of becoming a puppet was irreversible. Fortunately, he found that the cola he carried could significantly relieve the infection symptoms. Even better, whenever he saw the double - vision again, he could return to his original world.
Thus, a miracle doctor emerged in the other world. His blue and red potions saved many lives. He actively established an impregnable stronghold in an abandoned town on the front line (a town in Los Angeles, USA), which became a reliable supply point for exploration teams from diverse ethnic and national backgrounds. Through trading with the exploration teams, he provided many affordable supplies for the civilians in the safe zone, earning universal praise.
Unbeknownst to all, cola syrup, AI technology, nuclear power batteries, robots, and other items were quietly delivered to the stronghold, becoming powerful weapons against the alien creatures.
The climax of this novel hinges on a fact we prove every day: Friction between cultures doesn't breed chaos but joy—the very energy that fueled our midnight laughs and loud talks in the Common Room in our twenties. Will you let your laughter be forever etched on this speculative tapestry?
I'm compiling my memories and adding my imagination—from the Nordic regions to Sicily, Italy—to fuel the narrative core. Let's use time - travel to create an all - powerful version of ourselves, for as my story will demonstrate, the most radical future is built upon a beloved past.
With nostalgia for Bosstraat,
Spencer
P.S. The draft includes a strange creature called the "Toad - mouthed Owl," which can speak in our idioms. When it declares, "Fxxkxx Bxxxx!", be ready to cringe/laugh!

Adventure of Zhao

Zhao Ming straddled his electric scooter, eyes locked on the shimmering mirage ahead, his mind in turmoil. Years of grinding work had nearly paid off his mortgage. Rental income sustained his modest life, insurance premiums almost settled. Yet here he remained - carless, partnerless, trapped in a soul-crushing corporate treadmill, a cog destined for obsolescence.

Across the asphalt, a pulsating gray-black silhouette seemed to breathe with otherworldly energy, its undulating contours whispering forgotten histories. Childhood memories resurfaced - those illustrated science magazines debunking Erich von Däniken's chariots-of-the-gods theories, sparking his UFO fascination. Now cosmic irony placed him before genuine enigma. Some primordial force beckoned.

Clockwork routine demanded office attendance. Absence meant reprimands, jeopardizing hard-earned stability. Yet the anomaly exerted gravitational pull. Gritting his teeth, Zhao revved his scooter toward the undulating gray image.

Reality warped upon contact. Prismatic lightshow. Subsonic rumble like leviathan's roar. When spacetime stabilized, Zhao gasped - before him stretched western style avenue. His English major and Belgian exchange years recognized Western architecture... yet warped. Mist curled through streetscapes like phantom fingers.

Before adaptation came temporal whiplash: A documentary-fast-forward revealed:

The U.S. President and tech mogul Elon reclaim power, chanting "Tax hikes! Layoffs! Expansion!" as they annexed Canada and stretched toward Garland-Rosa/Gaza. Crowds cheered obliviously.AI's golden age dawned - China's sovereign-grade AI surged while Six Tech Dragons rose globally."

President Big Brain" vanished from public view as VP Elon gutted agencies, declassified assassination files, purged corruption. Hope turned to unease when $9 trillion vanished from restructured budgets.

Half-year later:An airborne chimera virus emerged - 100% fatality rate with torturous asphyxiation.

The administration peddled denial, bleach "cures," and blame-shifting.

Ten apocalyptic years left Western alliances skeletal: major cities became necropolises, survivors cowering in scattered enclaves. Contrasting this desolation: Greenland's subterranean ark, stocked for elites, mocked surface-world misery.

Three zones emerged: Red Zones (total infection)Amber Zones (partial collapse)Green Zones (last bastions).

The vision ended with a bone-jarring thud. Zhao found himself in a wasteland - shattered storefronts grinning like skulls. Panic surged when the return portal vanished.

Within minutes, fever seized him, throat constricting. Frantic, he grabbed his emergency blue label softdrink (his 170cm/187lb frame's usual caffeine crutch). Gulping the cold liquid brought miraculous relief - symptoms vanished.

The portal reappeared as faint overpass silhouette. Crossing back brought spacetime compression agony. Familiar office district noise welcomed him - 8:35 AM. Though shaken, Zhao resolved to clock in normally. This secret demanded digestion before action. As he parked at the charging shed, the interdimensional gateway dissolved behind him... but the ordinary world now felt infinitely malleable.

Chapter 2: Crossroads, Terror, Antidote