Quick Transmigration: I Was Cannon Fodder But Became the White Moonlight

Chen Su fed Meng Anran some water and food, and let her rest in a relatively sheltered corner of the room.

The girl was clearly still shaken, and after experiencing the intense pain of wound cleaning and the weakness following treatment, her eyelids quickly became heavy, and she fell into a semi-conscious state.

Chen Su covered her with a thin blanket and carefully sensed her energy fluctuations. Only after confirming that she was just tired and not worsening did he feel a little relieved.

After making the arrangements, she stepped out of the small house and exchanged a glance with Song Yi, who was already keeping watch on the perimeter.

Song Yi nodded to her, indicating that the flank he was in charge of was temporarily safe.

Chen Su then walked to the other side and sat down on a broken wall with a relatively open view. He closed his eyes and slowly spread his perception out like ripples on water, covering a range of several hundred meters around him, keeping watch for any abnormal energy fluctuations or signs of life.

On the other side of the cabin, where the firelight faintly shone, Jiang Sicheng and He Yunfan were talking in hushed tones.

Both of them wore unusual solemnity, their brows furrowed in deep thought.

"Captain Jiang," He Yunfan's voice was very low, only the two of them could hear, "Meng Anran's condition almost confirms our previous speculation that the blood of certain special ability users contains special substances or energy imprints that can affect and catalyze energy reactions in ordinary people's bodies, or help stabilize the process of ability awakening."

"Although Boss Zhao and his gang used brutal and insane methods, their general direction of conducting experiments with blood... was not entirely wrong."

He adjusted his glasses, his gaze behind the lenses sharp and calm, and continued his analysis: "This means that the special nature of Chen Su's blood, its potential value, and... the dangers that come with it, may be greater and more coveted than we initially estimated. Once this secret is leaked, even just a rumor, the consequences will be unimaginable."

Jiang Sicheng did not respond immediately.

He lowered his head slightly, his gaze fixed on the flickering sparks, a gentle breeze ruffling the stray hairs on his forehead.

After a long silence, he finally spoke, his voice low and steady, carrying a sense of certainty born of deep thought:

"Chen Su's situation is different from hers."

He Yunfan nodded, indicating that he understood.

Meng Anran's special ability is pure healing; the unique properties of her blood may be more focused on repair and stimulating vitality.

From the very beginning, Jiang Sicheng could sense abnormal energy fluctuations in Chen Su's blood. Later, it played a crucial guiding and harmonizing role when Jiang Sicheng himself was on the verge of mutation. She even awakened unique sensory and mental abilities herself.

While both may have catalytic potential, their nature and tendencies may be quite different.

more importantly……

"Chen Su is one of our people." He Yunfan finished the sentence he hadn't explicitly stated, his tone equally calm and acknowledging.

This is not just a statement of stance, but also means that protecting Chen Su and maintaining this secret has become the team's unwavering core principle.

Jiang Sicheng nodded slightly, which was taken as tacit agreement.

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On the other side, Chen Su was concentrating intently on maintaining his senses.

Suddenly, she sensed a familiar and steady energy fluctuation approaching her.

She knew who it was without opening her eyes.

Jiang Sicheng sat down on the stone beside her, at a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

He didn't speak, but just looked at the outline of the abandoned building in the distance.

After a while, he turned his head, his gaze falling on her serene profile, and asked in a low voice:

Are you scared?

Two very simple words.

Chen Su's long eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes.

She pursed her lips, met his gaze, and did not deny it.

She thought for a moment, then nodded honestly, then shook her head and said softly, "A little... but not entirely afraid."

She paused, organizing her thoughts as she tried to describe the complex and unfamiliar feeling. "It just felt like... suddenly, I had a burden on my back that I didn't even know what was inside, but that I knew many people would want to take it from me."

"It's heavy, I feel a little... disoriented."

She didn't know what else was in this bag besides trouble, nor did she know how to use or deal with it.

The feeling of her fate suddenly being burdened with an unknown weight made her feel a little breathless.

Jiang Sicheng looked at her slightly furrowed brows, and at her trying to describe the complex emotions in her heart with her limited vocabulary. His usually cold and sharp eyes softened imperceptibly for a moment.

"The burden is with me."

He looked at her and spoke each word with a steady, weighty tone: "Just do what you're supposed to do..."

"Become stronger, and survive."

"Don't think about anything else, I'm here."

This is not a love confession, nor does it have much sentimental embellishment; it is simply a concise statement, a direct promise.

But to Chen Su, it was more powerful and reassuring than any grand vow.

Because that's what he's always done.

From initial acceptance with scrutiny, to later sharing knowledge without reservation, from instinctive protection in times of crisis, to quiet protection after learning the secret, and now to clear responsibility.

His actions always precede his words; he is as steady as a mountain and as reliable as a fortress.

Looking into his deep eyes, Chen Su felt the unwavering determination within them, which dispelled the gloom and anxiety in her heart.

She nodded slightly, her throat tightening, and managed to utter only one syllable: "Mmm."

Jiang Sicheng curled his lips into a smile, then changed the subject, returning to the most urgent matter at hand: "Once she's rested enough, we must take the necessary supplies and move immediately. We can't stay here any longer."

Chen Su understood.

Sooner or later, Zhao Laoda will realize that Meng Anran's escape means this area is no longer safe.

Just then, Song Yi, who was on guard of the other side, crouched down and poked his head out of the doorway, saying urgently in a low voice, "Boss, the commotion over there... at the community center seems to have stopped. Maybe... the fighting is over, or there's been a temporary truce!"

Jiang Sicheng immediately stood up, his eyes sharpening.

"Notify everyone, we're evacuating. Be quick and keep quiet."

He quickly gave the order, "Chen Su, go wake her up and briefly explain the situation. Song Yi, Yun Fan, come with me, check the equipment, only bring the most essential items, and get it ready within five minutes."

"yes!"

"clear!"

Once the order was given, the team immediately began operating efficiently.

Jiang Sicheng went to inspect and start the modified off-road vehicle.

He Yunfan and Song Yi quickly returned to the house and began sorting supplies with practiced ease: compressed biscuits, clean water, medicine, ammunition, crystal cores... each item was crucial for survival, and they made quick and decisive choices.

Chen Su entered the room. Meng Anran didn't seem to be in a deep sleep. She opened her eyes in alarm at the sound of the noise.

Chen Su walked up to her, squatted down, and explained in as few words as possible: "There might be pursuers. This place has been exposed and is no longer safe. We must leave immediately and go to a more secluded place. You come with us, and we will do our best to protect you."

"Can you walk?"

Meng Anran followed Chen Su's gaze to the outside. With the dim light coming through the doorway, she could see Jiang Sicheng, He Yunfan, and Song Yi silently and efficiently moving packages and boxes toward the SUV parked not far away.

Their movements were swift and efficient, carrying a sense of well-trained coordination and urgency.

A struggle and hesitation flashed in her eyes, but in the end, the fear of falling into the hands of Boss Zhao and his gang again outweighed the anxiety about the unknown future.

She looked at Chen Su's calm and resolute face, then glanced at the silent, busy strangers outside who possessed an undeniable and convincing presence. She nodded vigorously and struggled to stand up.

Chen Su reached out and helped her up.

The transfer process proceeded swiftly and quietly amidst tension.

There were no extra words, only the subtle sounds of objects moving and deliberately light footsteps.

Jiang Sicheng chose an evacuation route that was completely opposite to the previous one, a circuitous and winding path with complex terrain and numerous ruins and bunkers, making the most of the environment to conceal his whereabouts.

Chen Su sat in the passenger seat with his eyes closed, maximizing his perception to avoid any suspicious energy fluctuations, whether they were lurking zombies or other survivor squads.

Maintaining full strength for an extended period of time is extremely taxing on mental energy.

Her temples began to throb, and her mental strength was gradually declining.

Jiang Sicheng drove silently, navigating the bumpy, rugged ruins.

He would occasionally glance in the rearview mirror at Meng Anran, who was sitting close together in the back seat, looking pale, and He Yunfan and Song Yi, who looked tired but were trying to keep up.

More often than not, his peripheral vision fell on the girl beside him, her brows slightly furrowed, completely absorbed.

After driving for an unknown amount of time, Jiang Sicheng finally brought the car to a slow stop in front of a relatively secluded abandoned warehouse.

Far from residential areas, with complex terrain but relatively open views, this place is suitable for temporary shelter and a short rest.

Everyone quickly got out of the car and silently slipped into the warehouse.

Jiang Sicheng and Song Yi were responsible for checking and sealing off the entrance and setting up a simple warning system.

He Yunfan then quickly cleared out a small, relatively clean area.

Chen Su was practically slumped on an overturned wooden crate, leaning against the wall, raising her hand to rub her throbbing temples, her vision blurring in waves.

Maintaining maximum range of perception for a long time at a high intensity had almost drained all her mental energy. Now that she was relaxing, the backlash of fatigue and headache overwhelmed her like a tidal wave.

Just then, a warm, broad hand gently covered her forehead.

A familiar and comforting energy, like a gentle stream of warmth, flowed steadily and continuously from the palm of that hand, softly soothing her overused and spasming nerves, and nourishing her nearly depleted mental strength.

The headache subsided at a visible speed, and the coldness and fatigue in my body seemed to be dispelled as well.

It was Jiang Sicheng.

He didn't speak, but stood in front of her, slightly bent over, his palm firmly placed on her forehead, his deep gaze fixed on her pale face, filled with concern.

The warm current lasted for a while, greatly relieving Chen Su's headache and dizziness, and clearing his muddled mind.

She let out a long sigh, opened her eyes, and met Jiang Sicheng's calm gaze.

"Thank you," she said softly.

Originally, the plan was to wait until everyone was finished with their work and settled down before having Dr. He help her recover...

Jiang Sicheng withdrew his hand, took something out of his pocket, and handed it to her.

Chen Su looked up blankly, and when she saw what he was holding, she was stunned.

It was a perfectly packaged chocolate, a luxury item in the post-apocalyptic world.

She remembered that it was found by chance during a search a long time ago, and it had always been kept and distributed by Jiang Sicheng.

She looked up at him.

"What are you thinking about?" Jiang Sicheng sat down on the empty wooden box next to her, his gaze fixed on her face.

He could tell that Chen Su's mood had been somewhat low ever since they left their temporary lodging, and it wasn't just because she was tired.

Chen Su took the chocolate, still warm from his palm, and ran his fingertips along the smooth wrapper.

The warehouse was quiet, with only the faint sounds of Song Yi and He Yunfan checking equipment and talking in hushed tones in the distance.

Meng Anran, wrapped in a blanket, was curled up a little further away, seemingly asleep.

After a few seconds of silence, Chen Su spoke softly, her voice sounding somewhat ethereal in the empty warehouse: "I'm thinking... about my blood, and what Meng Anran said."

She paused, her voice lower, carrying a sense of bewilderment akin to self-analysis: "If... if my blood, as she says, could potentially... help cultivate superpowers, or have some special reaction to viruses... then does that mean people like us... should actually be protected, and then... regularly provided with blood for research, for trying to make vaccines, or... other things that can save more people..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but her meaning was crystal clear.

This is an ethical dilemma that arises instinctively after recognizing one's own unique value, a dilemma that is a mixture of responsibility, confusion, and fear.

She was wondering if she should sacrifice her personal freedom and even her safety for the greater good.

After learning that her blood was special and that this specialness might have great value, the idea, like a poisonous seed, quietly took root and sprouted in her heart.

Jiang Sicheng interrupted her, denying it firmly: "Your blood is yours..."

"Its uniqueness is your destiny, not your original sin."

"How to use it, when to use it, and on whom to use it is your business, and only you can decide that."

He looked at Chen Su, who suddenly raised her eyes in surprise and confusion, and continued, "No one has the right to demand that you pay a price or make sacrifices just because you have something special..."

"Your blood may contain energy, but you, your will, and your choices are the keys to everything. Don't let special definitions dictate who you are, and don't let the greed and madness of others decide what you should become."

The confusion and inexplicable guilt in my heart gradually dissipated, like mist pierced by sunlight.

Yes, the blood is hers, but life is hers.

Is it better to be swept up by one's special status and become a tool or sacrifice for someone else's ambition, or to seize this power, use it to protect those you want to protect, and walk the path you believe is right?

The power to make decisions should never be relinquished to others.

Chen Su nodded deeply, and the heavy, melancholy look that had been lingering between his brows seemed to dissipate considerably with this realization.

My mind suddenly felt clear.

She looked down at the chocolate in her hand and unwrapped it.

The dark brown chocolate cubes were exposed, gleaming enticingly in the dim light.

A subtle aroma, bittersweet yet rich and sweet, wafts through the air.

She carefully broke off a small piece and put it in her mouth.

Slightly bitter, followed by a rich sweet aroma that melts on the tongue, seeping into the taste buds and bringing real and warm comfort, while also replenishing some energy.

She hesitated for a moment, looking at the larger piece of chocolate remaining in her hand, and then glanced at Jiang Sicheng sitting silently beside her.

He just used up his energy to relieve her headache and then drove everyone out of danger, so he must also need to replenish his energy.

Without much thought, she carefully broke the remaining chocolate into roughly equal halves.

Then, she reached out and handed half of it to Jiang Sicheng.

Jiang Sicheng lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on the half-chocolate being handed to him, then slowly moving upwards to Chen Su's face.

The flickering light illuminated her delicate features. Her face still bore traces of weariness, but her eyes had regained their usual calmness, even showing a hint of brightness after a sudden realization.

In those bright eyes, a small reflection, belonging to him, was clearly visible.

He didn't reach out to take it immediately, but just watched her quietly.

Chen Su felt a little embarrassed by his gaze, and her fingertips curled up slightly.

Just as she was wondering if she had overdone it, or if he didn't like sweets, and was about to pull her hand back...

Jiang Sicheng suddenly leaned forward slightly and lowered his head.

He didn't take it with his hand, but instead, with his thin lips slightly parted, he took the half-chocolate she was holding in her fingers and gently put it into his mouth.

Warm, soft lips brushed unintentionally against her slightly cool fingertips.

That instantaneous touch, like a faint electric current, unexpectedly surged through Chen Su's fingertips, along his arm, and straight to his heart.

Chen Su shuddered violently, as if he had been burned, and quickly withdrew his hand.

The fleeting yet distinct warmth and softness lingering on her fingertips caused her heart to pound wildly in her chest, her heartbeat suddenly out of control.

An uncontrollable warmth crept onto my cheeks, but thankfully the warehouse was dimly lit, so it shouldn't be too noticeable.

She lowered her head in a panic, not daring to look at him anymore, her fingers unconsciously twisting the wrapper of the remaining half of the chocolate, making a rustling sound.

Jiang Sicheng, however, seemed completely oblivious to her reaction.

He slowly chewed the chocolate in his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, and swallowed.

Then, he raised his eyes, his gaze returning to the top of her drooping hair, his voice steady, simply stating:

"It's delicious."