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

In the days that followed, whenever the team found a relatively safe opportunity to rest for a while, He Yunfan would enter a state of near isolation from the world.

He would find a quiet corner, or sit cross-legged in the car, close his eyes and concentrate, his consciousness sinking into his unique supernatural space, beginning his solitary and focused exploration.

In his special ability space, the flow of time is different from that in the outside world, providing a relatively long operating time.

Using his medical knowledge, keen perception of energy fluctuations, and the special parameters provided by the three precious blood samples, he carefully constructed a theoretical model and attempted to simulate and guide energy in minute quantities time and time again.

This process is extremely mentally taxing.

After each long experiment, He Yunfan would exit the space, his face would turn pale, his forehead would be covered in a fine layer of cold sweat, and he would be exhausted, needing a long rest to recover.

Sometimes, excessive exertion can even trigger mild headaches and dizziness.

But he rarely spoke; after each rest, he would silently throw himself into the next attempt.

No one knows how far his experiment has progressed or whether it will succeed.

But everyone silently supported him.

Song Yi and Chen Su took the initiative to take on more guard duties and miscellaneous tasks at the camp, trying their best to create a quiet environment for He Yunfan to think.

Meng Anran also tried her best to help with some simple logistical matters.

Jiang Sicheng, as always, shouldered the heaviest responsibility of driving and clearing the way. His calmness and decisiveness were the team's greatest support in navigating dangerous situations.

The journey remains long and treacherous.

They had encountered a pack of mutated wolves, swift as the wind, with bloodshot eyes. Relying on Jiang Sicheng's accurate prediction of the energy explosion that created chaos, Song Yi did his best to deploy a lightning net covering the flanks to intercept them, and only then did they manage to break through the wolf pack in a thrilling manner.

He once accidentally stumbled into a seemingly tranquil sea of ​​mutated datura flowers, which was actually filled with colorless hallucinogenic pollen. Chen Su endured the excruciating pain in his head, compressed and condensed his senses, and barely managed to find his way.

He Yunfan's face was deathly pale, but he pushed the healing white light to its limit, enveloping everyone like a purifying field and dispelling the neurotoxins that had invaded their bodies.

Jiang Sicheng's eyes were cold and sharp, and his body surged with energy. Suddenly, he unleashed several powerful, invisible streams of air, like a whirlwind rising from the ground. This temporarily dispersed the thick fog of pollen, allowing everyone to cover their mouths and noses and stumble away from the beautiful yet deadly sea of ​​flowers.

Every struggle and collaboration on the brink of life and death not only hones the team members' combat instincts and ability to use their special powers, but also deeply engraves an unspoken trust and concern in each other's hearts.

They are a whole, and none of them can be missing.

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He Yunfan's research also progressed slowly and steadily in countless quiet moments unknown to others.

Failure is the norm: energy conflicts, structural collapse, loss of activity...

But he never lost heart; instead, he silently threw himself into the next simulation.

Finally, on a night filled with stars, they found a sheltered rocky cave to rest in.

After being immersed in the supernatural space for a long time once again, He Yunfan slowly opened his eyes.

This time, his face showed an unusually undisguised excitement and exhilaration.

He gestured for the others sitting around the small campfire to come closer.

Amidst the puzzled yet expectant gazes of the crowd, He Yunfan opened his palm.

A soft, pure white halo emanated from his palm, and within the light, three well-sealed glass tubes of reagent slowly emerged.

Inside the tube was a liquid-like substance with a pale golden sheen.

Under the light, they flowed slowly, emitting a pure, gentle, and stable energy fluctuation.

"It worked?" Song Yi's eyes widened, filled with disbelief and anticipation.

He Yunfan slowly shook his head, then nodded, his voice hoarse: "It can't be said to be completely successful... To be precise, it's the first and most crucial step in theory: preliminary purification and stable encapsulation of three special factors."

He took a deep breath and tried to explain in simple terms: "I will explain the relatively mild and pure life-guiding and restorative energy factors contained in Meng Anran's blood, the harmonizing factors in Chen Su's blood that can resonate and balance with various energies, and the stable energy imprint in Captain Jiang's blood that carries a clear tendency towards order and control after his own special ability awakens and transforms..."

"Induced fusion was performed using specific energy frequencies and ratios, and my special abilities were used for multi-layered encapsulation and stabilization."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the shocked faces of the crowd: "Based on the energy model and simulations I've constructed, this compound agent should be able to play a certain role in... calming, guiding, and strengthening individuals when their life energy is severely imbalanced and on the verge of collapse due to external factors such as mild zombie virus infection, strong energy shocks, or energy rampage when they awaken their special abilities."

"Perhaps," He Yunfan's voice trembled slightly, "it could increase the probability that ordinary survivors will spontaneously unleash their latent abilities when subjected to extreme pressure and near-death experiences. Or, it could help those who have just awakened their abilities but cannot control the violent energy within them to stabilize their state more quickly, get through the most dangerous adaptation period, and reduce the risk of losing control."

After he finished speaking, silence fell around the fire. Only the crackling of the burning firewood and the faint sound of the wind in the distance could be heard.

Everyone's face showed an expression of uncontrollable joy.

What does this mean?

This means that in a desperate apocalypse, where infection is almost a death sentence and the awakening of superpowers depends entirely on luck, they may possess something that can... slightly tip the scales of fate.

Even the slightest increase in probability, even the smallest bit of hope for stability, is no different from lighting a tiny but real flame in endless darkness.

Jiang Sicheng looked intently at the reagent in He Yunfan's palm, then at He Yunfan's pale face, and nodded solemnly: "Thank you for your hard work, Yunfan."

"Brother Yunfan...you, you're amazing!" Song Yi was so excited that his face turned red. He wanted to pat He Yunfan on the shoulder, but he was afraid of disturbing the three precious reagents. He held his hand in mid-air, not knowing where to put it.

Looking at the pale golden luster, Chen Su felt a mix of emotions welling up inside her.

There was a sense of satisfaction in participating, a faint anticipation for the future, and a heavy sense of responsibility.

Her blood, Jiang Sicheng's blood, Meng Anran's blood...

Now, coming together in this way, they have become a spark that may bring hope.

Meng Anran stared blankly, her eyes gradually welling up with tears.

Her blood was once the shackles that imprisoned her, the source of her suffering.

But now, in the hands of this calm doctor, it seems... to be transforming into something else, something more meaningful.

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After countless days and nights of trekking, traversing numerous crises, desolate wilderness, and treacherous lands inhabited by mutated creatures.

The supplies they carried were dwindling, with only a few packs of compressed biscuits left, and the fuel gauge stubbornly pointing towards the red line.

That day, on a gloomy evening, the off-road vehicle struggled to climb over a hillside covered with shrubs.

"Wait!" Chen Su, in the passenger seat, suddenly raised her hand, her voice urgent.

"What's wrong, Chen Su? Is something going on?" Song Yi in the back seat immediately sat up and looked out the window warily.

Chen Su did not answer immediately.

She closed her eyes, furrowed her brow, took a deep breath, and focused all her mental energy into a single, concentrated perception, extending it eastward with all her might to explore...

A few seconds of silence, broken only by the low rumble of the engine and the rustling of the wind through the bushes.

Then, Chen Su opened her eyes, her voice trembling: "I...I felt...a lot...a lot of people, a huge amount of life energy fluctuations, densely packed, and...their energy fluctuations...although varying in strength,...had a strange sense of order, unlike the scattered and wary survivors we usually encounter..."

She paused, her breathing quickened, and her voice rose, brimming with barely concealed excitement: "And... there's also a very strong, extremely stable energy barrier... like a gigantic, invisible wall, covering a vast area ahead! Right ahead!"

"A wall?!" Song Yi exclaimed in surprise.

Jiang Sicheng's eyes suddenly sharpened, and without the slightest hesitation, he slammed the accelerator to the floor.

The off-road vehicle rolled over the gravel, rushed to the top of the hill, and then came to an abrupt stop.

As they looked towards the eastern horizon through the windshield.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

The wind stopped, the sound disappeared, and even breathing became difficult.

In the distance, at the edge of the horizon, the setting sun was like blood, and a winding, majestic, and tall wall stood silently there.

The wall seemed to grow directly from the depths of the barren earth, magnificent, thick, silent, and indestructible, completely isolating everything behind it.

On the top of the wall, in the backlight of the setting sun, the faintly visible reflective points are patrol watchtowers, automated weapon platforms, or other defensive structures.

Further away, there appeared to be the blurry silhouettes of towering watchtowers and communication antennas.

What makes your heart race even more is that in the center of the high wall, in the afterglow of the setting sun, a bright red flag is flying high in the wind.

That splash of red, in the dim light of the world, was so intense, so dazzling, so...familiar yet so strange.

It's a wall.

It really is a wall.

It's not an illusion, not a mirage.

"Hold on tight." Jiang Sicheng's voice was low and hoarse.

He shifted into low gear, and the off-road vehicle slowly drove down the barren slope, heading resolutely towards the high wall.

The distance is getting closer and closer.

The details of the wall became clearer, and the oppressive feeling brought by its towering height became stronger.

The wall surface is exceptionally smooth, as if it were formed from a single piece.

At the foot of the wall lies a buffer zone several hundred meters wide, cleared of all vegetation, flat and open, filled with anti-tank bollards, trenches, minefield warning signs, and automatic weapon stations.

On the top of the wall, the figures of fully armed soldiers in standard camouflage were clearly visible, their gun barrels menacing.

When they finally reached the edge of the buffer zone, they were stopped by a raised steel roadblock and several heavily armed soldiers who jumped out from behind cover.

"Stop the car! Who goes there? Where are you coming from?"

The soldiers' cold, stern commands came through the loudspeaker, their dark gun barrels pointed steadily at them, exuding a well-trained and intimidating aura.

Jiang Sicheng steadily stepped on the brakes, signaling everyone not to move rashly.

He pushed open the car door, got out first, walked to the front of the car, raised his hands to indicate that he was harmless, calmly gave a brief account of the team's origins, and emphasized that there was a survivor with healing abilities in the car, as well as the valuable intelligence they had gathered along the way regarding the distribution of forces in the distant city ruins, high-risk mutated creatures, and the eastward route.

His words were concise and clear, emphasizing his healing abilities and intelligence, which were the most effective bargaining chips to attract the other party's attention.

The soldier was clearly well-trained. After listening, his eyes flickered slightly, and he quickly reported a few words in a low voice over the walkie-talkie.

Shortly after, a light armored vehicle arrived, and a soldier whose shoulder insignia indicated he was a lieutenant got out with several civilian personnel carrying detection equipment. They conducted a more detailed identity check, physical examination, and vehicle search.

When the portable detector confirmed that Meng Anran did indeed possess active and pure healing energy fluctuations, and that none of the team members showed any signs of recent infection, the officer's stern expression softened considerably.

He put away the equipment, nodded to Jiang Sicheng, and his tone softened slightly:

"Confirmed, this is the Eastern Sixth National Security Zone."

The officer officially announced, his voice coming through a loudspeaker, "We have a comprehensive defense system, survival guarantees, medical facilities, and research institutions. Individuals with special abilities like Ms. Meng Anran are extremely rare and valuable talents. The safe zone will provide her with the highest level of protection and proper resettlement, and will arrange for her to enter medical or research departments to fully utilize her abilities and contribute to the restoration of order."

Upon hearing this, Meng Anran's tense nerves suddenly relaxed. She looked at Jiang Sicheng and Chen Su, her lips moving silently as she said thank you.

The officer's gaze shifted to Jiang Sicheng and his three companions: "According to regulations, all survivors who pass the initial screening, show no serious signs of infection, and have no prior criminal record can apply to enter the safe zone. Once inside, they will be assigned work positions, residency qualifications, and corresponding supplies based on their individual abilities, strengths, and contributions."

"Based on the qualities you have demonstrated, your combat capabilities, and the valuable intelligence you have brought, your evaluation level will not be low, and you can receive relatively generous treatment and a stable life."

Life inside the walls was stable, safe, orderly, with work and rations...

This is an irresistible temptation for anyone struggling to survive in the apocalypse.

Jiang Sicheng remained silent for a moment.

He didn't answer immediately, but slowly exchanged glances with He Yunfan, Song Yi behind him, and Chen Su beside him.

Without a word, a consensus was reached through the exchange of glances.

Then he turned back to the officer and shook his head gently but firmly.

"Thank you for your kindness." His voice was calm. "We won't go in."

The officer was clearly stunned, his face full of confusion.

Meng Anran also looked up in astonishment, staring at them in disbelief.

Jiang Sicheng did not explain, but simply took out a palm-sized, tightly sealed silver-gray metal thermostatic box from the inner pocket of his combat uniform.

He walked up to Meng Anran and gently placed the box in her hand.

"This is for you." Jiang Sicheng looked at Meng Anran with deep, unfathomable eyes and a low voice. "Once inside, find a researcher you deem truly reliable and trustworthy, or hand him over directly to a senior executive."

"These are the results of our team's research. They may be helpful in understanding viruses and studying the mechanisms of supernatural awakening. Remember, don't mention us, and don't mention the specific source of the samples inside..."

Meng Anran held the metal box and instantly understood what was inside.

Those were the three precious reagents that were successfully packaged.

It is also a seed of hope.

Jiang Sicheng and the others were entrusting her with this heavy hope, which represented countless possibilities, so that she could take it inside the wall and find the soil for it to sprout and grow.

"Captain Jiang, Chen Su, Dr. He, Song Yi..."

Meng Anran's eyes filled with tears, her voice choked with sobs, "Why...why didn't you go in together? It's safe inside. We could be together. You're all so capable; you'll definitely be fine inside. We..."

"We have our own path."

Chen Su stepped forward, gently grasped Meng Anran's trembling arm, and gave her a warm and clear smile. "Anran, go in. That's where you should be now, and where you can best utilize your abilities. Live well, and use your skills to help more people in need inside... Don't forget our promise."

She turned her head and glanced at the towering, silent wall, her voice very soft:

"It is indeed very safe inside the wall, but we are used to surviving outside the wall, relying on each other's abilities and trust to face the most real dangers and freedoms... The world inside the wall may not be suitable for us."

Inside the walls is a sanctuary, but it could also be another form of prison.

Song Yi grinned, though his smile was somewhat complicated: "Exactly! There are bound to be a ton of rules inside, how can it compare to the freedom and openness of being out there with the boss? Meng Anran, if you ever become the top healer in the safe zone, don't forget your old friends outside the walls! Who knows, maybe one day when we're down on our luck, we'll have to come and rely on you!"

He Yunfan adjusted his glasses, then looked at Meng Anran one last time, his tone as calm as ever: "Take care. Remember, once we're inside, the fewer people who know about our specific situation or the true origin of this box, the better... It will be safer for you and for what's inside the box."

Meng Anran looked at the four people in front of her.

He risked his life to protect her, teach her, and pull her back from the brink of hell, finally bringing her to this giant wall that symbolizes hope and safety after countless hardships, only to turn away and leave.

They are not relatives, but they are closer than relatives to their partners and comrades-in-arms.

Sadness, reluctance, gratitude, and reverence overwhelmed her like a tsunami.

She nodded forcefully, tears blurring her vision, and clutched the metal box tightly to her chest.

"I...I remember, thank you...thank you for saving me and bringing me here...I will live well, and I will...protect what you gave me...You must take care! You must...you must live! We...we will definitely meet again!"

Jiang Sicheng took one last look at the towering wall that symbolized human civilization, his gaze complex and unfathomable before finally settling into a deep, calm.

He turned to the officer and said in a deep voice, "We choose to leave..."

"However, we hope to exchange the intelligence we brought regarding the latest distribution of mutated creatures in the eastern region, detailed danger point markings along their route, and the possible movements of Zhao Hongbin's remaining forces, for some basic supplies, mainly high-energy food, fuel, clean water, medicine, and ammunition. The list is here."

He handed over a pre-prepared list with neat handwriting.

The officer gave Jiang Sicheng a deep look, then glanced at the three determined team members behind him, his eyes flashing with admiration, regret, and a hint of understanding.

He took the list and nodded: "Okay, the intelligence you provided was very valuable, and your contribution in escorting these special talents is invaluable. Your supplies will be provided to the highest standards. Also…"

He paused, then added solemnly, "The gates of the safe zone are, in theory, always open to survivors who have made contributions and maintained order. If you change your mind, or encounter insurmountable difficulties outside, you are always welcome back here."

"Remember our number, East Six."

"Thank you." Jiang Sicheng nodded solemnly.

The supplies arrived quickly in a small transport vehicle, and the quantity was much greater than they had expected.

Vacuum-packed food sufficient to last a long time, several barrels of high-quality fuel, and a first-aid kit filled with various basic medicines and medical supplies.

There were no lengthy farewell words.

Under Meng Anran's tearful and reluctant gaze, and amidst the silent farewell from the guards' complex gazes, Jiang Sicheng's team of four quickly and orderly loaded the supplies onto their weathered off-road vehicle, now fully fueled and reborn.

The engine roared again, but this time, it was no longer the panic and despair of a desperate escape, but rather a heavy determination to choose the unknown road ahead.

The SUV slowly turned around. In the rearview mirror, the high walls stood majestically, and the red flag was as red as blood, like a distant and solid backdrop in the gradually deepening twilight.

The front of the car steadily pointed towards the vast, distant horizon, unconfined by high walls.

There, as dusk settled, the distant mountains appeared like dark eyebrows, and the road ahead disappeared into darkness, yet it seemed to possess a vastness that could be described as freedom and possibility.

Meng Anran's small figure remained stubbornly standing inside the cordon, waving her arms vigorously until she became a blurry dot in the field of vision.

Chen Su sat in the passenger seat, fastened her seatbelt, and turned back one last time to take a deep look through the rear window.

The towering walls cast silent shadows in the last rays of the setting sun.

The vibrant red on the top of the wall, under the gradually darkening sky, still stubbornly fluttered, shining brightly.

The wheels rolled over the barren earth, kicking up dust.

The road ahead was still shrouded in twilight and uncertainty, but the four people in the car exchanged a glance. There was no hesitation in their eyes, only a clear determination and unspoken trust.

Their path lies beyond the wall, beneath their feet, and in every tomorrow they walk side by side.

Order is being rebuilt, civilization is being preserved, and hope... is tenaciously taking root and sprouting.

They waited.

We await the day when the light from within the walls will finally illuminate the world outside.

We also await the day when this long apocalypse truly ends and spring returns.