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

Before the apocalypse, what the name Jiang Sicheng meant was now largely forgotten.

He didn't care about those things.

When order collapses and civilization crumbles, all past glories are nothing more than a handful of ashes on the ruins.

It scattered with a gust of wind.

He led Song Yi and He Yunfan through a sea of ​​corpses to carve out a path to survival on this shattered land.

That's it.

_

The smell inside the factory was unpleasant.

Rust, dust, engine oil, and the putrid smell of zombies.

After the apocalypse, this smell had already permeated every inch of the ruins, and also the numb nerves of the vast majority of survivors.

The light was dim, with only the pale daylight filtering in through the high windows, reflecting the dust swirling in the air.

Jiang Sicheng, gun in hand, moved silently through the passageway piled with discarded parts, his cold gaze sweeping over the shadowy corners where danger might lurk.

The mission is clear: search for available supplies, assess whether this factory area is suitable as a temporary base, and then, if any clueless zombies or raiders block the way... clear them out.

He is not a savior, and has neither the interest nor the energy to play that role.

After the collapse of order, he witnessed too much death and also personally created quite a few.

Desperate cries, dying curses, numb relief...

He was already used to seeing the evil flowers bloom and the good buds wither in human nature under extreme circumstances.

Compassion is a luxury, and in the end times when even survival is at stake, it is a fatal weakness.

He led He Yunfan and Song Yi to form a team, relying not on excessive kindness, but on absolute strength, a clear mind, and the trust of entrusting each other with their backs.

So, when he caught a glimpse of a zombie in tattered overalls, covered in blood, roaring and lunging at a small, thin figure from the corner of his eye to the right, he was immediately alerted.

Jiang Sicheng didn't even pause in his steps.

This kind of scenario is all too common.

He calmly assessed the situation.

The distance was manageable, there was only one zombie, and the girl's location did not directly affect his current search path.

He looked away, preparing to move on to the next area.

However, in that fleeting glance, his gaze lingered for half a second.

The girl, instead of collapsing in terror and screaming or closing her eyes to await death like most people would, rolled sharply to the side, dodging the zombie's clumsy claws and bites.

Although her movements were clumsy, she succeeded.

She rolled to the side and struggled to stand up.

Jiang Sicheng saw her clearly. She was very young, probably not even twenty years old. Her face was so dirty that her original skin color was unrecognizable. Only her eyes shone brightly in the dim light, filled with fear.

But more than anything, it was... an almost overwhelming will to survive.

Her pants were soaked in blood from the knees to her thighs, and her elbows were also scraped, with blood flowing down her thin arms.

She winced in pain, her body trembling uncontrollably. Biting her lower lip, she braced herself against the wall with one hand, trying to stand up little by little with extreme difficulty.

Like a wild grass that stubbornly grows out of a crack in a cliff, its stems and leaves may be battered and broken by wind and rain, but its roots cling tightly to the barren soil, striving to grow tenaciously and aggressively towards even the faintest ray of sunlight.

Vibrant, lively, and indomitable.

Jiang Sicheng paused slightly in his steps.

Not out of pity, but because... we are different.

The apocalypse is like a giant meat grinder, grinding away the will of too many people.

He had witnessed too much death and too many people choosing to end their own lives in the face of despair.

In the initial chaos, with rescue efforts delayed and the city besieged by zombies, many people ended their lives before they could even become monsters.

Jumping off buildings, cutting wrists, overdosing on pills...

Jiang Sicheng didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

It is a human right to retain a shred of dignity in the face of an inevitable tragic end.

But what if everyone thought that way?

Then this world will truly never see the dawn again.

There have to be someone who, even if covered in blood and with broken bones, grits their teeth and crawls out of hell.

Even climbing an inch is still climbing.

There was still a spark of life in her eyes.

In a post-apocalyptic world filled with death and decay, this is a rare and remarkable occurrence.

In that brief half-second pause, the zombie had already turned around and was roaring as it lunged at the girl who had just managed to stand up and was swaying precariously.

This time, facing the zombies, she had no time to react and was powerless to dodge.

Jiang Sicheng gently raised his arm, lifted the gun, aimed, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang--!"

_

Chen Su's performance after joining the team exceeded Jiang Sicheng's initial expectations.

He witnessed her growth.

Chen Su is not a naturally gifted player.

With low physical fitness, zero fighting skills, and almost no knowledge of firearms, the fear in his eyes was impossible to hide when facing zombies.

But she has an almost obsessive tenacity.

His training plan was rigorous, but she never complained. Every time she fell, she would grit her teeth, get up without a sound, and her eyes, besides the pain, showed an even stronger stubbornness that refused to admit defeat.

She learns slowly, but remembers very well, and rarely makes the same mistake twice after it has been corrected.

Sweat soaked through her training clothes, mixed with mud and the occasional blood seeping from scrapes.

Her growth rate gradually increased along a steady and solid trajectory.

After achieving a certain milestone, a pure and bright smile, tinged with a touch of pride, often appeared on her face.

Like a ray of sunshine suddenly breaking through on a gloomy day.

Her growth transformed Song Yi from initial indifference to later amazement, and finally into genuine admiration.

He Yunfan's gaze towards her now held a greater degree of professional recognition.

Her value no longer lies in her special bloodline, but in the strength that Chen Su, as an individual, forged day after day with her sweat, scars, and unwavering will.

She earned the heartfelt respect and acceptance of her team members through her own efforts.

Jiang Sicheng's gaze began to linger on her more and more unconsciously.

After she completed a series of difficult tactical maneuvers, her forehead was soaked with sweat and stuck to her face, but she gave Song Yi a bright and triumphant smile.

After she was knocked down by the sparring partner, she lay on the ground panting heavily, her eyes fixed on the sky, unwillingly reflecting on where she had gone wrong.

Seeing her finish her guard duty, curled up in her sleeping bag, clutching a compressed biscuit, eating it slowly and carefully, her eyebrows and eyes relaxed, like a kitten that had finally found a safe corner to rest contentedly.

She is a very simple person in some ways.

A hot meal, a good night's sleep, and an encouraging look from a companion are enough to bring genuine satisfaction and joy to her eyes.

In the apocalypse, this simple joy is almost a luxury, and... it is exceptionally infectious.

She was a wild grass.

But there are millions of kinds of wild grass in the world.

Each plant is different in shape, resilience, and growth posture.

She is the special one.

Resilient, vibrant, simple, and easily satisfied, she forcefully paints out her own vigorous vitality on a backdrop of despair.

This vitality attracted him silently.

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However, Chen Su always maintained a clear boundary with him.

She and Song Yi were about the same age and both had outgoing personalities, so they quickly became friends. During training breaks, they would play around, share food and water, and the atmosphere was relaxed and harmonious.

She and He Yunfan could also chat easily. He Yunfan's professionalism and calmness made her trust him, and the two could talk for a long time about wound treatment.

Chen Su always seemed reserved when she was with him.

He didn't say much, and his eyes lacked the relaxed and smiling look he had when facing Song Yi and He Yunfan; instead, they held more reverence, and even... a hint of tension and evasion.

She would carry out his every instruction, but rarely took the initiative to get close, let alone show the carefree smile she did to Song Yi.

Jiang Sicheng could sense that invisible distance.

At first, he didn't care and even thought it was a good thing.

He told himself, "It's okay, let it be."

He is the captain, the trainer, and the decision-maker; he needs to maintain distance and authority.

It's a good thing that she respects him, and it's also beneficial for team management.

But deep down, there seemed to be a lingering sense of dissatisfaction.

He couldn't explain exactly what he was dissatisfied with.

_

However, Chen Su and Song Yi's unusual behavior after returning from the rooftop that night completely shattered the maintained peace.

Chen Su's emotions were clearly off.

She started avoiding him.

It is no longer awe-inspiring restraint, but a clear sense of alienation.

Jiang Sicheng remained calm, assigning tasks and directing operations as usual.

But only he knew that in a corner of his heart, this sudden estrangement caused him confusion, restlessness, and unease.

He had asked Song Yi in private.

Song Yi scratched his head, repeating the conversation from that night with a blank expression. It was nothing more than watching the sunset, reflecting on life, and comforting him about his bottleneck. There was nothing wrong with the words.

It's not Song Yi's problem, and it's even less likely that He Yunfan is the one to blame.

That's his problem.

When the night is deep and quiet, and it's time for him to keep watch or rest alone, Jiang Sicheng will unconsciously review all the details of the past few days.

Was he too harsh on her during training, hurting her self-esteem?

Did you overlook her feelings when assigning tasks?

Was there anything I said that was too harsh and caused her to misunderstand?

He believed he had always acted fairly and had not been particularly harsh on her.

I can't think of anything.

Completely clueless.

The feeling of being deliberately avoided and neglected by her was like fine sand grinding against my heart; it wasn't intense, but it brought a constant sense of unease.

He tried to convince himself rationally that she might just be in a bad mood or need to deal with some emotions on her own.

Giving team members appropriate space is a quality of a qualified leader.

"It's alright, let's leave it at that."

He said it to himself again.

But this time, those words lost their power to comfort.

He found himself unable to accept this situation.

He couldn't accept her deliberate avoidance, couldn't accept that the only thing left in her gaze was distant politeness, and couldn't accept that an invisible wall had been built between them.

This can't be allowed to continue like this.

_

The decision to break the deadlock came at the moment she tried to escape again by the fire.

Her panic, her stubbornness, her reddened eyes, and the tears she held back all stretched him to his limit.

Then came the difficult conversation, her tearful questioning, and her bewilderment and pain regarding her own worth and the secrets of her blood.

When she asked him why he had kept her in the first place.

A vague guess instantly became clear.

She knew something.

About her blood, about his original purpose.

There were only three people in the know, and he and He Yunfan couldn't possibly say that Song Yi that night... perhaps he inadvertently revealed something.

Then, recalling Chen Su's occasional moment of distraction during physical contact with Song Yi, and her stiffness and abnormal reactions when he approached her during combat training.

She always seemed to be able to sense changes in emotions, and her warnings were exceptionally accurate and timely...

The answer is obvious.

She may possess some kind of psychic ability; at the very least, she may be able to detect strong thoughts and ideas at close range.

This realization weighed heavily on his heart, but he felt mostly relieved.

My heart felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand; amidst the dull pain, I strangely felt a sense of relief.

So that's where the problem lies.

The secret being revealed may not be a bad thing.

Especially when she was tormented and doubting herself because of that secret.

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Those words of explanation were the longest he had ever spoken, and the ones he was least adept at.

He tried to clarify the difference between his initial intention and his later actions, trying to tell her that her value was far more than the blood on her body; her resilience, hard work, and growth were the real reasons why his gaze lingered on her.

He handed her the choice, along with the possibility of his thoughts being spied on.

Her honesty brought her torrent of tears and the vulnerability that finally revealed her, as she shed all pretense.

At that moment, Jiang Sicheng felt that even if she hated him, blamed him, hit him, or cursed him, it would be a thousand times better than her previous cold indifference.

He clumsily wiped away her tears, letting her lean on his shoulder to vent, feeling her complete trust and reliance.

She cried out all her grievances and confusion, and finally fell into a deep sleep in his arms.

The energy transfer relieved her headache, and he gently picked her up and carried her back to the room.

Gently place it on the bed and cover it with a blanket.

My fingertips brushed against her damp eyelashes, the touch slightly cool.

He stood by the bed for a long time, gazing at her finally relaxed sleeping face in the dim light filtering in from the window.

Lacking the resilience and occasional tension of the day, she appeared exceptionally serene, even somewhat vulnerable.

Her brows were slightly furrowed, and the tear stains at the corners of her eyes were still wet.

This was the first time he had ever seen her cry so fiercely and so unreservedly.

He hoped it would be the last time.

He said to himself silently.

He got up, left, and gently closed the door behind him.