I was transported by the 100-ton Wang Chuangfei and became a plasma spark spirit?

I was transported by the 100-ton Wang Chuangfei and became a plasma spark spirit?

Author: Dao

Introduction:

Li Qingyang transmigrated and, in order to save a little girl in a red dress, was violently blasted away by the front of a hundred-ton truck.

When he awoke again, he found himself lying in a dark alleyway of another world, with an inexhaustible supply of light within him...

What a cliché plot twist!

Wait, I won't redeem...

Now that I think about it, it's like that little girl in the red dress has no shadow at all.

Wait...

Spatial vortex? Monster disaster?

A bob-haired girl named Kato Megumi in a monster disaster containment facility?

what?

How come that gentleman was pecked to death by Patton so quickly?

No, we must strike immediately!

...What does it mean that Zoffy became the Plasma Spark Ultra Force?

Am I a humanoid plasma spark?

Main text: Prologue - Don't go near the little girl with the balloon, or you'll become unlucky!

The glass door of the convenience store closed gently behind me with a dull thud.

The afternoon sun was dazzling, making the asphalt road slightly hot.

Li Qingyang unscrewed the cap of the iced tea bottle he had just bought, glanced casually at the street, and then his eyes widened.

A little girl in a red dress is holding a thin string in her hand, at the other end of which is a bright red balloon.

She was walking slowly in the middle of the road, seemingly oblivious to the world around her.

However, the next moment, a piercing horn suddenly tore through the air.

A huge trailer truck was turning from the street corner, its speed undiminished; the driver clearly hadn't expected anyone to be in the middle of the road.

The brakes screech was sharp and piercing, and the tires emitted a burnt smell as they rubbed against the ground.

But the distance was too close.

"My grass!"

A sense of dread mixed with horror welled up in Li Qingyang's heart, and the curse almost slipped out of his mouth.

He didn't even have time to think about his survival rule of "it's better to mind your own business than to get involved in other people's affairs."

The body's instincts react before the brain does.

The hand holding the beverage bottle suddenly clenched tightly, the bottle body was slightly deformed by the squeeze.

He leaped off the ground almost simultaneously, creating a gust of wind.

His facial expression became ferocious due to the sudden outburst.

There was only one target: that tiny red figure appearing exceptionally small in the enormous shadow.

next moment.

"boom!"

A dull, teeth-grinding sound of flesh colliding rang out, fleeting as an illusion.

The bright red balloon slipped from my hand, swaying gently as it drifted alone into the gray-white sky.

…………

Okay, that's the end of the story. This story teaches us that if you see a little girl in red holding balloons on the street, you absolutely have to go out of your way...

Kidding.

(?_?)……

The intense pain felt like a red-hot iron rod, piercing deep into the brain.

Li Qingyang twitched suddenly, his brows furrowing tightly.

He struggled to open his heavy eyelids, his blurry vision focusing.

Before me lay a narrow, filthy alley, the air thick with the strange stench of rotting garbage mixed with rust.

The ground beneath them was cold and damp, and the sticky feeling seeped into their skin through their tattered clothes.

He lowered his head.

The clothes were torn into strips, mixed with dark red bloodstains.

His body was covered in hideous wounds, as if he had been gnawed by wild beasts.

Fresh blood was still gushing out, pooling into a small puddle beneath him, its color glaringly bright.

His left hand was twisted at an odd angle, and the bone fragments seemed about to pierce through his flesh.

The excruciating pain struck again, and my vision blurred in waves, almost causing me to lose consciousness once more.

Oh shit.

Li Qingyang gritted his teeth, the rusty taste of blood filling his mouth, feeling both relieved and speechless.

He went head-to-head with the 100-ton king and didn't turn into a pile of minced meat on the spot. I really don't know if he was just lucky or if the goddess of fate gave him a helping hand.

But it seems that's where it ends.

Blood was gushing from his entire body; if this continued, he wouldn't be able to report to the King of Hell for the rest of his life in just a few minutes.

Holy crap, what happened to that little girl?

Li Qingyang tried to move his body to get up and look around, but even just changing his position slightly caused his muscles to tense up instantly from the intense pain, and cold sweat soaked his forehead.

It's been sent. Judging from this, at least 80% of his ribs are damaged, and his spine is probably in bad shape too, because he can't feel his lower body...

Holy crap! Who the hell can move this?!

Where's the ambulance?

Logically, if he survived the attack, shouldn't he be in the ICU when he wakes up? Why is he lying in this run-down alley?

Was his body dumped or what?

Li Qingyang's fingers trembled as he tried to pull his phone out of his pocket, but he found nothing.

Oh no, my phone has flown off somewhere.

Despair, like a cold tide, began to engulf his consciousness.

Just then.

A faint light suddenly shone from his chest without warning.

It started as a tiny spark, but quickly spread.

A soft halo enveloped his entire body.

The light carried an indescribable warmth, and wherever it passed, the tearing pain was gently soothed and quickly subsided.

The coldness disappeared, replaced by the comfort of being immersed in warm water.

"???"

Li Qingyang stared wide-eyed at himself, completely dumbfounded as he looked at himself shining like a giant light bulb.

What's happening here?

A final burst of energy before death?

That's not how it's supposed to be returned, is it?

The thought had barely formed when an irresistible wave of dizziness suddenly gripped him.

The world spun around.

It felt as if the whole world had been thrown into a washing machine.

When his consciousness returned, the scene before him had completely changed.

He found himself becoming...transparent?

He transformed into a wisp of thin smoke, floating in the boundless void, surrounded by profound darkness above, below, left, and right.

The sensation of the body disappeared, leaving only pure consciousness.

Where is this place?

He looked around blankly, trying to understand the situation.

Just then, a light appeared at the end of the line of sight.

The light was gentle yet incredibly dazzling, like the rising sun, instantly dispelling the endless darkness.

The light spread at an astonishing speed, reaching him in an instant and completely enveloping his consciousness.

An indescribable feeling of comfort spread to every corner of my consciousness.

Like a drifting boat finally returning to harbor, or like an infant curled up in its mother's arms.

Warm, safe, and peaceful.

He was so engrossed in it that he almost forgot to think, wanting only to bask in the light forever.

Gradually, he became one with the light; the light was him, and he was the light…

I don't know how much time passed.

Consciousness rises as if from deep water.

Li Qingyang opened his eyes again.

It was still that dark alleyway that smelled of mildew.

He sat up abruptly and looked down at his body.

The clothes were still tattered and stained with dried blood.

But the skin was intact, and those gruesome wounds had vanished without a trace.

The twisted left hand was restored to its original state, moving freely without any pain.

It was as if the previous serious injury was just a nightmare.

What about the light from just now?

That incredibly warm light just now was definitely not some kind of hallucination before death.

Li Qingyang sat there, his mind a jumbled mess, trying to sort things out.

He lowered his head, opened his left hand, moved his fingers, and confirmed that his hand was indeed intact.

If that light was real...

where does it come from

Did it heal itself?

The moment the thought crossed his mind, a familiar warmth welled up from deep within his chest without warning.

A warm current flowed silently down my arm.

The next moment, a soft light appeared out of thin air above his outstretched right palm.

The light was not dazzling, but like a small, warm sun, radiating a faint warmth and dispelling the slight chill and dampness in the alley.

The surrounding stench of decay seemed to be somewhat purified by the light.

"..."

Li Qingyang froze, his eyes wide open, staring intently at the unscientific light in his palm.