Apocalyptic Charity Plan [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 6

Jiang Fanxing barely managed to dodge the blast, nearly catching himself in the explosion. Once he reached safety, he turned back to look at the villa engulfed in flames, his racing heart gradually slowing. His hands were trembling, so he condensed a handful of water to wash them clean. Under the moonlight, his green skin shone, untouched by any filth.

Feeling dizzy from the adrenaline, he leaned his left hand against his forehead and pressed his right hand to his chest, taking deep breaths until his heart finally calmed. The blaze would burn for a while longer. Having promised the child food, Jiang Fanxing stood at a distance, quietly waiting for the fire to die down.

Two hours later, the fire finally subsided. Crunch. Jiang Fanxing accidentally stepped on a charred piece of wood. He quickly sidestepped, only to find himself face-to-face with several burnt corpses. His pupils contracted. He hurriedly looked away, forcing himself to ignore the remains. Holding a flashlight in one hand and a thick metal pipe in the other, he stepped cautiously into the living room. He used the pipe to push obstacles aside as he navigated the sea of wreckage until he reached a bedroom.

To his surprise, someone was still alive. It was Li Dazao, the man who had insulted him earlier. Li Dazao had lost a leg and an arm in the blast, and shards of ceramic were embedded deep in his torso. Dark, clotted blood pooled on the floor. Based on the size of the ceramic shards, Jiang Fanxing guessed they had severed the man’s intestines. Li Dazao let out a weak moan, his pain so intense that he wished for death. Through his haze, he heard footsteps and lifted his head, locking eyes with Jiang Fanxing. Seeing those familiar eyes in the moonlight, his chaotic mind finally clicked into place. The explosion had not been an accident.

“Bitch”

Li Dazao’s eyes filled with venomous hatred. He tried to reach out and choke Jiang Fanxing, but his strength failed him, and he died from sheer rage. Jiang Fanxing gave him a look of disgust, shoved him aside with the metal pipe, and bypassed the pool of blood to enter the bedroom.

The coal dust had primarily settled in the living room, so the bedroom remained relatively intact. On the table sat a bottle of mineral water and some snack wafers. Jiang Fanxing’s eyes lit up; he grabbed a cloth bag and swept the items into it. The room smelled of coal smoke, soot, and acrid sweat, but he suppressed his revulsion to search every corner. He eventually found three bottles of mineral water and numerous small snacks. A group of men living here surely had more, so he searched the kitchen, where he noticed a pot sitting on the stove.

He peered inside and was nearly sick. The bones in the pot were human arms and legs. These bastards were cannibals. Any lingering guilt Jiang Fanxing felt about the killing vanished instantly; these scumbags deserved to die. After retching, he searched the kitchen and found a basement entrance hidden beneath a cabinet and floor tiles. Using his flashlight, he revealed a basement full of supplies. There were several cases of mineral water and, aside from snacks, large quantities of shriveled potatoes and cabbage.

Jiang Fanxing grabbed a few snacks for quick energy and replaced the tiles. He decided to wait until tomorrow to move the child and the supplies to a more secure location. After burying the human remains, he returned to the cellar.

Li Zhenyang, having regained a little strength, had crawled from the floor to lean against the wall. He stared stubbornly into the darkness, waiting. When light finally pierced the gloom, he saw Jiang Fanxing and let out a sigh of relief. Jiang Fanxing approached and handed him the bag of food. “Here.”

Li Zhenyang’s eyes brimmed with tears at the sight of the familiar snack packaging. “Thank you, big brother.”

“Stop talking,” Jiang Fanxing urged, handing him a bottle of water. Li Zhenyang drank greedily, nearly choking, before Jiang Fanxing handed him a melted chocolate bar. Seeing the boy eat, Jiang Fanxing felt a sense of relief, though his mood darkened when 110 informed him he had only earned 50 Merit Points. Saving one person was worth 50 points, but when he asked 110 about the upgrade requirements, his blood turned cold.

Level 2 required 10,000 points, Level 3 required 100,000, and it scaled up to a trillion for Level 6. Furthermore, 110 dropped a bombshell: “Reminder: The system can only upgrade once per world. In this world, activating it counts as the first upgrade; it cannot be upgraded again.”

Jiang Fanxing felt a wave of despair. If he could only swap for organelles in this world, he was stuck with this green skin forever. He realized the system had deliberately withheld this information to force him into doing missions. What a demonic trap!

Li Zhenyang, noticing Jiang Fanxing’s dark expression, trembled. “Big brother, are you angry because I ate too much?” He feared being abandoned to die again.

Jiang Fanxing took a deep breath, forcing himself to remain calm. “It is not your fault. Eat as much as you need, do not be afraid.”

“Thank you, big brother.”

Exhausted from grinding coal all afternoon, Jiang Fanxing spread out his sleeping bag. “It is late. Sleep. We will move you somewhere else tomorrow.”

By the next morning, Jiang Fanxing had washed off the soot in the cellar and changed into a clean suit he found in a house prepared for a wedding. He decided to help the other survivors at the village entrance, not out of charity, but to earn more points. He could sense underground water beneath the dried up riverbed, but it was seven or eight meters down. He would not dig it himself, but he could guide the others to it.

He walked to the village entrance. The survivors were gaunt, numb, and near death. They looked at the green skinned stranger with terror, but their expressions turned to one of shock when Jiang Fanxing announced: “I know where there is underground water. If you want to live, come with me and dig.”

They were too weak to stand, and they initially stared in despair. But when Jiang Fanxing added, “If you are willing to save yourselves, I will provide some water to give you the strength to start,” a glimmer of hope finally broke through their apathy.