The Beautiful Top Being Pursued Relentlessly [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 14

Drip. drip.

Pale blue medicinal liquid fell in a steady stream into a long container. A limp, soft root extended outward, resting weakly against the glass wall, with several droplets of water clinging to the bud at its tip.

This root was as thick as a grown man’s arm. Following the root down into the container, one could see a person lying flat within the liquid eyes closed, resting in total silence.

It was Xie Cheng. The arm that had been clawed by the zombie had transformed into a root, and he clearly wasn’t adapting well to being submerged in medicine.

Jiang Yi, looking filthy and somewhat pathetic, knelt on the floor. His eyes, red from crying, were pressed against the glass as he stared longingly at the “Immortal” soaking inside, not uttering a word.

“Truly strange”

The man standing beside Jiang Yi stared at his notebook, deep in thought. Dressed in all white, he was Dr. Ming, the head of the Rising Sun Base’s specialized laboratory for zombie virus research.

Since the day the zombie hoard attacked and caused Xie Cheng to collapse from his injuries, Jiang Yi had gone on a killing spree. The fury had triggered a massive surge in his power, making him the second Level 4 ability user after Xiao Yu. The new path he’d carved back to the base had been a sea of rolling flames; even now, the scent of scorched earth hadn’t dissipated.

Afterward, Jiang Yi had ditched Xiao Yu and Xu Le, dragging Xie Cheng onto a battered but functional car frame. He floored the accelerator, smashed through the base gates, and stormed into the lab in the middle of the night.

Three days had passed since then.

Jiang Yi’s fingers clawed at the container wall, his lips moving silently as he repeated Xie Cheng’s name.

“It is simply too strange,” Dr. Ming repeated. This time, Jiang Yi looked up at him. “What’s strange?”

“Under normal circumstances, an ability user’s risk of infection is about 50%, and that risk decreases as their level rises.” Dr. Ming adjusted his glasses, the cold lab lights reflecting off the lenses. His tone carried a hint of morbid excitement. “But this man… his ability is bizarre. His probability of infection is exactly 0%.”

He suddenly leaned down, grabbing Jiang Yi’s shoulders with a manic grin. “Do you know what this means? It means his body likely contains the antibody for the virus! I’ll be able to… I’ll be able to develop a vaccine soon!”

Jiang Yi didn’t speak. The moment he heard “his ability is bizarre,” alarm bells started ringing in his head.

He could never let anyone discover that Xie Cheng was an immortal flower.

“You’ve studied yourself into a stupor, haven’t you? What’s so ‘bizarre’ about an ability?” Jiang Yi had stayed in the lab for three days and nights, crying on and off. His voice was now rasping and hoarse.

“What do you know!” Dr. Ming snapped, refusing to accept a rebuttal from the ignorant. “If he submits to my research, he will be a hero of humanity once the vaccine is created!”

“I said. You’re dreaming!”

Jiang Yi lunged upward, slamming a fist into Dr. Ming’s face.

Among all the researchers of the zombie virus, this man was the most pathological and insane Jiang Yi had ever seen. He spent every waking moment fantasizing about human experimentation bloody, cruel, and devoid of any humanity.

Jiang Yi had seen him work. Even when merely dissecting a lab rat, the doctor would turn the entire table into a bloodbath, leaving bits of raw meat splattered everywhere. Jiang Yi had nearly vomited the first time he accidentally walked in.

If the major bases hadn’t strictly forbidden human trials, the entire Rising Sun Base would likely have become Dr. Ming’s personal slaughterhouse.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yi pinned the doctor’s neck and landed another punch. He threatened through heavy breaths, “Don’t even think about it. If you ever say something that disgusting again, I’ll beat you every time I see you!”

Jiang Yi had been suppressing his rage since the zombie ambush. Dr. Ming had simply walked right into his line of fire and a scientist who spent his life in a lab had no way to fight back.

Neither of them noticed that Xie Cheng, inside the container, had quietly opened his eyes.

The pale blue liquid rushed into his eyes with a slight sting. Discomfited, he blinked several times.

Immortal New Lead, you’re finally awake! Are you feeling unwell anywhere?

 222 chimed in.

No.

Xie Cheng used his intent to transform his root-like arm back to human form, his gaze falling on the faint scars remaining on his skin.

Ambushed by zombies, and I even fainted? Flower-Cheng: Unbelievable.

222: Sigh, the flower physique is just too unique. It seems we shouldn’t pick this kind of identity next time.

Xie Cheng: 

Immortal New Lead, I’ve completely changed my view on the villain Jiang Yi. He really is a very, very, very reliable person. I’m so moved, boohoo.

Xie Cheng: 

By the way, New Lead, while you were recovering, let me give you a quick intro.

 222 cleared its throat. The guy Jiang Yi is beating up right now is Xu Le’s ‘Lover No. 1,’ the yandere tycoon Dr. Ming.

And the ones walking toward the lab right now are Lover:

 No. 2 The Pretty Boy, Lover

 No. 3 (The Cold Elite,  Lover

 No. 4 The Sunny Boy, and Lover

 No. 5 The Gloomy One.

Xie Cheng: 

What is this? A meeting for the Harem Council?

***

With a beep, the lab’s sensor doors slid open. Five men of varying styles stood blocked at the entrance, each refusing to budge and subtly distancing themselves from the others.

The golden “protagonist aura” radiating from the five tycoons made 222’s eyes ache. Its mouth fell open. Wow.

Counting the yandere doctor currently being pinned by Jiang Yi, the set of six glittering “Honorary Lovers” was complete. 222 couldn’t help but clap.

Xie Cheng exhaled, a string of bubbles rising from his mouth. He placed his hands on the container wall and sat up amidst the pungent medicinal liquid. The cold air of the room rushed in, eagerly digging into his joints. His lashes quivered slightly as he bunched up his heavy, soaked hair and tossed it behind him.

The blue liquid slid down his neck, making his pale skin look even colder. His gaze was equally frigid like a merman prince surfacing from the depths, full of disdain for the humans he’d heard about in stories.

“Xie Cheng!”

An exuberant shout shattered the brief silence.

Jiang Yi let go of the doctor, wiped his hands on his clothes, and sprinted toward Xie Cheng. He dropped into a sliding kneel, his knees cracking against the hard glass of the container.

“Ow, that hurt,” Jiang Yi muttered under his breath. “My knees were already numb from kneeling so long.”

He rubbed his knees, but when he looked up, his grin was wide. “Xie Cheng, Xie Cheng, Xie Cheng! You’re finally awake! Are you uncomfortable anywhere? Does it hurt?”

So noisy. His head was starting to ache from the din.

Xie Cheng gave him a flat look and tapped his own forehead with a fingertip.

Jiang Yi instantly panicked. He looked left and right before dragging the bruised and battered Dr. Ming up from the floor. “Check him, quickly! He has a headache!”

The doctor lifted two bloodshot eyes; half of his sclera was stained red, and more blood seeped from the corners of his eyes. He let out a heavy cough and promptly fainted.

Jiang Yi let go immediately, and Dr. Ming’s head thudded back onto the floor. Not my fault, Jiang Yi thought.

“This guy really is useless,” Jiang Yi complained loudly. He offered his arm for Xie Cheng to lean on.

Xie Cheng stared at Jiang Yi’s dirty hand for a few seconds. Finding the grime intolerable, his gaze drifted to the right as he fended for himself, stepping out of the container on his own.

He swept a glance over Xu Le’s six lovers, picked up the hem of his soaking wet shirt, and gave it a casual wring. “What are you all doing here?”

His tone was icy. Without further movement, Xie Cheng leaned against the wall, his heels clicking against the base of the container. His tall, relaxed silhouette was reflected in the glass as if this place belonged to him.

The five “Great Men” of the plot gathered their elemental powers, their composed “Alpha” faces twitching for a moment. Their attempts at calm negotiation crumbled into a disorganized mess of voices.

In the cramped space, these voices became a chaotic noise in Xie Cheng’s ears.

“Chirp chirp!” “Chatter chatter!” “Quack quack!”

“Quiet,” Xie Cheng’s voice rang out with absolute clarity. “If you can’t keep your mouths shut, I’ll close them for you.”

A mass of tangled vines burst through the door, binding the ankles of the six lovers. The vines looped over the ceiling rafters and hoisted the men directly into the air.

Xie Cheng flicked the remaining medicinal liquid off his hands and walked calmly beneath the row of “suspended tycoons.”

Nice and tidy.

At the doorway, the arriving members of Jiang Yi’s squad took a sharp intake of breath. Yu Yuyu looked up at them, holding up his ragdoll. “Wow, so many Bulalas.”

Xie Cheng nodded to the squad. He had understood what the “leaky valves” were talking about. Extracting the truth from noise was his specialty.

Word had spread about his immunity to the virus, and some malicious party had spun a narrative out of it. The six lovers had come as “Great Ambassadors of Persuasion.”

Ridiculous. If they were so “great,” why didn’t they sacrifice their own bodies for the cause of science? After all, the birth of a vaccine required strong, lucky “heroes” to lay down their lives.

Xie Cheng was actually taking this well; the erosion of humanity in the apocalypse was an inevitable trend of this dimension. He felt a tug on his hanging hand and looked down to see little Yu Yuyu smiling shyly at him.

Immortal Brother, we will protect you.

Xie Cheng paused, then reached out to pat the fuzzy head of the ragdoll Bulala. “Okay.”

Behind him, Jiang Yi acted with instinctive coordination. Flames suddenly roared to life, licking up the vines toward the struggling lovers. Well, five were struggling; the unconscious doctor stayed still.

Xie Cheng’s back felt a wave of heat, drying his soaked clothes. He turned around to see the “puppy” running toward him with open arms.

Why start a fire so suddenly? How silly.

“Wait”

Before he could finish the sentence, Jiang Yi scooped up his wet Immortal and hoisted him over his shoulder. He took off running out of the lab, his voice loud and clear:

“We’re eloping!”

There was no hesitation, no guilt, and no second-guessing. He was boldly and impatiently announcing to the entire base:

Xie Cheng was the one he loved.

And as for this godforsaken base that even dogs would despise him. Wasn’t  staying. anymore. Hahaha!

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