Moli had actually been feeling unwell since that morning.
He was a cat—of course he couldn’t say where it hurt, and he had no awareness of “feeling unwell” to express.
Cats have tremendous endurance.
When Jiang Cheng was about to go out, Moli still followed her as usual despite feeling off.
There was no danger on this trip.
Occasional wandering zombies on the roadside—these days, even humans in armor didn’t take them seriously anymore.
On the way back, Moli felt worse—his head was foggy and heavy.
Li Jiangbing tried to play with him, but he didn’t respond.
Li Jiangbing even said: “Sleeping all day in broad daylight.”
What did he know—cats were supposed to sleep more and sunbathe during the day!
Moli, dazed, wanted to swipe at him with a claw but couldn’t even lift his paw.
When the first “earthquake” hit, he sensed something was wrong before any of them.
He wanted to warn Jiang Cheng but couldn’t open his mouth.
Then came the vehicle flipping, the spreading explosions, heat pouring in from all directions.
All the humans got out of the vehicle.
Moli didn’t.
He was still trapped under the vehicle.
Actually, he wasn’t really trapped—with a small cat’s body, the space was quite roomy.
He just couldn’t move. He wanted to burst out, but it felt like he was just a tiny bit short.
The vehicle exploded.
Warm—so warm, so comfortable. His fur opened, greedily absorbing the heat.
His body seemed to be growing.
He hated Wu Jiancheng—putting out the fire too fast.
Forcing him to curl and stretch under the vehicle body, energy soaking through his whole body, and it took a while before he finally felt his body was fully open and comfortable.
Then he heard everyone shouting “Moli—”, “Moli, where are you—”
Right here.
“Did he get thrown out the window when the vehicle flipped?”
No, right here.
“No way—Moli’s so strong.”
Yes, I’m this strong.
…
…Why can I completely understand what they’re saying?
Moli slowly opened his eyes. Through the gap, he could see everyone’s shoes walking back and forth.
Yes—completely understood.
Not like the telepathic link with Jiang Cheng.
Not just recognizing simple sounds and actions.
Complete, clear understanding.
“Moli~”
“Moli—”
Everyone was still calling.
Jiang Cheng was also calling through the telepathic link: [Moli, where are you?]
Moli replied through the telepathic link: [Under the vehicle.]
Jiang Cheng froze, then whirled around: “Moli’s under the vehicle!”
Li Jiangbing exclaimed: “Is he hurt from being crushed?! Cui Haiyang, Cui Haiyang!”
Why call Cui Haiyang—I can get out myself.
Moli tried to lift the vehicle with his head but felt it wasn’t quite right. Instinctively, he raised both front paws, bracing against the vehicle body from below, and with effort, lifted it up.
Li Jiangbing had called for Cui Haiyang. Cui Haiyang jogged over to disassemble the vehicle body and find Moli.
Before he could even touch the vehicle, it suddenly shifted.
Everyone shouted: “Wait!”
Cui Haiyang stepped back.
“That’s Moli, right?”
“Of course it is!”
Today they’d been driving a sixteen-seat minibus.
The vehicle weighed roughly 3.6 to 4 tons.
That weight—aside from Moli, no one could imagine who else could lift it.
Sure enough, Moli was under the vehicle. Sure enough, Moli was fine.
Of course—he was that strong.
Everyone stepped back, waiting for Moli to grow large, lift the vehicle, and crawl out himself.
A vehicle weighing several tons was lifted up.
Moli clearly saw everyone. Every single person was so familiar to him.
When they approached him, he didn’t even need to distinguish them by smell—just by listening to the sound of their footsteps, he could tell who each one was.
He opened his mouth and called to the most important person: “Jiang Cheng.”
But Jiang Cheng didn’t respond to him.
She stared at him without even blinking.
Everyone was like that—staring at him without blinking.
As if they’d forgotten the flames filling the streets and the explosions crackling in the distance like firecrackers.
They just stared at him.
What was going on?
Moli suddenly exerted force and flipped the vehicle behind him. With a thunderous crash, it sent up a shower of debris and dust.
He habitually wanted to lick his paw—but what he saw was a hand. Skin white as snow, distinct knuckles, long slender fingers… a hand.
Moli froze.
He raised his other paw—also a hand.
Only then did Moli realize he was standing on his hind legs, just like Jiang Cheng and the others.
He seemed to have a new transformation form.
He had to show Jiang Cheng quickly.
“Jiang Cheng!” He called her name happily and ran toward her.
“Holy shit, stop!”
Finally someone snapped out of the shock. Li Jiangbing rushed forward to block this stark-naked pervert.
“Stop! There are women here! Holy shit!”
Li Jiangbing quickly took off his shirt, bent down, and tied it around the person’s waist. He even carefully pulled it down a bit, afraid something inappropriate might show.
Then he stepped back and looked at this person who had appeared out of nowhere.
Actually, today the only woman was Jiang Cheng.
Zhang Lesi was the doctor and had to stay home for consultations—she rarely went out with them.
Su Yu was on duty taking care of the little kids today.
Today the team had been streamlined, but according to the five-element principle, each element should have one superpower user following Jiang Cheng. Zhao Yi, being the technical type, had to go. Sister Pan, also an earth-type, hadn’t come.
Gao Yuxuan was stunned: “Who are you? Where did you come from?”
He asked what was in everyone’s hearts.
Because standing before them, having lifted a vehicle weighing several tons, was not the giant Moli they had imagined.
The overcast sky had a bleak, desolate feel. The firelight all around added to the eerie atmosphere.
In this gloomy, bizarre scene, standing before everyone was a handsome youth.
He looked eighteen or nineteen—very young. Actually, he was at a blurred boundary between “adolescent” and “young man.”
Not only was his face delicate and handsome, but his shoulders, back, and waist were lean and well-proportioned. His body, full of a sense of power, was almost perfect—like a marble sculpture.
If one had to find a flaw, it was that the skin all over his body was too pale. Even paler than many girls.
If such a youth were neatly dressed with a bit of taste, walking down the street, he would be an idol star.
But right now, everyone looked at him like he was an idiot.
Because how could a normal person stand stark naked in the middle of the road, facing so many people’s gazes without a shred of embarrassment?
The only thing on his entire body was Li Jiangbing’s shirt tied around his waist.
The youth’s eyes were clear, as if he didn’t understand why these familiar people were looking at him like this, keeping their distance.
Fortunately, Jiang Cheng stepped forward. She gazed at him for a moment, then walked up to him.
The youth brightened. He opened his arms and hugged Jiang Cheng, draping himself entirely over her shoulder, his arms dangling loosely across her back.
Li Jiangbing: “Hey hey hey hey!!!”
Gao Yuxuan was stunned. He turned his head and glanced at Zhao Yi—Zhao Yi was also turning to look at him.
The two, in perfect mutual understanding, both showed incredulous expressions in their eyes.
Without prior agreement, they both grabbed Li Jiangbing, who was about to rush forward.
Li Jiangbing tried to shake them off: “Let go—that hooligan…”
“Jiangbing, it’s fine.” Jiang Cheng reached out and hugged the young boy, letting him release her, then turned around to face everyone and introduced them: “This is Moli.”
Li Jiangbing froze.
Everyone’s mouths fell open.
—
Tech District.
The surrounding flames had all been extinguished, including those on the upper floors and in the ground-level pipelines.
All pipelines that could be severed had been cut off.
They’d also called the leaders of several other residential compounds. This side had already organized some metal-types and earth-types to go along the route, cutting off pipelines as they went. Fire-types headed over there to assist with firefighting.
There was nothing to be done for those who had already died—most had died instantly in the explosion.
As for the injured, as long as they were carried to Zhang Lesi before taking their last breath, they were all saved.
Zhang Lesi couldn’t move now.
Zhang Lesi had scared everyone this time.
The little kids had been entrusted to others first. Su Yu was now staying by her side constantly.
Now that things had settled down for the moment, Song Jingshuo called Jiang Cheng and briefly explained the situation: “Zhang Lesi is not in life-threatening danger now. Tell Zhao Yi not to worry.”
He also asked: “How are you guys?”
Jiang Cheng: “The vehicle got flipped by the blast. We found another one. Only, um…”
Song Jingshuo: “What is it?”
“Hard to say.” Jiang Cheng said. “There’s a small situation. I’ll tell you when we get back.”
Half an hour later, Jiang Cheng and the others returned.
Zhao Yi came running over: “Where’s Lesi?”
“Over there.” Song Jingshuo pointed for him. “She’s not in life-threatening danger now, don’t worry…”
The rest was completely wasted—Zhao Yi had already sprinted over.
Now no one dared stay inside the buildings.
Everyone stayed in the courtyard.
Someone had carried a mattress from an empty first-floor apartment for Zhang Lesi to lie on. Others brought bedding to cover her.
Sister Pan erected a small three-walled shelter to block the wind for her.
Su Yu was looking after her. She’d already wiped the blood off her face, but didn’t dare touch her eyes.
Su Yu hadn’t gone to the neighboring compound and hadn’t seen it firsthand, but she’d heard others talk about it.
She was someone who had trained her superpower hard in private. She knew very well how painful it was to reach the point where your eyeballs hurt.
Almost everyone who trained hard would stop at that point, not daring to push further.
She couldn’t imagine what it felt like to have your eyeballs burst.
Zhao Yi rushed over. Su Yu quickly yielded her spot to him, instructing: “Don’t touch her eyes.”
She stepped back and watched from a distance.
Zhao Yi sat on a small stool, looking at Zhang Lesi, who lay with her eyes closed under the blanket.
Zhang Lesi was a high-energy person with a strong personality. He’d never seen her this weak, her face the color of gold paper.
Zhao Yi carefully held her hand.
Zhang Lesi stirred, her voice hoarse: “Zhao Yi?”
Zhao Yi: “It’s me. Are—are you still in pain?”
Zhang Lesi grinned, eyes closed, not answering whether it hurt.
She only said: “Zhao Yi, I’m so badass!”
“I know. You’re as badass as a manga heroine.” As Zhao Yi spoke, tears fell.
Zhang Lesi mocked him hoarsely: “Crying like a baby…”
—
On the other side, Song Jingshuo briefed Jiang Cheng on the specific situation and all his various handling measures and arrangements.
Jiang Cheng nodded: “Thank goodness you were here. Good work.”
At this point, Song Jingshuo’s gaze couldn’t help drifting over: “Who’s this?”
A rather handsome young man—just odd.
There was a clear stupidity in his eyes.
He wore an iron vest on his upper body and a skirt-style iron armor on his lower body.
You could tell that underneath this iron armor, he was probably naked.
He was even barefoot, standing directly on the ground.
Jiang Cheng paused, then didn’t answer. Instead she said: “You two stand back to back and compare heights. See if you’re about the same.”
Sure enough, about the same.
Jiang Cheng entrusted the youth to him: “Find him a couple sets of your clothes for now, as an emergency.”
Li Jiangbing, Gao Yuxuan, and a few others came back after seeing Zhang Lesi. They grabbed Song Jingshuo and dragged him off: “Come on, come on—let’s find him clothes first. We’ll tell you who he is in a bit.”
At Song Jingshuo’s home, Cui Haiyang “removed” the shame-covering iron skirt armor from the youth.
Li Jiangbing pushed him into the shower and turned on the hot water to wash him.
The hot water formed a swirling column. They even shampooed the youth’s hair. After washing his head, they casually scratched his chin.
The youth tilted his neck up and let them.
Both of them were completely practiced at this.
They dried him off with a big bath towel and wrapped him up to come out.
Several people bustled about, dressing him in clothes Song Jingshuo had found—including underwear.
When everything was finally sorted, Song Jingshuo held his chin and half his face, looking at this innocent youth squatting on his sofa, chest pressed to knees, both hands resting on the fronts of his feet. He still couldn’t fully digest the information he’d just received—
“You’re saying… this is Moli?”
Song Jingshuo rubbed his face and asked: “How did you guys accept this?”
How did you accept it so smoothly?
A cat turned into a human.
This was even more illogical than a cat turning into something the size of a house.
This question—actually, back in the vehicle, everyone had asked Jiang Cheng the same thing: “Did you know he could turn into a human?”
Jiang Cheng denied it: “No. This should be the first time.”
“Then how are you so calm?”
Jiang Cheng looked out the window and countered: “Right now, is there anything left that can’t be accepted?”
Outside the window, the streets were filled with towering flames.
The city was burning.
It looked like a scene from hell.
Compared to this, a kitten just turning into a human form was nothing.
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