Chapter 328 - 250: Another Day of Not Sleeping Well

Chapter 328: Chapter 250: Another Day of Not Sleeping Well

Lin Fan idly stroked Su Qing as she lay in his arms, his eyes scanning their health bars.

On the small bed below them, Chu Zhaozhao was back to her usual chaotic sleeping posture. Her collar was askew, pulled down to her shoulder, and one foot hung in the air as if she were about to kick someone in her dream.

His mind drifted for a moment. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he mentally slapped his forehead.

’Ye Qingzhou’s health bar turned green... Does that mean she can become an Awakened One just by drinking my blood and eating a crystal?’

Even if it just improved her physical condition, it would give her a better ability to protect herself, so she wouldn’t be as squishy as she is now.

’I’ve been so busy making weapons all day, I completely forgot about that.’

’Oh well, tomorrow it is.’

However, that brought a new problem to mind.

’With Ye Qingzhou’s obsessive need to get to the bottom of everything, she would definitely ask: Why did I change after drinking your blood? What’s the scientific principle? Why doesn’t it work for others? I can become an Awakened One just by drinking it? Is it related to the energy structure within the crystal?’

Just imagining the scene gave Lin Fan a headache.

’As for what he’d say when the time came...’

’I’ll just tell her it was some mysterious intuition. If she can figure out why my blood doesn’t work on everyone, I’d actually have to thank her for it.’

As he mulled this over, a few other random thoughts surfaced.

’The spear Ye Qingzhou designed really does have incredible mobility. It’s just a bit hard on the pants.’

With a thought, a black badge appeared in Lin Fan’s hand. He slowly pressed it against the thin blanket covering them.

[Apply Interface Module to current object?]

’It really works.’

’Plus, I have materials like leather, fabric fibers, and rubber in my inventory. That means my earlier idea of using the smallest modules to craft some durable clothes and shoes should be possible. At least I wouldn’t have to change shoes every day from excessive wear and tear.’

’Besides, being able to retract bloodstained clothes into my inventory and pull them out again factory-new... just the thought of it is so convenient...’

’But knowing this system’s bullshit, the bloodstains would probably remain in place. When the clothes disappeared, wouldn’t all that gunk just fall onto my body?’

’I’d still have to take them off first and then store them. Basically, use it like a washing machine.’

’But using a module to make clothes still feels a bit wasteful. I wonder what effect socketing a crystal into a shoe would have. One for Swiftness on the left foot, one for Strength on the right?’

’What about the socks?’

As his thoughts wandered idly, a heavy drowsiness washed over him a few minutes later. Lin Fan closed his eyes, snuggled downward, and burrowed into Su Qing’s embrace before drifting off to sleep.

When he opened his eyes, he was already in mid-air.

The power spear in his hand seemed to possess infinite energy. The pale blue Mach rings multiplied from three to thirty, and the thrust, once violent, became constant and silent.

He flew higher and higher, faster and faster.

The city blocks below turned into matchboxes. The winding boundary river became a glowing line, and the vast, dead city shrank into a mottled patch on the ground.

The whistling of the wind gradually faded.

The deep blue night sky around him began to lose its color, growing deeper and darker until it became a despairing, absolute black.

There was no wind, no gravity.

He floated in a dead, silent void.

A massive planet floated beneath his feet. Once a vibrant blue, it was now mostly shrouded in gray, gloomy clouds, with only a few scattered lights shining like dying embers.

He had become the sole satellite in this orbit, revolving in solitude.

’I’ve really gone too far this time...’ Though Lin Fan was panicking, he hadn’t lost his senses.

He instinctively adjusted his position, aiming the tail of the spear in the opposite direction, hoping to use its reverse thrust to "push" himself back into the atmosphere.

’I want to go back and eat hot pot...’ The thought spurred him to action. He habitually infused the spear with energy, trying to fire it up.

However, the expected roar never came. In the vacuum of space, with no air to act as a medium, the once-violent thruster remained deathly still.

CLANG!

A sharp, metallic clang echoed from deep within the spear’s tail, traveling up the shaft and into his very bones.

There was no thrust.

’What’s happening?’ Lin Fan desperately poured energy into the spear.

CLANG!

The sound grew louder, as if some mischievous imp were hiding in the nozzle, banging on the inner wall of the thruster with a wrench.

’Stop banging and just ignite!’ Lin Fan panicked. He flailed his limbs in the weightlessness, trying to grab onto something, but there was nothing around him. He could only watch helplessly as he drifted farther and farther away from the blue planet, floating toward an endless abyss.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

The sound grew more rapid, more resonant, vibrating through him until he was frantic, until the entire universe seemed to be echoing with it.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

Lin Fan’s eyes shot open again. He was in the enclosed cabin of the RV.

For a moment, the sound seemed to diminish, now coming from somewhere far outside the vehicle.

He let out a long, exhausted breath. The loneliness and suffocating feeling of being abandoned in orbit still lingered in his nerves, making the small, enclosed RV feel unbelievably welcoming.

「Six in the morning.」

He turned over and parted a corner of the curtain to look outside.

In the morning light, across the road, Liu Bin was standing in an open area of the construction site, energetically banging a steel rebar against a thick steel plate hung on a frame.

It was the convoy’s wake-up bell and the signal for breakfast.

Survivors emerged from the various buildings, bowls in hand and eyes still heavy with sleep, lining up for water and food.

The clamor of human voices, the clatter of pots and pans, the distant sounds of the sentries changing guard... These noisy, lively sounds flooded Lin Fan’s ears, washing away the memory of his dead, silent dream.

The nights were filled with danger, so the survivors had to make use of every moment of daylight...

’But *I* don’t have to. They need to get up early to gather supplies, but what’s that got to do with me!’

Lin Fan closed his eyes and lay back down.

But the noise outside was starting to build. Although people deliberately kept their distance from the RV, the sound was still incessant.

Sleep was impossible now. Lin Fan opened his eyes again, turned his head to look at the voluptuous figure with her back to him, and a mischievous idea began to form.

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