Ch 184: The Cannon Fodder Won’t Play Along Anymore [QT]

Gu Zhao tried again, only to find that, just like before, whenever he attempted to approach the room, he would inexplicably reappear somewhere else.

In a low voice he said, “This should be Mu Xing’s spatial ability. It seems to be automatically protecting him, not allowing anyone to get close.”

Yu Wei swallowed hard. “So what’s going on now?”

Gu Zhao slowly shook his head. “I’m not sure.”

After a moment of thought, he wondered: Could it be that the ability is fully awakening? The commotion is no small thing.

Qin Ying, also puzzled, asked, “Wasn’t his ability supposed to be spatial teleportation? What’s with all these plants then?”

Though they didn’t appear aggressive for now, the plants had practically covered the entire villa, which, at first glance, was rather terrifying.

While arranging for Yu Wei and Qin Ying to stay on guard, Gu Zhao also began making phone calls. On the one hand, to report the situation to General Tian and the others; on the other hand, to summon more people.

Even though Mu Xing hadn’t shown aggression yet, no one knew if he might lose control later. If anything happened, they had to ensure he could be contained immediately.

Researchers and medical staff were also on the way.

*

Mu Xing slept for two whole days.

When he finally woke up, he felt refreshed and clearer than he ever had since inheriting this body.

A delicate fragrance drifted to his nose. Turning his head in surprise, he saw the window he had left open before sleeping now covered in lush green vines, full of beautiful flowers—species he had never seen before.

Curious, he sat up and leaned closer. To his astonishment, the vines seemed to sense his intent. Like living beings, they extended from the window, winding their way toward his bed, and affectionately brushed against his palm.

The ticklish touch made Mu Xing laugh aloud.

Plop.

A tender green flower dropped from the vine and landed in his hand.

Even though it couldn’t speak, Mu Xing somehow knew—the vine had sensed his wish to see the flower, and so it had brought itself over and offered him one, like a loyal little companion giving a gift to its beloved young master.

Young… master?

Realization struck him. Mu Xing focused inward, observing his body carefully.

The cluster of white energy within him had grown several times stronger than before, meaning his spatial ability had significantly advanced.

But that wasn’t what held his attention.

It was the green glow.

The faint little spark that once had been nearly invisible beside the white energy was now boldly filling every part of his body—his bones, meridians, even his blood and skin all shimmered with emerald light.

In contrast, the much larger white energy seemed pitiful, squeezed into its original place, unable to spread.

Shifting his gaze to the vine in front of him, Mu Xing noticed the same green glow flowing through it.

Resting his chin in his hand, he wondered, puzzled: Could it be that I’ve awakened not only spatial abilities, but also plant-based powers?

And judging by the current situation, his plant abilities were clearly far stronger than his spatial ones.

He tried to recall the original plot. Dual-ability users were rare, but not unheard of.

So what was happening with him? Had he finally awakened completely?

Outside came Gu Zhao’s voice: “Mu Xing? Are you awake?”

Mu Xing finally turned his attention outward.

And at a glance, he realized something was off.

Before, relying on his heightened senses, he could vaguely detect the presence and strength of those nearby.

But now—he saw.

Every plant around him had become his eyes.

Within the range of his perception, any scene the plants could see, he too could see.

The revelation startled him.

This power seemed far too overwhelming.

For instance, at this very moment he noticed crowds surrounding the house. Besides Gu Zhao and the others, there were armed soldiers, researchers in white coats, medical personnel, and even General Tian himself, flanked by two elderly men, all heavily guarded.

Completely clueless about what he had done, Mu Xing looked bewildered.

Still, though he sensed their tension, he felt no hostility.

He got up and opened the door.

The sight that greeted him made him jump. “What happened here?”

The entire corridor—no, the entire villa—was crawling with plants. Many were flowering even though it wasn’t their season, some were plants that shouldn’t bloom at all.

And stranger still: roses sprouted pink wintersweet blossoms, a rose bush on the terrace had grown nearly two meters tall, hung with clusters of crimson bellflowers, and even bore a bright red fruit at the top like a Christmas tree ornament.

The mismatched chaos of blooms somehow looked… beautiful.

At his words, Gu Zhao and the others were left speechless.

Seeing Mu Xing alive and well, Gu Zhao relaxed, though his expression turned strange. “You mean you don’t know what happened?”

Mu Xing shook his head honestly.

Yu Wei looked at him cautiously. “Mu Xing… no, boss, how are you feeling? Any discomfort? Do you feel full of energy? No urges to vent it all out, no irritability or violent impulses, right?”

Mu Xing looked completely baffled.

Seeing his clear and calm expression, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Only then did Mu Xing realize he had been asleep for two full days.

And ever since he had fallen asleep, the plants around the villa had begun to grow wildly, all converging toward his room. His room itself had been strangely inaccessible—no one could approach it at all.

Qin Ying exclaimed, “Just now, all the plants suddenly bloomed at the same time. We guessed you must be about to wake up, so we called out to you—and sure enough, you did.”

There was no denying it. That moment had been grand and breathtaking.

Gu Zhao asked, “Is this your ability? I remember yours was teleportation, space-related. What’s going on with these plants?”

Mu Xing replied, “I think I’ve awakened two abilities. Look.”

As he spoke, he pointed to the thick vines on the wall.

With his gesture, the plants withdrew like a tide, retreating onto the balcony.

In truth, he didn’t need to move at all—just a thought was enough. But this way, it was clearer for the others to see.

“So cool!” Yu Wei’s eyes lit up.

The next moment, his waist tightened—he was suddenly bound by a vine from who-knew-where and hoisted into the air.

Gu Zhao almost instinctively pulled the trigger as he drew his gun, but at the very last second, he suppressed his reflex and fixed his gaze firmly on Mu Xing.

Mu Xing pretended not to notice his action. Controlling the vine, he set Yu Wei back on the ground. “I wanted to test whether I can control them to attack. Seems like I can.”

Big-hearted Yu Wei didn’t feel threatened at all. Instead, his eyes burned with excitement as he stared at Mu Xing. “This is insane! Way too awesome!”

Just then, a voice whispered into Gu Zhao’s ear. He paused, then said, “Mu Xing, Old General Tian wants to speak with you.”

Mu Xing nodded. “Alright.”

Outside, several elders heavily guarded by soldiers entered the room. Their expressions were strange when they saw him.

Old General Tian chuckled warmly. “Xiao Mu, you really gave us old fellows quite a scare this time.”

Mu Xing felt wronged. “I didn’t know it would cause such a commotion. At least no one was hurt.”

As he spoke, he made all the plants return to their original places in front of them. Only the branches that had grown larger couldn’t shrink back, instead bunching up pitifully. Looked like the gardener would have more work to do.

The house was suddenly bright and tidy again, as if the plants had never appeared.

Such a scene was nothing short of astonishing.

Mu Xing keenly noticed the elders now spoke to him with far more caution and respect.

After some conversation, medical staff arrived and took Mu Xing to undergo a thorough physical examination and sampling.

“Mr. Mu,” one researcher said, voice full of excitement as he read off results, “your vision, hearing, and sense of smell are twenty-seven times that of an ordinary human. Your reaction time is thirteen times that of an untrained person. Cellular activity…”

He rattled off a string of data, his tone trembling by the end.

“It’s a miracle!”

Then Mu Xing was taken elsewhere, where specialists studied both his spatial and plant abilities, recording endless streams of data.

Through his plant-sight, Mu Xing even “saw” that every mutated plant around his villa had been sampled and collected for research.

His residence was relocated too, since researchers wanted to study the room where he had slept for two nights, to see if anything unusual lingered there.

For over ten days straight, it went on without pause. Mu Xing sighed.

His choice had indeed been the right one.

Even though he had revealed powers far greater and more shocking than in the original story—and had even voluntarily stepped forward—no one treated him coldly or as a mere lab specimen.

Instead, every researcher looked at him as if he were a hero or family member.

Every time they drew blood, they were cautious, almost guilty, apologizing afterward with a “sorry” or “thank you for your hard work.”

His “Special Action Unit Intern Consultant” status was officially upgraded to “Special Consultant,” with his pay raised again and again.

So why did Mu Xing sigh?

Because of his food.

Since his body data had to be tested frequently, sampling was unavoidable. His dream of gourmet meals was ruined.

The institute specially assigned two chefs to ensure his nutrition was balanced and restorative.

But the food had no flavor.

Mu Xing often wanted to tell them: there’s no need to be so careful. His plant ability didn’t just control plants—it seemed to naturally nourish his body.

Even when blood was drawn, those tiny green lights inside him gathered at the wound, healing it instantly. His recovery and regeneration were extraordinarily fast.

Finally, Mu Xing got precise news from Gu Zhao.

“The order has been issued.” Gu Zhao sat across from him, peeling an apple.

This habit seemed to have spread from the institute. Whenever Mu Xing obediently sat and let himself be tested, researchers couldn’t resist slipping him little treats. Over time, Gu Zhao and the others picked it up too, often feeding him snacks.

Fortunately, Mu Xing’s energy needs were high after awakening. He could eat a lot without gaining weight. Otherwise, with all this feeding, he’d turn into a fat little one.

“From today on,” Gu Zhao continued, “anywhere in the country, if someone is found with repeated unexplained fevers, they’ll be reported immediately. We’ll assign personnel to follow up closely and monitor them.”

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