Chapter 511: The Thirty-Ninth Day of Transmigrating into an Alien War Novel

Chapter 511: Day 39 of Getting Thrown Into an Alien War Novel

An Cheng stood there, listening to all of this, his heart pounding wildly.

"Didn't you say you wanted to stay with me forever?" An Yi looked at him, the corners of his lips curving slightly upward, a glint of temptation in his eyes. "Then try it. If you can survive this energy eating away at you, unlock your abilities, and transform your body... you'll live longer."

He paused, then added:

"This normally takes years, but I can speed it up. If it doesn't work, I'll pull the energy out and put you back the way you were."

He looked up, meeting An Cheng's eyes. "Do you want to try?"

One choice that could change everything.

An Cheng looked at An Yi, a surge of courage welling up in his chest.

To spend one more day with An Yi, one more year, to stay by his side... longer.

Of course he would.

He stepped forward, closing the distance until less than half a meter separated them.

"Yeah," he said, his voice steady, no hesitation at all. "I'll try."

An Yi looked at him, a complicated look flickering in his eyes.

"It's gonna hurt," he warned, his voice unusually serious.

"It's fine," An Cheng said, shaking his head.

"It might not work."

"I'm okay with that."

"It might kill you," An Yi said—but he was lying. He wouldn't let him die.

He'd pull the energy out just before An Cheng couldn't take it anymore, putting him back the way he was.

But An Cheng didn't know.

An Cheng paused, then smiled. "Then you better take good care of my soul."

He said it softly, but every word sounded like a vow: "I want more time with you."

An Yi looked at him, at the raw love and devotion in those eyes, and then he smiled too. "Okay."

He said, then held out his hand, palm up.

An Cheng couldn't see it, but he could feel a crushing energy forming in An Yi's palm.

"Put your hand on mine," An Yi said.

An Cheng reached out and put his hand over An Yi's.

The moment their palms touched, he felt a warm pulse flow from An Yi's palm—a strange, almost alive sensation that slowly wound around his fingers, creeping up his arm, sinking into his skin, his muscles, his bones...

He could feel the energy flowing, penetrating, trying to reshape every cell in his body.

Then the warmth slowly rose, stopping right over An Cheng's chest.

Right where his heart was.

The next second, the warmth burst.

Like a drop of ink hitting clear water, it spread out in an instant.

The energy engulfed An Cheng's whole body.

Then, the pain began.

It started as sharp stabbing—like a thousand tiny needles piercing his skin all at once, fierce and relentless, everywhere.

An Cheng clenched his jaw, not letting out a sound.

Then the stabbing turned into searing heat.

Like flames burning from the inside out, his blood boiling, his bones scorching, every cell screaming, struggling, trying to adjust to the sudden change.

The heat grew stronger, dug deeper.

Cold sweat soaked An Cheng's forehead, and his body started shaking uncontrollably.

He gritted his teeth so hard his gums hurt, but he still didn't make a sound.

He just stood there, taking it.

Taking the agony that threatened to tear him apart, taking the heat that nearly pushed him to his breaking point.

Then he opened his eyes and looked at An Yi.

An Yi was standing right in front of him, watching him with concern.

An Cheng looked into those eyes, looked at An Yi, and the pain felt a little more bearable.

"Xiao Yi..." he managed, his voice hoarse from the pain, barely able to form complete words.

"Can I... hug you?"

He asked—while his whole body was being torn apart, transformed, on the verge of breaking—and this was the question he chose to ask.

An Yi stepped forward, opened his arms, and wrapped them gently around An Cheng.

The hug was light, but warm.

An Cheng buried his face in An Yi's shoulder, breathing in his familiar, clean scent, feeling the warmth of his body, feeling the stabbing and the heat spread through every inch of him...

Somehow, it really didn't hurt as much now.

He closed his eyes, letting the energy rage through him, letting the change continue.

He didn't know how long it had been.

When he came to, An Cheng felt that something had changed.

The stabbing and the heat, after hitting their peak, began to slowly fade.

And then they started to merge.

The energy that had invaded his body, the power that had tried to reshape him, was starting to fuse with his own body.

Like water droplets dissolving into the sea, like light fading into darkness, like... he was always meant to have this power.

He felt his body changing.

His vision became sharper—he could see every bubble bursting on the distant lake's surface, could make out the texture of rocks on the mountains farther away.

His hearing became sharper—he could pick up the calls of a creature far in the distance, could hear the faint whistle of wind through the cracks.

His strength was growing—he felt his body brimming with newfound vitality, muscles firmer, bones tougher, every cell bursting with new life.

Then, he felt an even more amazing change.

His whole body began to feel warm.

Not the searing heat from before, but a... gentle warmth, like something was about to burst out of him.

He raised his head, let go of An Yi, stepped back, and looked down at his palms.

Then he saw it.

In his palms, tiny orange-red flames were dancing.

Those flames were faint, like candlelight, burning quietly in his palms—no searing heat, no pain, just a feeling of warmth and familiarity.

As if these flames had always been part of him.

He tried to control them.

With a thought—the flames grew larger, swelling from candlelight into a fist-sized fireball that burned more intensely.

With another thought—the fireball shrank back to candlelight.

He looked up at An Yi, his eyes sparkling with excitement: "Xiao Yi! I... I really..."

He was so excited he could barely get the words out.

An Yi watched him, watched the flames dancing in his palms, watched the joy on his face, then nodded, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth: "Mm."

He said, his voice calm, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes: "Congratulations, big brother. You survived the energy surge and awakened a superpower."

An Cheng was ecstatic.

Nearly ecstatic—he had succeeded, he had endured, he had gained powers, he could... live longer, stay with An Yi longer.

"I can... stay by your side a little longer now, right?"