After Bystander A Bound to JJ Literature City – CH82

Chapter 82

Lu Liming stared at Yu Zhi without blinking, replaying everything they had gone through—from the hospital in H City to S City—in his mind. The more he thought about it, the more shaken he felt.

No wonder Brother Yu had been so calm when the apocalypse and the system suddenly arrived.
No wonder he had so many different identities.
No wonder he insisted on heading toward S City, clearing several pollution sources along the way…

So all of it—every single bit—had been ordained by heaven. Chosen by fate!

Lu Liming’s eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Even Shang Yu was dazzled by the intensity of his gaze. She looked at him, then at Yu Zhi, and said in a faint, resentful tone, “So there’s no prophecy about tonight’s mission…”

“Does that mean heaven wants us dead?”

Yu Zhi lifted a brow. “No prophecy is a good thing. We don’t need favorable timing or geography. ‘Human harmony’ alone is enough to solve problems.”

Shang Yu stared at his clear black-and-white eyes. The sliver of unease in her heart mysteriously dissipated. The long-suppressed frustration inside her gradually eased as well.

Thinking about it carefully… that actually made sense.

If it was something they could accomplish themselves, why would they need heaven’s reminder?

She couldn’t help but laugh, motivation rekindling in her chest. “You’re right, Brother Yu! That makes total sense!”

Lu Liming puffed out his chest proudly. “Of course!”

Fu Suxi’s gaze suddenly paused. His eyes slowly narrowed as he looked at the tops of Shang Yu and Lu Liming’s heads.

The mental value line in both of their information bars had increased.

Not their maximum mental threshold—but their current mental value had suddenly jumped up by 20 points.

—Because of Yu Zhi’s single sentence about “human harmony.”

Sometimes, the things Yu Zhi said carried a strange charm. They made people instinctively want to believe him.

If anyone else had said “human harmony,” it would’ve sounded like empty self-comfort—something to laugh off and forget.

But coming from Yu Zhi, it sounded reasonable. Convincing. Reassuring. Once their emotions stabilized, their spirits lifted—and their mental values rose.

Fu Suxi looked thoughtfully toward Yu Zhi’s head.

[Checking personal information… Unable to view target’s data.]
[Unable to view.]
[Unable to view.]
[Unable to view.]

At present, Yu Zhi could control his ability to erase killing intent.

As for increasing others’ mental values—it was clearly uncontrollable. And he himself didn’t seem aware of it.

In the Operations Bureau’s purification labs and rehabilitation rooms, there were also ability users capable of raising others’ current mental values. But for them, it was slow, temporary, and impossible to sustain.

For Yu Zhi, it was as natural as breathing. A few casual words could raise someone’s mental value within seconds.

Compared to some passive prophecy ability, Fu Suxi would much rather believe Yu Zhi possessed a passive ability that boosted others’ mental strength.

[Unable to view.]
[Unable to view.]
[Unable to view.]

It wasn’t just Fu Suxi observing Yu Zhi.

Yu Zhi was secretly watching Fu Suxi too.

Out of the corner of his eye, he studied Fu Suxi’s profile, slightly worried the man might reveal his ability to erase killing intent.

Other abilities didn’t matter much if exposed—but that one did. The fewer who knew, the better.

So far, besides Xiao Ming, only Fu Suxi and Ji Yin in B City knew.

Suddenly, Fu Suxi lifted his eyelids and looked over. Yu Zhi was caught off guard, their gazes colliding.

As if sensing his concern, Fu Suxi picked up the disposable blood collection device on the table and changed the subject. “Give me your hand.”

Yu Zhi let out an “oh” and slowly rolled up his sleeve, mind racing.

So the mad dog wasn’t planning to tell anyone about the killing-intent ability.

He’d never believed in the prophecy ability before—yet now he brought it up, probably to fool Shang Yu.

Fooling Shang Yu… to help him draw blood for testing?

No. Definitely for something else.

Yu Zhi lowered his lashes, hiding the thoughts in his eyes, and slowly extended his left arm, watching Fu Suxi’s every move.

His left forearm was still injured, wrapped in bandages. Fu Suxi tied the tourniquet around his upper arm instead.

His movements were swift and efficient—tie, disinfect, insert needle, draw blood. No hesitation.

“Brother Yu, why hasn’t your injury healed yet?” Shang Yu and Lu Liming asked in unison when they noticed the bandage.

“My wounds heal slowly,” Yu Zhi replied. “It’s fine.”

The moment he finished speaking, he felt a warm finger press against his arm—completely different from the cold syringe.

Looking down, he saw Fu Suxi’s thumb pressing over the needle puncture.

Yu Zhi immediately slapped his hand away. “Don’t touch me.”

Fu Suxi glanced at the familiar message—

[Deprivation Failed]

—and said expressionlessly, “Manual hemostasis.”

Yu Zhi: “?”

Manual my ass.

“Give me a cotton swab,” he said flatly.

Fu Suxi: “…”

Yu Zhi grabbed a wet wipe from the table and vigorously wiped the spot Fu Suxi had touched, while simultaneously checking his ability panel and sensing his body.

No abnormalities.

The JJ Literature City panel was intact.

So… either Fu Suxi hadn’t had time to do anything—

Or he’d tried and failed.

Yu Zhi shot him two suspicious glances.

Fu Suxi didn’t care about the scrutiny. He opened another disposable kit and drew his own blood, then moved to the machine for parasite testing.

The results came quickly. Neither of them tested positive for parasites.

Yu Zhi hesitated. “What’s next?”

Shang Yu collected their reports. “Next, researchers usually formulate a purification plan.”

“For non-proliferative mutations like yours, it’s handled like Minister Yu’s—remove the affected tissue first, then treat.”

“Once you’re out of the pollution zone, there’s no ongoing contamination. If we remove the mutated parts, recovery’s faster. Otherwise, you’d be stuck in the lab for ages.”

Yu Zhi blinked. “Will the skin that grows back be normal?”

“Not necessarily,” Shang Yu said honestly. “If it’s still mutated, we remove it again. And treat again.”

Yu Zhi understood. He asked the most crucial question:

“Who’s removing it? Who’s treating me?”

Shang Yu replied as if it were obvious. “Minister Yu.”

“He’s a doctor. And he has a healing ability.”

Lu Liming chimed in, “I have a healing ability too.”

Shang Yu couldn’t suppress her grin. “Then you two can treat Brother Yu together.”

“Male-male combo—Brother Yu won’t get tired.”

Yu Zhi: “……”

The livestream chat exploded.

He was silent for a moment before saying slowly, “I’d prefer someone more professional.”

Fu Suxi arched a brow. “Different pollution sources require different methods. For your case, the researchers aren’t more professional than I am.”

Then his tone shifted subtly. “Why look for someone else? What are you worried about?”

Yu Zhi thought: Obviously worried you’ll steal my ability, you lunatic.

Aloud, he said blankly, “I’m worried you won’t be able to control yourself halfway through.”

Fu Suxi’s lips curved faintly. “Wouldn’t that be perfect? Distract you. Turn treatment into enjoyment.”

Yu Zhi: “……”

Have some shame.

…

Ten minutes later.

Fu Suxi openly held the medium required to use his deprivation ability—the blood of an ability user.

As he healed Yu Zhi’s right arm, he continuously attempted deprivation.

[Deprivation Failed]
[Deprivation Failed]
[Deprivation Failed]
[Deprivation Failed]
…

Ten minutes passed. No success.

He had assumed it was due to insufficient contact time—or that Yu Zhi had used some special item.

But judging by Yu Zhi’s calm expression, he hadn’t used anything.

—The ability simply could not be stolen.

Not only that, Fu Suxi could clearly feel his healing energy pouring endlessly into Yu Zhi’s body.

The amount of healing power used on this minor wound would’ve sufficed for ten critically injured patients.

An ability user’s body should recover faster than a normal person.

But Yu Zhi’s body was worse than an ordinary human’s.

It wasn’t “slow healing.”

It was a black hole.

Fu Suxi frowned slightly.

Yu Zhi raised an eyebrow at him. “Can’t control yourself?”

Fu Suxi: “……”

Twenty minutes later, Yu Zhi’s right arm was fully healed.

Fu Suxi immediately withdrew his hand.

Yu Zhi promptly placed his bandaged left hand into Fu Suxi’s palm. “Xiao Yi, big brother’s left hand isn’t healed yet.”

Fu Suxi stared at him expressionlessly. The words “find someone else” hovered on his tongue—but he swallowed them.

Because he knew exactly how Yu Zhi would retaliate.

…

Half an hour later, the left arm was finally healed.

After hours in the pollution zone and more than an hour of continuous healing, irritation crept into Fu Suxi’s sharp features.

Contact with Yu Zhi restored a bit of his mental value—but nowhere near enough to offset the massive expenditure.

The moment the wound closed, he pulled away.

“You go to the therapy room,” he said coldly. “Shang Yu, stay.”

Yu Zhi stood up, refreshed and radiant, and left with Lu Liming.

The door slammed shut.

Fu Suxi slowly picked up a blood tube, staring at the bright red liquid inside.

All these years, his deprivation ability had never failed.

How could he not steal it?

The mysteries around Yu Zhi were multiplying.

Shang Yu waited patiently. “Minister Yu?”

Fu Suxi came back to himself and handed her the tube. “Send Yu Zhi’s blood—and those fish scales—to B City for research.”

“For the passive prophecy ability?” she asked cautiously.

He gave a perfunctory hum.

A convenient excuse.

After she left, Fu Suxi lit a cigarette.

He glanced lazily at his system panel.

Empty.

No blind box reward.

“System,” he said coolly. “Get out.”

A childlike voice responded, “Hello.”

“Where’s my dungeon reward?”

“‘Breaking the Cocoon’ has ended. You did not complete the dungeon task.”

Fu Suxi: “???”

“You were not the teammate of the task completer. Therefore, you cannot receive the reward.”

“‘Breaking the Cocoon’ was completed independently. The completer chose not to share the results with other Earth residents.”

Fu Suxi immediately caught the key word.

Unilaterally.

If he had found the pollution source, Yu Zhi would’ve gained rewards.

But Yu Zhi found it—so Fu Suxi got nothing.

He hadn’t received the dungeon reward.
Hadn’t received the pollution-clearing reward.
Hadn’t successfully stolen Yu Zhi’s ability.

After an entire day—

He’d earned absolutely nothing.

Just exhaustion.

“….”

The livestream chat burst into merciless laughter.

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