Pregnant During An Apocalypse [BL]-Chapter 210 - Fighting back

Yunfeng’s breath came in short, ragged bursts.

The drug still lingered like sludge in his bloodstream, but it was fading—burned out by the firestorm rising within him. His veins, his bones, his very skin felt like they were melting, but not with pain. With power. With rage. With something ancient and untamed.

The soldiers around him were no longer calm professionals. They were panicking.

"He’s moving—Subject 07 is regaining mobility!" a voice crackled into a headset.

"He’s burning through the sedatives! I said double the dosage!" another barked.

"He’ll go into cardiac arrest!"

"No, we will go into flames if you don’t stop him!"

Yunfeng could hear it all—their fear, their confusion. A part of him almost pitied them.

Almost.

He let the heat rise higher. He let it consume.

His fingers curled into fists, and tiny blue flames licked over his skin, casting wild shadows inside the dim chopper. The metal restraints binding his wrists groaned—then screeched—and finally, melted.

"Critical temperature reached!" one of the escorts shrieked. "He’s burning the restraints, sir!"

The squad leader stepped back in horror as Yunfeng sat up, the entire steel chair beneath him bubbling with molten heat.

Yunfeng’s lips parted, and steam poured from his throat. His voice was low. Unrecognizable.

"You should’ve killed me when you had the chance."

He stood, every inch of him wrapped in shimmering blue fire. His eyes, once brown, were now an eerie mix of blue and green—glowing with unnatural light. As he took a step forward, the floor beneath his foot sizzled and blackened.

And then—

BOOM.

A wave of searing heat erupted from him in a violent shockwave. It tore through the chopper like a bomb. Metal screamed and warped. Control panels burst into sparks. The walls peeled like tinfoil.

One soldier didn’t even get the chance to scream—he was reduced to ashes mid-run.

"The subject is out of control!" the pilot yelled, struggling to keep the chopper steady. "He’s—"

And then he, too, vanished into fire.

The aircraft spiraled violently as the engines died midair, consumed by the flames from within. The world outside the windows spun—clouds, ground, clouds, sky—twisting and turning with dizzying speed.

In the center of the storm, Yunfeng stood untouched.

His heart pounded. His knees shook.

But he refused to go down alone.

He stumbled toward the hatch, boots crunching over scorched metal and molten wires. When he reached the door, he took one deep breath and yanked the handle.

Wind screamed into the cabin.

The chopper was falling fast, the tail end aflame. Black smoke poured into the sky. Below, distant buildings rushed up like knives waiting to pierce him.

Yunfeng didn’t flinch.

He crouched.

Let the fire surge through him.

And jumped.

Like a comet ripped from the heavens, his body shot downward—engulfed in blue fire, trailing a stream of burning air. His eyes remained fixed on a single skyscraper rising above the ruins of the old city.

He crashed through the glass like a living meteor.

The office floor exploded in sparks and twisted metal as he plowed through desks, chairs, shattered monitors. Glass and steel flew in every direction. Finally, his body skidded to a stop, surrounded by the wreckage.

Silence.

Then, slowly, Yunfeng pushed himself up on trembling arms.

Every breath was a war. His chest burned, not from power—but from fatigue.

He staggered to his feet, swaying like a drunk, his body still faintly glowing. Outside, through the shattered windows, he watched the chopper hit the ground far below.

It erupted like a volcano.

The explosion sent up a pillar of flame that swallowed half the street.

And yet... all Yunfeng felt was emptiness.

He hadn’t wanted to kill them. He hadn’t wanted to become this thing they feared.

But they left him no choice.

A cough tore through him, blood staining his lips. His knees buckled, but he caught himself on a broken desk.

His reflection stared back at him from the cracked glass of a monitor.

A stranger’s face.

His warm brown pupils have turned into icy blue.

Skin marbled with glowing veins.

His hair had completely turned white.

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Muchen’s eyes followed the chopper as it disappeared into the horizon, a sinking weight dropping in his stomach with every second it drifted farther from view. His hand, trembling, pressed against the small swell of his abdomen, feeling the faint warmth within—the quiet rhythm of life. A life that had come from love.

That idiot—he could tear himself away, say goodbye like it was nothing, but Muchen knew the truth.

He couldn’t bear to let him go either.

He sniffled once, trying to hold back the pressure in his chest, but the tears came anyway. Silent, warm streaks trailing down his cheeks.

"If I had to choose between you or your daddy..." he whispered, fingers tracing light circles over his stomach, "I think I’m a bad person. I’d choose him. Every time."

His voice cracked with guilt and tenderness.

"But that’s why... I need you to be safe, okay?" He cradled his belly as if the child could hear and understand. "Mommy loves you so, so much. But I have to go save that stubborn, reckless man who gave you to me. Just stay safe until we come back."

With shaking hands, Muchen turned to Jai and gently patted his arm.

"Can you stop for a moment? I need to pee."

Jai blinked at him, unsure. "Muchen... Yunfeng will come back. He promised—"

"I just need to pee," Muchen interrupted. "Won’t you let a pregnant person pee in peace?"

Jai sighed and brought the bike to a stop, eyeing him cautiously. Shao and the others slowed too, looking back in confusion.

"What is it?" Shao called.

"He needs to pee," Jai grunted, waving them off. "Go on ahead. We’ll catch up."

Muchen got down from the bike with slow, calculated steps. He clutched his back like the weight was too much, wincing dramatically.

Jai followed after him, glancing nervously at the treeline. "Be quick. I’ll stand guard."

As soon as Jai stepped a few meters away, Muchen spun around, the pain gone from his face, replaced with steely determination. He lunged for Jai’s bike, swinging his leg over. The engine roared to life.

"Muchen!" Jai shouted, realizing the trick too late. "What the hell are you doing?!"

"I’m going after him," Muchen shouted back over the roar of the engine, already turning the handlebars. "Go on to City X! I’ll bring Yunfeng with me!"

"Muchen! No! Stop!"

But he didn’t look back.

His heart pounded in rhythm with the engine, his palms tight on the handles as he twisted the throttle and the world blurred past him in streaks of wind and motion.

Tears clung to his lashes, flung away by the speed.

He sped up like a mad man following the distant shadow of the chopper.

Suddenly the chopper went up in flames mid-air with a deafening BOOM, sending a shockwave across the skyline. Flames bloomed out in brilliant orange—then blue. A fiery figure, cloaked in an otherworldly blaze, spiraled down like a comet, crashing through the windows of a towering high-rise.

Muchen’s breath caught in his throat.

His hands tightened on the handlebars.

"Yunfeng..." he whispered, his voice cracking as fear gripped his chest like a vice.

He pushed the throttle to its limit, his body trembling with adrenaline and dread. Glass and ash fell like snow from the sky as he weaved through the cluttered city streets, skidding to a halt outside the scorched base of the building.

But what awaited him was chaos—it was the moaning, shuffling mass of the undead.

The building was swarming.

Dozens, maybe hundreds of zombies loitered inside the glassy lobby and spilled out into the front courtyard. Their movements were sluggish but aggressive, drawn to the noise, to the scent of something living—something alive.

Muchen backed away instinctively, heart hammering. His eyes scanned upward.

And there it was: the gaping, shattered hole on the twentieth—or was it the thirtieth?—floor. Jagged glass glinted like fangs, and through the wreckage, faint wisps of blue smoke still drifted out.

Yunfeng was up there. Alone. Possibly wounded.

He stared at the sea of death blocking the entrance. There was no way in—not without being torn apart.

He pressed a hand gently to his stomach, grounding himself in that quiet warmth again.

"Mommy’s going to be reckless," he whispered, forehead resting on the cool metal of the bike for a moment. "Hold on tight, baby. Please be safe..."

With a deep breath, he stood upright, took a few shaky steps back, and launched himself into the air.

He didn’t soar like a superhero. No—it was like a balloon filling with invisible force, gravity slowly loosening its grip. His hair whipped in the wind, clothes fluttering wildly as he floated upward past rusted balconies, broken windows, and withered vines creeping up the sides of the building.

The tenth floor... then eleventh...

His limbs trembled. The strain in his lower stomach started again. It wasn’t just a tug. It was a tear.

"Just a bit more," he gasped, voice thick with tears. "Please... just a little more..."

Higher and higher he went, his eyes fixed on the shattered glass, glowing faintly blue above him. The wind howled louder, and his body was trembling, veins pulled tight.

Then—he saw him.

A silhouette slumped in the shadows, wrapped in smoke and blue embers. And just barely, a flash of eyes—glowing, fierce blue-green, like a star in the dark.

"Yunfeng...!" Muchen screamed, reaching forward.

The figure blinked. "Muchen...?"

A wave of pain slammed into him like a tidal wave.

Muchen cried out as something snapped inside. His control faltered, his limbs numbed, and his ascent collapsed.

He dropped like a stone.

For one breathless moment, he could only think: No. No. I can’t—

But then, a hand broke through the haze.

Yunfeng caught Muchen by the wrist with inhuman speed and strength, dragging him into the safety of the broken floor. Muchen crashed against his chest, panting, trembling, gripping his shirt like a lifeline.