blogombal Chapter 15 Meteorite Imprint
Chapter 15 Meteorite Imprint
Sensing something amiss, Lu Chen immediately turned his wrist over.
There is a faint mark on the inside of his left wrist.
It was a meteorite-shaped pattern, very light in color, so light that you wouldn't notice it unless you looked closely. It looked like a tattoo that had been removed many times, with only the last faint outline remaining.
On the first night of the red moon, he, like countless others, stood on his balcony watching the moon turn red. His WeChat Moments were flooded with posts about it, and it trended on Weibo; everyone was saying it was a once-in-a-millennium astronomical spectacle.
He was also watching the red moon from his balcony at the time.
Then, a meteorite fell from the sky and crashed straight onto his balcony, denting the thick concrete slab.
It was a fist-sized meteorite, dark red in color, with an uneven surface and a faint light flowing inside.
Lu Chen's first reaction was not fear, but curiosity.
He squatted down, intending to pick up the meteorite from the cement pit, but the moment his fingers touched the surface of the meteorite, a blinding red light burst out from inside the meteorite.
Then he knew nothing more.
When he woke up the next day, he was lying on the ground of the balcony, and the meteorite was gone.
Then I noticed a meteorite-shaped mark on the inside of my left wrist. It was very light in color and looked like a birthmark on my skin.
This frightened him quite a bit, and he went to the hospital that morning, registered for a dermatology department, and had a full-body checkup.
Ultrasound, CT scan, blood routine test, dermoscopy—we did every possible test, and the results came back: everything was normal.
After returning from the hospital, he spent several days searching online.
I've searched for all sorts of keywords: "meteorite mark," "red birthmark on skin," "collapse after contact with a meteorite," and flipped through hundreds of web pages, but none of them match up.
He even went to some niche astronomy forums and UFO enthusiast communities, but couldn't find any similar cases.
He originally thought that the matter was over.
Life before the apocalypse was so busy—going to work, working overtime, taking the subway, ordering takeout—he'll probably forget about it completely soon.
But on the morning of the apocalypse, the meteorite imprint showed signs of movement again.
At seven o'clock that morning, while he was still asleep, the mark on his wrist suddenly became scalding hot, as if someone had pressed a red-hot iron onto his wrist.
Then he fainted a second time.
When he woke up again, he discovered that he had the ability to control zombies.
Therefore, he was almost certain that his awakening of such a peculiar ability was most likely related to the meteorite mark on his wrist.
Before disappearing, the dark red meteorite that fell from the sky injected something into his body, and that thing was activated on the morning of the apocalypse.
But the anomaly only occurred once.
When controlling Dazhuang, the mark didn't react. When controlling Tiezhu, the mark still didn't react. Even when killing zombies, there was still no reaction.
Just now, Xu Wan, holding her daughter, bowed to him and said "thank you," and the meteorite imprint reacted for the second time.
Lu Chen stared at the mark on his wrist.
It wasn't just a burning sensation; the color at the bottom of the mark was slightly darker than before—no, not darker, but a very faint fluorescent glow had appeared at the bottom.
But the fluorescent layer made the entire meteorite pattern look more realistic than before.
Previously, it was just a flat mark, but now it has a slight three-dimensional feel, as if it has slightly floated up from the surface of the skin.
Lu Chen seemed to understand something!
If this fluorescence continues to accumulate, gradually filling the pattern from the bottom up, there may be unexpected changes when it fills the entire meteorite pattern.
The moment the thought crossed his mind, his heart skipped a beat.
What will happen after the meteorite that awakened his superpowers undergoes another change?
A stronger superpower? A new ability? Or something else entirely?
He didn't know, but any possibility in the apocalypse meant a sharp increase in the probability of survival.
But the prerequisite is that he needs to know how to accumulate fluorescence.
He recalled the moment the meteorite imprint changed. Xu Wan thanked him, feeling a burning sensation, and then a glow appeared at the bottom of the imprint.
thank?
He needs confirmation.
Lu Chen looked up at Xu Wan. She was still standing at the bedroom door, holding Yingying in her arms, her eyes red, and the gratitude on her face seemed genuine.
He cleared his throat.
"Cough! What did you say? I didn't hear you clearly."
"Huh?" Xu Wan was taken aback.
She was clearly confused. They had just finished talking, and the other person had nodded and told her to pack her things. Why was she suddenly asking again?
But she didn't ask any questions, nor did she show any impatience.
In the apocalypse, she would be willing to ask a superhuman who was willing to save her and her child to say it ten times, let alone ask him to say it again.
She held her daughter and bowed deeply.
Thank you so much!
Lu Chen felt a burning sensation in his wrist again, less intense than before, but definitely there.
He looked down and saw that the glow at the bottom of the mark had intensified.
Two thanks, two changes.
He needs a third verification!
"Um..." Lu Chen opened his mouth, feeling his face getting hot, "I still didn't hear you clearly, say it again."
Even Shen Qingci looked puzzled.
She leaned against the wall in the corridor, her arms crossed over her chest, her gaze shifting back and forth between Lu Chen and Xu Wan.
Her special ability allows her to sense the good and evil in people's hearts, but she doesn't need that ability to tell that Lu Chen definitely didn't ask the other person to repeat himself because he didn't hear her clearly.
But she didn't say anything, she just stared at Lu Chen's actions with curiosity.
Xu Wan bent down for the third time.
Thank you so much!
The voice was more serious than the previous two times, as if it were performing an important ritual.
But this time, the mark did not react at all.
The burning sensation disappeared, and the fluorescence did not increase.
Lu Chen looked thoughtfully at the meteorite pattern on his wrist, his fingers unconsciously rubbing that spot.
The temperature of my skin has returned to normal, and those two burning sensations feel like they never happened.
"Does it require a sincere expression of gratitude?" he wondered to himself.
Xu Wan's first and second thanks were sincere.
She had just been rescued from a desperate situation, and the other party was willing to take her and her child away. The gratitude welled up from the bottom of her heart, without any impurities.
So the mark reacted, twice.
The third time, she was asked to speak. Although her tone was still serious and her bow was still deep, it was no longer spontaneous gratitude but obedience, so the mark did not react.
Of course, this is just a hypothesis derived from three experiments. The sample size is too small to draw definitive conclusions.
But today's operation is to rescue survivors. Every person rescued gives him a chance to test it, and there are plenty of opportunities for experimentation.
Lu Chen snapped out of his thoughts, pulled down his sleeve to cover the mark on his wrist, and looked up at Xu Wan.
"I appreciate your thanks!"
His tone was more formal than before.
"Knowing how to be grateful is a very good quality. What I fear most is helping ungrateful people."
Xu Wan nodded vigorously, her eyes filled with gratitude as she looked at Lu Chen.
"Alright, you stay here and pack your things!" Lu Chen said. "Pack everything you need: food, water, clothes, baby supplies—take as much as you can."
"As for safety, there's no need to worry. This floor has already been taken over by my zombies."
After he finished speaking, he waved to Shen Qingci.
Shen Qingci straightened up from the wall and followed him out of room 403.