Special Agent’s Rebirth: The Almighty Goddess of Quick Transmigration - Chapter 262

Ye Shaohua felt the weight of their stares.

Gu Yuan and the others were watching her, their eyes brimming with murderous hatred.

Ye Xiangxiang, in particular, couldn’t wrap her head around Su Ran’s decision. Why would he choose to bring Ye Shaohua—a deadweight—instead of keeping three skilled fighters like them?

Was he trying to get himself killed?

Su Ran had no intention of lingering.

With the apocalypse still in its early stages, most routes remained passable. The sooner they reached Jing City, the better.

“We’ll take Highway 91,” Su Ran announced, pointing at the map. “We’ll pass a few towns along the way to gather supplies.”

“Xiangxiang, are you sure you won’t come with us?” Qi Feng, the soldier from last night, asked hesitantly.

He frowned, baffled by Su Ran’s stubbornness. Even Ye Xiangxiang and Xu Qi—people who knew Ye Shaohua—refused to take her.

“No,” Ye Xiangxiang replied flatly. “Qi Feng, you’re heading toward Fengcheng Town?”

“Yeah.” Qi Feng sighed, eyeing the trio with regret.

These three might’ve been ordinary students, but their combat skills were exceptional.

Losing them was a massive blow to the team.

Before Ye Xiangxiang could say more, Gu Yuan cut in impatiently, “Then you’d better get moving.”

Qi Feng didn’t catch the odd tension. Nodding at them, he turned away.

Ye Xiangxiang swallowed her words.

Su Ran had chosen Highway 91 because smaller towns meant fewer zombies—at least in theory.

But Ye Xiangxiang and the others knew Fengcheng Town would soon become ground zero for the first major zombie horde.

In their past life, they’d barely survived skirting its edges. Now, Su Ran was heading straight into it—with Ye Shaohua in tow.

There was another route, far safer, where they might’ve even encountered military units evacuating to Jing City.

They’d planned to suggest it to Su Ran—until he took Ye Shaohua’s side.

No way would they let her benefit from that knowledge.

Ye Xiangxiang briefly considered warning them about the horde… then remembered how Ye Shaohua had gotten her killed last time.

She stayed silent.

Ye Shaohua was just an ordinary person. When the horde came, she wouldn’t stand a chance.

The thought eased Ye Xiangxiang’s mind.

This time, Ye Shaohua wouldn’t ruin anyone’s life.

No one understood Ye Shaohua better than they did. Su Ran was signing his team’s death warrant by keeping her.

Pathetic. So much for the legendary leader of the First Safe Zone.

“Captain Su, could you bring me a crystal next time you go out?” Ye Shaohua—deemed “too weak” to join supply runs—asked from her spot in their temporary shelter.

Qi Feng shot her an irritated look. “What, you think they’re pretty like Ye Xiangxiang? Go kill zombies yourself if you want one.”

A young woman named Weiwei, in charge of ration distribution, tossed a biscuit at Ye Shaohua with barely concealed disdain.

Of the five ordinary survivors in the group, the other four—especially the three men—worked tirelessly to prove their worth, joining every supply run.

Only Ye Shaohua did nothing. Naturally, they resented her.

Su Ran said nothing but pulled a zombie crystal from his pocket. “Here.”

He’d noticed Ye Xiangxiang hoarding them too. She wasn’t the type to collect shiny trinkets—there had to be a reason.

So he’d started saving a few.

“Captain!” Qi Feng looked ready to tear his hair out.

That night, after nibbling her biscuit, Ye Shaohua examined the crystal.

Since the apocalypse began, she’d already analyzed this world’s altered energy.

The air now carried strange elements. Those who “awakened” abilities had successfully mutated to harness them via mental focus—what they called “spiritual power.”

Su Ran, for instance, controlled thunder and fire elements.

The realization nearly made her laugh.

Using mental energy to manipulate elements? That’s just playing with spiritual force.

In her original timeline, it took humanity six months to discover how to absorb energy from zombie crystals. Ye Shaohua might not know the method, but her spiritual power was monstrously refined.

The crystal’s secrets unraveled swiftly in her hands.

With proper tools, she could’ve gone deeper.

…..

At dawn, Su Ran delayed their departure to gather more supplies.

He approached Ye Shaohua. “If you’re staying with us, you pull your weight starting today.”

She needed parts for her own purposes anyway. “Fine.”

Weiwei, who’d been glaring at her, suddenly looked almost… pitying.

Qi Feng and Babyface (a baby-faced team member) both darkened at Su Ran’s words. The other ability users weren’t thrilled either.

Ye Shaohua’s slender arms and delicate, unblemished skin screamed “spoiled rich girl”—utterly out of place in the apocalypse.

But by midday, she’d surprised them. Armed with just a dagger, she stayed close to the group, causing no trouble.

She even found a bottle of water, killed a small zombie, and dug out a crystal.

“Not bad, Shaohua!” Babyface grinned.

Her restraint had softened their attitudes slightly.

“Luck,” Ye Shaohua said, rinsing blood off the crystal with her precious water.

No one argued.

It was luck.

But watching her “waste” drinking water to clean the crystal made Qi Feng scoff.

Unbelievable. He’d begged Su Ran a dozen times to ditch her.

What kind of pampered princess washed her hands with drinking water in the apocalypse?!

As the group rested by a supermarket entrance, Ye Shaohua’s gaze locked onto a building ahead.

A minute later, Su Ran suddenly leaped up, hurling a fireball—

Straight at a zombie.

But the creature raised an earthen wall to block it.

More zombies emerged: one unnaturally fast, another conjuring a fireball three times Su Ran’s size.

“Ability-wielding zombies!” Su Ran paled. “Fall back! Now!“

The team moved fast, but terror gripped them.

They’d heard the broadcasts—zombies were evolving, surpassing humans. Just yesterday, Nan City fell to a horde. No survivors.

Now, zombies swarmed from all sides, encircling them.

“Don’t move!” Su Ran ordered, voice uncharacteristically shaky.

Too late. A teammate stumbled forward—

A fireball struck him. A blur of teeth tore into his throat.

The message was clear: step outside, die.

Some collapsed, paralyzed by despair. Nan City had military protection and still fell. What chance did they have?

Su Ran glanced back—

Ye Shaohua leaned against the wall, calmly twirling her crystal between her fingers.

Her eyes held the same tranquil depth as always, as if facing a horde of cabbages, not monsters.

That unshakable poise confirmed Su Ran’s suspicions.

No “pampered heiress” carried themselves like this.

“Miss Ye… do you have a plan?” he asked.

Qi Feng, drenched in cold sweat, let out a strained laugh. “Captain, now’s not the time for jokes.”

Ye Shaohua sighed, then stepped forward.

Last night’s experiments had revealed the truth: so-called “abilities” were just spiritual power manipulating elemental energy.

Officially, she only had “brain-domain” abilities—useless in combat, as Babyface had confirmed days ago.

But if this world’s power system boiled down to spiritual force…

Well.

After countless lifetimes, when it came to wielding spiritual power—

She was its fucking progenitor.