Becoming The White Moonlight’s Human Weapon After My Death

Chapter 1: Shen Lu’s Death Far Exceeded His Own Expectations.

Shen Lu’s death far exceeded his own expectations.

The moment his body was struck by the bullet, his first feeling was not that of pain.
The life-threatening injury caused his adrenaline to shoot up, his pulse to quicken, and his senses to sharpen, then the violent burning sensation and heart-rending pain that had not come until that moment slowly arrived.

He saw blood gushing out of his own shoulders and chest, and it was only then that he realised what had happened, and his first reaction was to immediately connect to the radio and report the situation to the man in charge of the operation, Yan Chenli.

Adrenaline sharpened one’s reaction speed.
Shen Lu never thought he could actually speak to Yan Chenli so calmly and quickly, without having to stumble and deliberate over every single one of his words.

This turn for the worse would have almost declared the entire siege operation a failure due to it already having a shortage of manpower, however, on the other side of the line Yan Chenli was only silent for a few seconds, immediately readjusting the assignments in his field of view and transmitting completely new orders to every Adjudicator taking part in the operation.

As his strength and life were drained from him, Shen Lu struggled to climb up the mottled concrete wall, but his body still slumped down disappointingly.
As usual, Shen Lu waited for Captain Yan to issue orders, waited for that person to call his name.

Yan Chenli’s voice on the other end of the earpiece was neat and pure, his tone firm and logical, making people feel magically at ease whenever they heard it, even a moment like this in which death was imminent was not an exception.

It was only until after Yan Chenli hung up the radio and he still had not mentioned his name that Shen Lu came to the realisation that his part in the mission was already over——or perhaps had been declared a failure——and he was not going to get any new orders.

The sole reason Shen Lu was able to get in touch with Yan Chenli was no longer valid.

Shen Lu loosened his hands, finally falling into the swirling dust.

A few minutes later, Yan Chenli rushed to the scene, but he simply shot a hurried glance to the blood-soaked Shen Lu, not stopping for more than a second and immediately taking over his sniper rifle and lookout duty.

Yan Chenli kept staring at the area on the alert, but he stretched out a hand and drew Shen Lu into his arms, then pressed the bleeding wound above his abdomen.
The bullet was still inside, where the lungs were located.

Shen Lu struggled to use a blood-soaked hand to pull off his earpiece, then turned his head to the side with great effort as he looked towards Yan Chenli’s face, which was almost within reach.
There was such a small distance between them that he could even hear the sound of Yan Chenli’s heartbeat.

Steady, rhythmic, composed.
Yan Chenli steadily held the sniper rifle, completely focused on staring through the scope, calm as ever, the same as he always was.

He never got Yan Chenli’s sight.

But he got one hand.

Yan Chenli alone had to guard an area that exceeded that of the others by several times, so his attention was very limited.
This siege operation had a limited number of people, so there was no extra manpower in charge of support and medical treatment, and there was no time to bandage and treat the wounded.
Yan Chenli could only spare a hand to help him press down on his wound, that was all Yan Chenli could do for him.

This moment was the closest Shen Lu had been to Yan Chenli since they met 25 years ago.

Even though it had been so long ago, Shen Lu could still clearly remember the first time he saw Yan Chenli.

At that time Shen Lu was 17 years old, and he had both expectedly and unbelievably become the target of bullying in his school.

The “expectedly” was because Shen Lu had a dull temperament, he didn’t fit in, and he had no friends.
In addition, he had an irritating strangeness that made people apprehensive, and was unpleasant enough to occupy a place in the gossip of the three neighbouring classes.
As he grew older, his grades also fell from the ordinary middle to the very bottom, which caused headaches for his teachers and family.

And the “unbelievably” was because Shen Lu had a strong physique and was very tall, almost 1.8m when he started senior high school, and furthermore he was quite strong, enough to score in the upper levels of every physical fitness test.
No matter how one looked at it, he shouldn’t have been reduced to being bullied by classmates who where a head shorter than him.

But the fact was that he had been cornered in an alley at the back of the park by a group of little demons, half of which he knew and half of which he didn’t, who were beating him together.
He couldn’t even escape this calamity during summer break when he didn’t have to go to school.

As if he’d honed the experience with his body, the props those little demons used to beat him up were books and plastic cups at first, then evolved into rocks and wooden sticks, until finally, now convinced Shen Lu was very resistant, rising to steel bars.

Shen Lu curled up with his arms over his head, and looking through the gaps in his clothes he saw pieces of rubble, weeds sprouting from cracks in the bricks, the asphalt floor filled with potholes and, in the distance, a dead cat emitting a rotten stench.
He endured the little demons’ savage acts without uttering a word, that dead cat was the only thing in his sight.

“So disgusting… He’s still looking at it! Beat him up, beat him!”

“Beat him to death!! He’s a dead pervert that kills small animals!!”

More malicious abuse followed, and Shen Lu turned a deaf ear as he stared at that dead cat.
Its limbs were twisted and deformed, with dried black bloodstains, and a crowd of scavenger insects that travelled back and forth in its rotted out eyes.
Those ugly remains seemed to be his destination, the answers to his long-standing confusion, his guilt at being different from others, both his karma and his prison.

Their torment escalated indefinitely, which seemed to mean that only by beating him to death would everything stop.
Or perhaps, just for today.

Even though things had reached this stage, Shen Lu had never fought back.
This caused him to be labelled “cowardly” and “weak”, in addition to “disgusting” and “sick”.

Shen Lu still couldn’t understand, what did I do wrong? Why do I have to suffer like this? Why am I different from the others?

Some people attacked him, and some laughed and instigated him to stand up and fight back and crack those little demon’s skulls open.

Was he the weak one just because he couldn’t fit in and didn’t like violence?

He hated this world.

Everything was so strict, full of invisible rules and taboos, and try as he might he would never be able to please others.
The adults spoke hypocritical, pretty words, and his peers openly displayed their indifference and even malice.

The world was harsh, cruel, and noisy, and to keep on living was the same with nothing worth looking forward to.
He could only grin and bear it as he waited for his life to end, and waited for that rusty steel bar to land.

But before that steel bar split open his skull, the suddenly appearing Yan Chenli stopped it.

At that time, Yan Chenli was only 12 years old, and he was different from those unruly little demons.
He was wearing a wine-red shirt, and a small, smoothly-ironed fitted suit with the sleeves rolled up.
His eyelashes were long and delicate, and his pretty face made him look like a little girl.
But he deftly blocked those astonishingly powerful clubs one by one, seizing all of them and asking them why they were grouping up and bullying people.

Half of those little demons knew him, and unwillingly argued: “It was this disgusting person who did bad things!! We are on the side of justice!!”

“We just watched him kill a kitty!!”

“And there’s been many more times!! Before we constantly saw him kill puppies and little birds and stuff, he’s too evil!!”

A burst of pain from his wounds made Shen Lu instinctively curl up into his arms, after which he felt the warmth of a coat that was a little smaller than himself cover his body.
The new, neat suit ja