Chapter 109: The Girl Who Keeps Drooling

Unable to resist, Mo Chen handed the skewered meat to the drooling Snow White.

She looked at Mo Chen, then at the skewer in his hand, her face full of confusion.

How could anyone willingly give their food away to someone else?

"You're not eating?"

"You can have it."

He still had more food stored in his system inventory. And he could always grill some more.

Besides, Ludmilla and the others, who were resting, hadn't eaten yet either.

Just as Mo Chen was about to prepare more skewers, a half-eaten one was suddenly thrust in front of him.

He turned around and saw it was Snow White's.

"Hm?"

"Here, you eat it."

"Huh?"

He was surprised as he stared at Snow White.

She was really giving back the food? Was this still the Snow White he knew?

"You eat."

Although she said that, her eyes were glued to the skewer, as if they were magnetized to it. Clear drool continued dripping from the corner of her mouth.

She was practically flooding the place with drool!

Mo Chen was speechless.

"Wait a second."

She hesitated again, keeping the skewer in her hand as she turned to Mo Chen with hopeful eyes.

"Can I take just one more bite?"

Mo Chen: "..."

She clearly couldn't let it go.

She took another bite, her face showing an expression of sheer bliss as if she was savoring the moment.

After finishing her bite, she hesitated for a long time.

It seemed like she finally made up her mind and turned her head away. With what looked like great determination, she handed the skewer back to him.

Her expression was like someone facing the pain of parting forever.

"You eat."

"…"

Mo Chen stared at the skewer, now coated in drool, and felt a little helpless.

How was he supposed to eat that now?

"Just eat it already!"

Mo Chen pushed the skewer back toward her.

"Really?"

Snow White turned around in an instant, her eyes practically sparkling.

For a moment, he thought he was about to be blinded.

"Really."

"Thank you! I'll always remember this kindness."

"No need…"

"In return, if I catch another rat, I'll share it with you."

"No, thanks!!!"

Was this how she repaid favors?

While Mo Chen was preparing more food, she suddenly walked over.

She pulled something out of her pocket and held it out in front of him.

"Hm?"

"For you."

Mo Chen took it and saw that it was a green apple.

What surprised him wasn't the apple itself, but the fact that she hadn't eaten it already.

Judging by the slightly wrinkled skin and the yellowing spots, the apple had clearly been stored for quite some time.

"You eat it."

This time, Snow White didn't take it back.

She just turned and returned to her post, continuing her watch.

He weighed the apple in his hand and smiled faintly.

No matter how long she had lived, deep down, she was still just a little girl.

Suddenly, Mo Chen sensed a change in the air.

His expression tensed as he turned to look into the distance.

The wind howled, wailing like ghosts and wolves in the night.

The snow continued to fall, heavier than before. Nearly a meter of snow had accumulated on the ground, covering everything in a vast expanse of white.

Amidst the howling storm, faint, sorrowful voices seemed to echo, carried along by the wind from afar.

Mo Chen's vision, enhanced by the Blacklight Virus, allowed him to pierce through the snowy haze. On the distant horizon, scattered red dots began to appear.

Raptures—along with infected Nikkes!

Snow White noticed them at the same time. Her pale face tensed as she immediately picked up her firearm and shouted to the resting group.

"Enemies incoming!"

"The blizzard blocked the detection signals—we let our guard down!"

The others were startled awake, scrambling to grab their weapons.

Ludmilla rushed out of the temporary shelter and froze for a moment at the sight of the tidal wave of Raptures.

Her delicate features hardened: the numbers were even greater than last time.

"Rat-a-tat-tat—!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Gunfire and explosions erupted as both sides engaged.

The Nikkes had slightly longer range than the Raptures, and the initial volley cut down the front rows like wheat. However, the fallen were quickly replaced by more Raptures pouring in from behind, filling the gaps.

Bullets tore through the horde like stones skipping across a pond, causing ripples before being swallowed back into the endless tide.

The Raptures retaliated with their own barrage—bullets and shells rained down like a storm.

Their firepower clearly surpassed that of the defenders, pinning the group behind their fragile cover.

The temporary barricades groaned under the bombardment, already on the verge of collapse.

"There are over a thousand Raptures and about three to four hundred infected Nikkes."

Snow White calmly analyzed the situation.

"Holding this position minimizes the risk and potential casualties. In this blizzard, visibility is low. If we scatter, we'll be picked off one by one."

Mo Chen asked, "So, your suggestion is?"

"Stand our ground."

Snow White had already deployed her "cannon", aiming at the distant Rapture forces.

Mo Chen prepared to act but suddenly felt that something was wrong.

A Rapture force of this size wasn't normal. It had to include a Tyrant-class unit.

As the thought crossed his mind, a deafening roar erupted.

Snow exploded outward as massive shapes emerged from the blizzard.

Towering figures, like moving mountains, advanced alongside the Rapture horde, their sheer presence suffocating.

The Nikkes behind cover visibly paled.

"Tyrant-class Raptures—three of them! Plus fifteen Lord-class Raptures..."

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

"Snow White, we—"

Before Mo Chen could finish, Snow White suddenly scooped him up and bolted.

"Retreat!"

"Huh?"

What happened to holding the line?

Mo Chen was stunned.

Also—wasn't he supposed to be the one carrying others?

Using one hand to push off the ground, Mo Chen flipped mid-air. His arm snaked around Snow White's slim waist, and with a single motion, he pulled her into his embrace.

"Go!"

Snow White froze.

How did their roles suddenly switch?

Then, as if realizing something, she looked back and started struggling frantically.

"Wait—wait!"

She pounded her small fists against Mo Chen's arm, her voice filled with panic.

Mo Chen, seeing her so agitated, thought something serious had happened and quickly asked,

"What's wrong?"

"My... my stuff is still back there—"

"What stuff?"

"My food!"

"What food?"

Following her gaze, he looked back and was dumbfounded.

Seriously? She's talking about that bag of grass roots?

In this situation, she's still thinking about those?

"Forget it!"

"No! I need to go back—let me go!"

"No way!"

"My food..."

"Absolutely not!"

Mo Chen tightened his grip, holding the struggling Snow White firmly as he sprinted away.

In his arms, she seemed to give up, her expression filled with despair.

She stared blankly at the lonely bag of grass roots left behind in the destroyed shelter, tears silently rolling down her pale cheeks.