Infiltration [Sentinel-Guide] Chapter 39

Shu Jingtong followed his line of sight. Lin Yuan, whom everyone called a weirdo, held a gun with one hand, keeping a fixed gaze on the gap where a monster could appear at any moment, while her other hand was pressed firmly against the sentinel's continuously bleeding wound.

The airship was still flying unsteadily, with monsters or sentinels occasionally crashing against the glass outside.

Inside the dimly lit cabin, a beam of sunlight poured down from the gap in the ceiling, with tiny specks of dust dancing within it.

That dying sentinel lay right in the sunlight—a young girl with long braided hair, her limbs sprawled limply, covered entirely in blood.

Lin Yuan knelt on one knee beside her.

With her lips pressed together, her gaze fixed on the hole from which ghosts might emerge at any second, she stubbornly kept her hand pressed over the sentinel beside her.

She completely ignored whatever the people around her were saying.

It seemed she never cared about anything, doing only what she wanted to do.

Shu Jingtong shook off the classmate who was holding him back, brought the first-aid kit over to the injured sentinel, and crouched down. He first used scissors to cut away the sentinel's clothes, then took out hemostatic forceps to stop the bleeding. The injury was too severe, and he had only studied basic first aid. Could he really save this girl alive in such an environment?

Shu Jingtong wiped his forehead with his sleeve and found himself drenched in cold sweat.

Someone crouched down beside him—Nicole, who came from an aristocratic background.

Nicole, who performed poorly in almost every subject, reached out and took a pair of hemostatic forceps. "I'll help. I'm terrible at all other subjects, but first aid is what I'm best at."

Another girl stepped forward, picking up gauze to help wipe away the cold sweat overflowing from the sentinel's forehead. "I... I can help too."

She had perhaps forgotten that not long ago, sitting at the dining table, she had sworn with absolute certainty that she wouldn't touch those plebeian sentinels even for a single second.

The three of them exchanged a glance, cutting the injured person's clothes with a trace of bashfulness. Without speaking further, they used unfamiliar movements to try their utmost to save this sentinel whose life hung by a thread.

With a loud bang, Lin Yuan fired her gun again.

The monster's face was exposed outside the hole in the roof.

Pale, bloated, and drooling profusely.

It had quietly moved to another dark corner, melted a new gap, and seized the opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

Oddly enough, the creature, whose movements were normally exceptionally agile, seemed to freeze the exact moment it attempted the ambush, foolishly exposing its face at the opening.

It seemed trapped in a bizarre dream, wearing a bewildered expression.

Its rigid and sluggish movements turned it into a massive target, and Lin Yuan's shot struck it squarely, destroying a little less than half of its face.

The monster let out a miserable screech, casting a resentful glance at Lin Yuan with its mutilated face. Once more, it quickly retreated.

Shu Jingtong, who was performing temporary first aid, was not frightened by the gunfire ringing in his ears.

He found it very strange; at that moment, his heart felt completely calm and peaceful. Such a serene state of mind allowed him to hold the hemostatic forceps and suture needle steadily while tending to the sentinel's wounds.

That feeling came again.

It was as if a gentle breeze was brushing across his heart, blowing away the panic and unease gathered there.

A bright moon hung quietly in the night sky, its soft moonlight bathing the earth and driving away all fear from one's heart.

Ocean waves surged slightly beneath the alluring moonlight, and delicate white crests gently lapped against the sandy beach.

The starry sky overhead was infinitely gentle and beautiful, enough to comfort everyone's soul.

How could this be? One shouldn't possess such a mindset during such a dangerous moment, Shu Jingtong thought to himself.

He raised his head and saw that Nicole and the other participating guide shared his calm and focused expression, gazing earnestly at the bloodied and mangled wound in their hands.

It was as if, in a very short span of time, everyone had adapted to everything and lost all fear.

Even the others around them seemed similarly immersed in the gentle breeze, the bright moon, and the soothing sound of ocean waves.

Everyone grew quiet and peaceful, carrying out their tasks in profound silence.

Reinforcing the windows, sealing the gaps in the sunshades, tending to injured companions—everyone moved lightly, silently, and orderly.

Not a single person made an inappropriate sound that might attract the attention of any monsters outside.

It was as if everyone were still back in the safety of the academy from days past, rather than trapped in a terrifying contamination zone where life could be lost at any second.

How could this happen?

As a guide with acute spiritual power, Shu Jingtong suddenly sensed something.

He widened his eyes abruptly and looked at Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan was still kneeling on one knee in the faint light cast from the roof, keeping her gaze fixed on the monster that could appear at any moment, while a droplet of sweat slid down her fair cheek.

At her feet, in the areas untouched by sunlight, countless massive things seemed to be churning and spreading.

Was it her?

It turned out that the voice he kept hearing all along was hers.

It was she who, right at the beginning, had desperately subdued everyone's chaos.

It was also she who used her spiritual power to influence the monster's movements, causing it to become sluggish and paralyzed at the most crucial moment.

That was why she was able to repeatedly hit the dazed monster with her clumsy marksmanship.

What was most terrifying was that while shooting and simultaneously manipulating the monster's mind, she still had enough spare capacity to soothe everyone's emotions.

Shu Jingtong recalled a question he had once asked his teacher:

"Just how powerful is Lin Yuan's spiritual power?"

At that moment, he suddenly understood the meaning behind his teacher's sigh back then.

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Shu Jingtong saw the sweat on Lin Yuan's face. The droplets hung there, gathering at the tip of her chin, and she raised the back of her hand to wipe them away.

It wasn't easy for her either, Shu Jingtong thought.

Yet, she was actually learning and growing.

When Lin Yuan fired her first shot, she missed the monster entirely. The human-headed monster merely paused for a split second before quickly scurrying away.

By the second shot, however, the monster's movements had become unusually sluggish and clumsy, as if its brain had suddenly gone blank, and it was heavily struck by Lin Yuan's bullet.

By the third shot, the monster had completely frozen, motionless, turning into a living target whose upper head was blasted away by Lin Yuan.

In the span of just three shots, she had learned—learned how to instantly invade a monster's mind. In that brief window of time, she had mastered how to seize the enemy and influence their actions.

On such a chaotic and messy battlefield, her learning ability was terrifyingly immense.

If she hadn't grown up inside the White Tower since childhood, what kind of person would she have become?

This thought flashed through Shu Jingtong's mind.