WMSR – QT Chapter 6
WMSR – QT Chapter 6
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Here is the English translation for Chapter 6:
Chapter 6
Hearing that familiar voice, Bai Jinchuan was so overcome with emotion for a moment that he didn’t even know what to say. “Yichen, you’re okay?! Good, good, Daddy is coming to pick you up right now. Where are you? Are you safe right now?”
“Dad, I’m very safe right now, don’t worry. I’ll let this big brother tell you our address,” Bai Yichen said with a straight face, glancing at the young man who was estimated to be younger in real age than his own current body.
The young man, upon being addressed as a “big brother,” was clearly in an excellent mood. Once the phone was handed back to him, he cheerfully rattled off the address and even thoughtfully sent over his live coordinates. The young man, who was taking immense pride in being called an older brother by an eight-year-old child, would never know that Bai Yichen hadn’t called him “uncle” purely because he simply couldn’t bring himself to say it.
The moment Bai Yichen finished coordinating everything with the young man and his father and hung up the phone, a mechanical electronic tone suddenly rang out in his mind: “Respected Host, you have completed the first world mission of the Jinjiang White Moonlight Survival System. Mission completion rate: 100%. You will receive a total lifespan reward of twenty years, one month, and twelve days for this world. The reward has been distributed; wish you a pleasant life.”
The relaxed smile on Bai Yichen’s face froze for a split second. Twenty years? How could it only be twenty years?
After wrapping up the phone call, the young man let the two children climb into the back seat. He couldn’t help sneaking glances at them through the rearview mirror, keeping his focus primarily on Bai Yichen.
In truth, the reason he had been so enthusiastic about staying behind to wait for the police and family members to arrive—aside from genuinely having no urgent matters and wanting to help out—was largely driven by curiosity. He was curious about the boy named Bai Yichen.
Because the series of events that had unfolded today had practically shattered his worldview. From seeing two young children in such a disheveled state whose clothes clearly didn’t belong to stray kids, right down to that phone call, he had already vaguely pieced together what these children had suffered. Yet this child, who had clearly just escaped from the clutches of human traffickers and sought his help, was far too composed. Unbelievably composed; it was almost impossible to detect any trace of the panic one would expect after escaping from traffickers.
Even though he looked quite young and was taking care of an even smaller child, whether it was flagging down his car or making conversation, he showed none of the timidity typical of his age. His actions were exceptionally well-organized, and his speech was clear and articulate. This whole series of performances left him utterly awestruck. Put in his shoes, even if he were the one kidnapped and escaping to seek help, his performance probably wouldn’t have matched this kid’s. Were children nowadays all such supernatural prodigies?
Bai Yichen had no spare energy to care about the occasional spying glances from the front seat by the visibly over-curious young man. Holding tightly onto the hand of the little fellow who was still clutching him securely, Bai Yichen pressed his lips together and hurriedly interrogated the No. 01 system in his mind: Wasn’t it promised that surviving would allow him to regain a full lifetime? Why had this lifetime shrunk to a mere twenty years?
Faced with Bai Yichen’s interrogation, the system quickly provided an explanation. In short, white moonlights were mostly fated to die young, possessing inherently weak fortune. Coupled with this body’s congenital deficiencies, after various calculations, being able to live another twenty years, one month, and twelve days was already the maximum lifespan limit for this physical vessel. Even if the original host, the white moonlight, managed to survive this ordeal with the traffickers, the number of years he would live afterward would absolutely not exceed this figure.
Upon hearing this explanation, Bai Yichen pressed his lips together even tighter. He was a person of meticulous detail, so naturally, he couldn’t overlook the system’s phrasing that white moonlights were “mostly” fated to die young. Despite a vague premonition already forming in his heart, he still refused to give up and sought to verify that suspicion.
The system did not lie; whatever Bai Yichen asked, it answered. Thus, Bai Yichen quickly learned that his guess was correct. It turned out that all white moonlights truly didn’t live long—none of them could be said to have lived out a natural lifespan. Even if he successfully survived and obtained the remaining lifespan of the white moonlight, that so-called remaining lifespan differed vastly from his original expectations. Chances were, these twenty years might even count as quite long among the remaining lives of all white moonlights.
In the end, he had still been scammed a little by that White Moonlight System.
Bai Yichen took a few deep breaths to calm the churning emotions inside him. Indeed, there was no such thing as a free lunch dropping from the sky.
However, things had already reached this point. While this White Moonlight Survival System was a bit shady, it had at least fulfilled a portion of his wishes. Being able to live twenty extra years was still better than nothing. Besides, once this world concluded, there would be another world. As long as his luck held out, he could live once more…
Having thought things through, Bai Yichen stopped dwelling on those pointless regrets. He began frantically organizing the information regarding this physical body within his mind to ensure he wouldn’t slip up when he met his parents.
Perhaps because the police investigation this time was genuinely rigorous, even though Bai Yichen had been abducted for three days, that gang of traffickers hadn’t managed to transport them very far. The place where they currently found themselves, though appearing remote, was actually just beside a poverty-stricken county adjacent to the surrounding cities.
In less than three hours, several police cars interspersed with sedans came roaring down the road. Catching sight of the royal-blue sedan’s license plate, the vehicles pulled over to the side one by one. Following that, the door of a black sedan was pushed open, and a pair of impeccably dressed middle-aged husband and wife rushed out. Seeing Bai Yichen safe and sound, they burst into tears of instant relief.
After a flurry of anxious questioning, the couple confirmed that their son was truly unharmed, which finally allowed them to regain a semblance of composure. They showered the young owner of the royal-blue sedan with wave after wave of heartfelt gratitude.
Meanwhile, a handsome boy who had been eagerly watching from the sidelines finally managed to squeeze through a gap to get a word in: “Yichen, are you alright?”
Bai Yichen looked at the boy of roughly his own age, noting the completely genuine tension and concern on his face. He guessed the boy’s identity almost instantly, and a faint smile bloomed on his face. “I’m fine, Junchi.”
That’s right; this handsome boy was Bai Yichen’s best childhood companion, the male protagonist of this world, Song Junchi.
As if sensing some kind of threat, almost the exact moment Song Junchi stepped closer to speak with Bai Yichen, the little fellow who had been quietly holding onto Bai Yichen suddenly tightened his grip. The instant Bai Yichen looked down, Song Junchi also noticed this inconspicuous, tiny little squirt.
Translator’s Note
Hi! I’m Siofra, your translator for White Moonlight Survival Record (Quick Transmigration)!
Bai Yichen is finally reunited with his family, but a new revelation about his lifespan hits hard—and the plot thickens with the appearance of the male lead, Song Junchi, and our clingy little companion, Su Yuanhang! What dynamic will unfold next? Find out in Chapter 7!
Thank you so much for reading! Everything on this blog is completely free of charge, with no paywalls or strict schedules—just me translating whatever catches my interest whenever I have free time.
— Siofra
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