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The meteor shower brought about an apocalyptic disaster, the strange elements caused diseases in animals, and the invisible microorganisms brought about countless diseases.
Apart from their own diseases, humans had to deal with even more mutated animals. Omnipresent threats, as well as unstoppable mutated microorganisms, diseases, and disasters halted the evolution of civilization and caused it to regress.
Bustling cities became ruins. Large tracts of fertile land became hell.
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Fang Zhao couldn't remember how long he had survived or how long he had fought in that apocalyptic world.
More than 90 years? Or 100 years?
He couldn't remember.
Before the end of days, he had been a rather famous composer. His career had been on the rise. Just as he had been preparing to release his proudest work to the world, the apocalyptic war had come. To survive, he had escaped everywhere and led his team to fight.
When the lost land had been reclaimed piece by piece, just when everyone thought the apocalyptic war was about to end and the golden age was about to return, he had fallen in the darkness before dawn.
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"If we don't have the determination to die, we will definitely lose this war."
"That's why the world's population of 8 billion has become 80 million."
"Old Zhao, do you think we will win?"
"Yes."
"I'm not afraid of death. I'm afraid that the lives of so many people won't be enough to exchange for victory."
"We will win."
"That's good. When we win, I will find a place and start herding again. Sigh, the pasture when I was young, the blue sky and green grass … Forget it, I can't remember. Old Zhao, what about you? Will you be a composer again? "
"'Again'? I have never let it go. "
…
Fang Zhao suddenly recalled a conversation he had with his comrade, Su Mu.
The shouts of his dying subordinates and the roars of mutated beasts seemed to have faded away. The pain from decades of injuries and fatal wounds had vanished completely. His body seemed to be gradually regaining its senses.
This vitality was like a withered tree coming back to life. It puzzled Fang Zhao. After all, he was already over 100 years old. He was an old man with a body full of injuries and missing fingers. Even if his body had mutated in the post-apocalyptic world and his physique had been strengthened, he was still plagued by injuries and old age. He was like an overloaded machine at all times, so it was impossible for him to be in such a relaxed state.
Just as Fang Zhao was about to take a closer look, he felt as if his head was being pricked by needles. Countless unfamiliar images assaulted his brain. It was so crowded that it felt like it was going to explode at any moment.
As his body gradually regained control, Fang Zhao abruptly opened his eyes and sat up, gasping for breath. The exhaustion from using his brain caused his vision to darken for a moment, but as his headache gradually subsided and his vision recovered, Fang Zhao keenly sensed that his surroundings were abnormal.
Fang Zhao's intuition and perception, which he had honed through numerous life-and-death battles, allowed him to be certain that he was in an unfamiliar place without even looking.
No!
It was not a strange place!
An image appeared in his mind. It was a very familiar image.
This is where he lives.
He was Fang Zhao, but at the same time, he was not Fang Zhao.
He had died in that apocalyptic war, but now he had come back to life. He had come back to life in the body of a person also called Fang Zhao.
He came back to life!
Fang Zhao raised both of his hands and looked at his ten perfectly intact fingers. He moved his somewhat weak but pain-free legs.
This was a young, healthy body!
Fang Zhao's brain didn't just contain his own memories. Every scene of the battlefield before his death was incomparably clear. Close to a hundred years of escape and battle experiences were all in his mind. At the same time, he also had the memories of this body.
This young man also called Fang Zhao was only 23 years old and was about to end his career in higher education.
This was a young composer.
Unfortunately …
He had been dumped right after graduation. He had just started working when he was dumped. His good friend, whom he had always thought he would fight side by side with, had betrayed him for benefits and stolen all his three months of hard work. Under these repeated blows, this person had chosen a way to completely resolve his troubles — suicide.
Fang Zhao didn't understand. The apocalypse had already ended. Living in such a good world, why would he give up his life?
Wasn't it just being dumped?
Wasn't it just having his music stolen?
Wasn't it just being betrayed by a good friend?
So what?!
Was the sky collapsing?!
Did people in the apocalypse think of ways to survive? Why would they commit suicide because of such a small matter? People who lived in the apocalypse definitely couldn't understand. [Love ↑ Go △ Little ↓ Say △ Net w
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However, it was a peaceful era after the apocalypse. People who lived in a peaceful era had a different mindset. Fang Zhao himself had experienced a peaceful era. It was just that, too much time had passed, and his memories had been blurred by countless bloodshed.
What did people in a peaceful era think?
It didn't matter. No matter what, it had already happened.
Fang Zhao searched through the memories of this body in his mind. Other than sighing, he was angry at the lack of effort. Choosing such a method when encountering such a situation was too cowardly. It was a form of escape. The original owner of this body had died, and the person who had stolen his work was still living happily, becoming a successful person. Was his death worth it?
In any case, Fang Zhao felt that it wasn't worth it. Vengeance in this life. Who knew if there would be a next life?
However, the original owner of this body didn't dare face the current situation, but Fang Zhao was different.
People who had experienced the apocalypse were different from people in a peaceful era.
The more memories he searched, the more amazed Fang Zhao was.
There really was a new world …
So many years of fighting, so many years of living in hell, it was worth it! While searching through the original memories of this body, Fang Zhao didn't give up on investigating his surroundings. Regardless of the time, even if his body was in a safe environment, Fang Zhao wouldn't completely let down his guard. This was a habit he had developed during the apocalypse, and it was also one of the reasons he had been able to survive for so many years.
Fang Zhao only stopped searching his body's memories when he heard an increasingly loud whining sound beside him. He turned his head to take a look.
He had just sensed that there was another life form in this narrow room, but it wasn't a threat, and it didn't reveal any intention of attacking. During the apocalypse, these kinds of wild beasts weren't mutated, so he hadn't paid much attention to them. Now that the sound was getting louder, Fang Zhao turned his attention to it.
It was a dog that wasn't very big. Its fur was as long as a finger, and it was covered in dirt. Who knew what was stuck to it? This dog was very skinny. If its fur was removed, all that was left was skin and bones.
It was a stray that the original owner of the body had picked up before committing suicide.
After the original owner of the body picked it up last night, she gave it her last dinner. Half of it was eaten by the original owner, and the other half was given to the dog. Both portions of food were filled with drugs that could be used to commit suicide.
On a nearby table was an empty bowl. The spiked food had already been finished by the original owner of the body. The plate beside the dog was the same as yesterday, untouched.
In Fang Zhao's memory, the dog's physical condition hadn't been too good yesterday. It had almost been unable to stand. After one night, it seemed to be in better spirits, but it still had difficulty getting up. It lay on its side, tilting its head slightly, twisting its neck in Fang Zhao's direction. It wagged its tail and stared at Fang Zhao with its black eyes.
Fang Zhao moved his legs. Although they were still a little weak, he could still walk.
Both feet stepped on the ground. From the soles of his feet to his brain, the sense of stability made Fang Zhao's heart beat faster.
As if to confirm the authenticity of the scene before him, Fang Zhao walked very carefully and very seriously.
One step, two steps …
From the beginning, it seemed like he was probing in slow motion, but it gradually sped up. Every cell in his body was excited by the emotions transmitted to his brain.
To go from death to life, how fortunate!
Walking over to where the dog was lying, Fang Zhao crouched down and picked up the plate made of some unknown material and the spiked food. He threw them all into the trash can.
Seeing Fang Zhao's actions, the dog seemed to become a little more spirited, its eyes brightening.
There was no longer any food in the house that could be eaten. Based on his body's memory, Fang Zhao took out a bowl from the cupboard. Touching the sides of the bowl, he confirmed that it wasn't any material he was familiar with. At first glance, it looked like ceramic, but to the touch, it felt more like a kind of plastic composite. It was very light.
His brain had some vague memories of this new material. From those memories, Fang Zhao only knew that this was a material that could rapidly degrade under certain conditions and wouldn't release large amounts of harmful substances.
Not delving any deeper, Fang Zhao went to the sink to fill half a bowl of water according to his memory and placed it in front of the dog.
The dog, which had been lying there, stood up unsteadily. It looked like it would collapse at any moment, but it still managed to stand firmly. It lowered its head and licked the water in the bowl, its tail still wagging slightly.
Even a stray dog was doing its best to live.
Fang Zhao glanced at the dog, then turned his attention back to the small house.
The space was about 20 square meters. It was cramped and messy, and the corner was a mess. But the memories in his brain told Fang Zhao that before yesterday, that corner had actually been the tidiest place in the entire house.
The narrow space in the corner was about four square meters. That was where the original owner of the body had composed. The songs he had composed over the past two months had been completed in that cramped corner.
Many of the tools and furnishings in the room were very unfamiliar. Fang Zhao had never seen household appliances before, but he could understand everything from the memories in his brain. So as long as he could fully assimilate the memories, he wouldn't have any problems surviving here.
Fang Zhao went to a corner and pressed a small button on the wall. A waist-high cupboard extended out from the wall. Above the cupboard was a mirror.
Without studying the material of the mirror and the cupboard, Fang Zhao carefully examined the person in the mirror.
The original owner of the body resembled Fang Zhao. Actually, Fang Zhao couldn't even remember what he had looked like when he was young, but when he looked at the face in the mirror, Fang Zhao found a trace of familiarity. It wasn't based on the memories of this body, but rather on the memories that Fang Zhao had brought.
It was really … fate.
Although he didn't know how he had obtained this healthy body, and Fang Zhao didn't approve of the original owner's methods, since he had inherited this body and obtained the original owner's memories, Fang Zhao had to bear some responsibility.
Staring at the pair of eyes in the mirror, Fang Zhao said seriously:
You don't want your life, I'll take it.
I'll avenge you.
I'll help you repay your debt.
Your dream is to become a world-renowned composer? Coincidentally, so am I.
Actually, Fang Zhao's ambition was huge. But this was a new and unfamiliar world. No matter how ambitious he was, he had to build it on the basis of reality and his own abilities. The dreams that he hadn't been able to fulfill before the end of days could perhaps be realized here.
Anyone could talk big, but before adapting to the environment and understanding one's own abilities, talking big was just empty talk.
Pushing the cupboard back into the wall, Fang Zhao walked over to the window and opened it.
It was almost noon, and the weather outside was sunny. The curtains had already been drawn, but the room was still dark. This was a black street. A slum like place.
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