Chapter 1 (1/2)

Chapter 1 The New World after the Apocalypse

The meteor shower brought world-ending disaster along with it. Strange elements led to animals developing mutations. Micro-organisms invisible to the naked eye brought along countless diseases.

Humanity aside from its own diseases, also had to resist against the more numerous mutated animals. The omnipresence of threat, as well as the countless variations of microbes, resistant diseases, and disaster led to the evolution of civilization come to a halt and regress instead.

The bustling cities turned into ruins, the vast expanses of fertile land were reduced to h.e.l.l.

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Fang Zhao didn’t remember how long he had been surviving in that near-apocalyptic world, how long he had been fighting.

Ninety years? Or maybe a hundred years?

Can’t remember.

Before the end of the world, he was quite a famous composer with his career on the rise. Just when he was preparing the work that he was most satisfied with, he was welcomed by the war of extinction. In order to live, he went from fleeing in all directions to leading a squad of troops fighting bravely.

At the time when the lost lands were being recovered piece by piece, everyone thought that this war of extinction would come to an end and a golden age would reappear, at that time, he collapsed in the darkness before the dawn.

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“If you are not determined to ride the line of certain death, you will certainly lose this war.”

“So, the 8 billion people of the world are now reduced to 80 million.”

“Old Zhao, you tell, can we achieve victory?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t fear death. I only fear that even after the death of so many people we still won’t have won the surface.”

“We will win.”

“That is good, after the victory, I will find a place and restart grazing, ai, the pastures from my childhood, the blue skies and green gra.s.s….forget it, I can’t reminisce about the old days. Old Zhao, what about you? After the victory, will you go back to being a composer?”

“‘Restart’? I never stopped in the first place.”

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The conversation that Fang Zhao once had with his comrade-in-arms Su Mu echoed in his mind.

The shouts of his subordinates at death’s door, the roars of mutated creatures, seemed to be getting more and more distant. The pain from decades of injuries and fatal wounds had disappeared completely, he was gradually regaining consciousness.

Fang Zhao was quite perplexed by the overwhelming feeling akin to a dead wood meeting the rejuvenation of spring. After all, he was already more than a hundred years old, an injury-ridden old man with incomplete fingers. Even if the apocalypse caused the defense mechanisms of the body to undergo a mutation or physical enhancement, but after all was said and done, his injuries had developed too many complications, and his age was also too old. Having remained in that state of an overloaded machine at every moment, it was impossible to reach this kind of a gentle state.

At that time, Fang Zhao felt a slender p.r.i.c.k like sensation, as if a needle had been inserted into his brain. Countless images a.s.saulted his brain, crowded as if they might explode the next moment.

He was gradually regaining control of the body. Fang Zhao suddenly opened his eyes, sat up, and opened his mouth to take a deep breath. Overuse of the brain to the point of exhaustion had made his vision darken momentarily. However, with the gradual easing of the headache his vision recovered. Fang Zhao’s acute perception discovered an anomaly in the surroundings.

His intuition and sensitivity borne out of countless life-and-death battles on the battlefield, made it so that Fang Zhao didn’t even need to look to determine that he was in an unfamiliar place.

Wrong!

It wasn’t an unfamiliar place!

A picture emerged in his mind, a picture that he was seemingly quite familiar with.

This was where his host lived.

He was Fang Zhao, but also not Fang Zhao.

He had already died in the War of Extinction, but he had managed to come back to life. He was brought to life in the body of someone who was also called Fang Shao.

He had come back from death! !

Fang Zhao raised his hands and looked at the ten intact fingers, he felt somewhat fatigued while moving but there was no pain in his legs.

This was a young and healthy body!

In Fang Zhao’s mind were not only his own memories, he could still very clearly recall the scene of dying in battle, nearly a hundred years of fleeing, the battle experience, everything was in his mind, but at the same time he also had the memories of his own body.

This young man was also called Fang Zhao, he was only 23 years old, and he was about to finish his professional higher education.

This person was a young composer.

What a pity…...

Just as he was graduating, he had been dumped, he had been cheated out of his hard work. The friend who he felt he could fight with side-by-side, ended up betraying him for personal benefit. The results of his three months of work were all stolen. Under the repeated blows, this person chose a solution to thoroughly resolve all his problems -- Suicide.

Fang Zhao was quite puzzled, the apocalypse had ended. He was living in such a good world, why would he give up his life?

Wasn’t it just being dumped?

Wasn’t it just having your song stolen?

Wasn’t it just being betrayed by your good partner?

Then so what? !

Has the sky fallen? !

In the apocalypse, people were thinking up every possible means just to survive but because of this matter you committed suicide? People who live in this era certainly do not understand.

However, right now was the peacetime of the golden age after the apocalypse. People living in peace had different thoughts. Fang Zhao himself had also experienced peace once, but it was too distant in time, the memory had been rendered fuzzy by the countless carnages.