During a mission to search for supplies, in order to save his teammate, Thomas was surrounded by zombies. After a sharp pain, the world fell into a deadly silence and darkness.
Surviving in the apocalypse, dangers were everywhere, and Thomas had long been prepared for his death.
But death seemed different from what he expected?
A sense of suffocation suddenly pulled him back from the darkness into reality. He struggled to open his eyes, only to see a man with a flushed face, hazy eyes, and reeking of alcohol.
He was tightly gripping Thomas's throat, his eyes burning with furious anger, continuously cursing: "You two damned little monsters! Cursed bastards! You ruined my life, go to hell!"
Thomas struggled to reach out and pry away the man's large, iron-vise-like hands, but the suffocation left his limbs weak and unable to move.
Was this a nightmare? Or hell?
At the brink of death,
A sharp, crying child's voice rang out: "Let go of Thomas, let him go!"
Thomas's gaze moved downwards with difficulty, only to see a small figure standing not far away. It was a small boy with a face full of fear and anger, and his face still bore bruises.
The little boy's body trembled with anger, as if some unknown power was awakening within him.
"I said, let him go!" The little boy's voice rang out again, this time, it transformed into a tangible shockwave, and the surrounding air seemed to tremble with it.
Following his command, the previously quiet furnishings in the room instantly lost their balance. Porcelain and vases flew into the air, as if controlled by an invisible force, spinning and colliding, ultimately shattering into countless fragments, each piece like a sharp blade, pointing directly at the enraged man.
The man's face grew even paler, the fierce light in his eyes instantly extinguished, replaced by deep fear and confusion.
He abruptly released Thomas, as if discarding something dirty, muttering: "Monsters… you're all monsters!" He staggered backward, eventually fled out the door, and disappeared into the night.
In an instant, the porcelain shards fell like raindrops, making a crisp and jarring sound. The little boy plopped down onto the ground, as if all his strength had been drained.
Thomas, who had fallen to the ground, clutched his collar, gasping for air. That was close, he almost died again!
Then, he saw his hands. These were the hands of a toddler.
I turned into a child ?
A strange thought flashed through his mind, Thomas's vision began to blur, and darkness engulfed him once more.
In the morning, Thomas woke up in the sunlight, wanting to reach out and block it, but his wrist was pulled by a force.
Opening his eyes, he found the child who had saved him yesterday lying beside him.
A ragged strip of cloth tightly bound their wrists together. The slender, small arm was completely different from his own muscular, well-defined arm.
This was not his body.
The other child on the bed had already been awakened by Thomas's movement. With his eyes closed, he reflexively reached out a small hand and gently patted his back: "Thomas... don't be scared... don't run around..."
Although this boy had black hair and black eyes, he had typical foreign facial features—a high nose bridge and deep eye sockets. He spoke English, making Thomas realize he was no longer within China's borders.
Through the mottled window frame, he saw a hazy sky outside. The sunlight stubbornly streamed through the clouds, casting dappled shadows.
The world outside was very peaceful, without the roar of zombies or the mournful cries of beasts.
Only leaves swayed gently in the breeze, making a rustling sound.
It was so peaceful that it felt like a beautiful dream.
Of course, for Thomas, this was indeed a beautiful dream.
His first death seemed to have brought him to a new world.
It had brought him back to a pre-apocalyptic Earth.
Thomas finished his college entrance examination at eighteen, and just as he was about to start a new life, he unluckily encountered the end of the world.
Zombies ran rampant, plants and animals mutated, and the land was contaminated by large-scale radiation, making it impossible to grow food.
Human society was on the verge of collapse.
But there is always a way out. In this extremely harsh environment, humans began to evolve. Some people gradually awakened their Abilities, becoming super-warriors capable of confronting the difficulties of the apocalypse.
They could fight against zombies, cultivate mutated plants, purify water sources, and ultimately gain a moment of respite for humanity, allowing survivors to live on this land.
But since then, human activity was mercilessly confined to settlements enclosed by high walls. Strength was the only rule for survival.
And all of this had only happened in ten years. Thomas's life stopped at twenty-eight.
While Thomas was in a daze, the boy beside him had fully woken up. He untied the cloth strip on their hands and, like a little adult, instructed: "Thomas, don't run around, I'm going to make breakfast."
Thomas wanted to speak, but didn't know what to say, so he just stood there with his mouth open, looking dazed and foolish.
The boy didn't need his response. After finishing his own words, he left the room, locking the door behind him.
Alone, Thomas began to examine the simple room: old wooden floorboards, furniture consisting only of a single bed, a wooden chair, a small cabinet, and what appeared to be the most valuable item in the entire house—a full-length mirror.
The full-length mirror's bronze frame was carved with intricate patterns, but the bronze had already rusted, clearly indicating it was a very old item.
Thomas walked to the mirror. Reflected in the mirror was a face strikingly similar to the boy who had just left.
Even a stranger could tell at a glance that the two were Twins.
Black, medium-length hair framed a thin, small face, which was an unhealthy sallow color. His hair, unwashed for who knew how long, looked somewhat greasy and tangled together haphazardly, forming messy knots.
Ill-fitting old clothes hung loosely on him, further emphasizing the boy's slender physique.
He was hardly an adorable child, but Thomas realized he had stumbled upon an incredible opportunity!
A chance to live in a peaceful, safe world!
What surprised him most was that his Wood Element Ability had actually followed his soul into this body!
However, it was likely due to the constitution of this body that the Ability within him was extremely weak, not even reaching the standard Level 1 rating. It was worth noting that in his previous life, he was a gifted Wood Element Ability user, awakening directly to a Level 2 Ability.
But this was still the power he was familiar with, his power for self-preservation.
Suppressing the wild joy in his heart, Thomas secretly thought: "Transmigration must have been based on karma."
Although he hadn't intended it, he had, after all, occupied someone else's body.
However, since his soul was able to merge with this body so smoothly, then this child must have already passed away before he arrived.
But since fate had made him this boy, an unbreakable connection, what Taoists often call "karma," must have formed between him and the boy under the laws of Heaven.
Without repaying karma, the Taoist heart is hard to achieve.
He bit his tongue, and with a finger gesture, pointed at the mirror. A wisp of green light flew from his fingertip into the mirror.
This technique was his master's self-created soul-summoning art, requiring only a tiny bit of power to be used with specific hand gestures.
If the boy's soul was still present, it should be able to be drawn into the mirror as a medium.
Indeed, when Thomas smiled at the reflection, the boy in the mirror displayed a fearful, uglier-than-crying smile.
Thomas said softly: "What unfulfilled wishes do you have? Since I am using your body, I will do my utmost to fulfill your unfinished business."
The boy seemed unaccustomed to speaking, and said haltingly: "Take care... Siv... Severus."
"Severus? Your younger brother?"
The boy in the mirror nodded.
Thomas solemnly promised: "I promise you, as long as I live, I will take good care of him."
The boy showed a small smile, and with a "bang," the mirror cracked.
Thomas was greatly alarmed!
This child actually dispersed his own soul!
Then he must not have been an ordinary child, but also possessed some kind of supernatural power.
Thomas suddenly felt that this might not be the pre-apocalyptic Earth he was familiar with. The unknown made him feel uneasy. He wouldn't have to experience another apocalypse, would he?
He suddenly felt a sharp pain, and large chunks of memories flooded into his mind, jostling for space.
This was actually a modern society with a Wizarding World!
So I'm in the "Harry Potter" script? I should have memorized the book!