The meteorite rain brought about a disaster of destruction. Unfamiliar elements caused animals to develop lesions, and invisible microorganisms brought countless epidemics.

In addition to its own epidemics, humans also have to fight against more lesion animals. The omnipresent threats and countless mutated microorganisms, diseases and disasters that are irresistible have caused the evolution of civilization to stop and cause retreat.

The bustling city has become ruins, and large fertile land has become hell.

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Fang Zhao couldn't remember how long he had survived and fought in that almost doomsday world.

More than ninety years or one hundred years?

Can't remember it clearly.

Before the end of the world, he was a well-known composer, and his career was in the rising period. Just when he was about to publish his most proud works in the world, he ushered in the battle of destruction. In order to live, he escaped from everywhere to leading the team to fight.

When the lost land was taken back one by one, just as everyone felt that the battle of destruction was about to end and the prosperous age would reappear, he fell into the darkness before dawn.

...

"If there is no determination to die, this war will be defeated."

"So, 8 billion people around the world have become 80 million people now."

"Laozhao, do you think we will win?"

"meeting."

"I'm not afraid of death, what I'm afraid of is that so many people's lives cannot be exchanged for winning."

“Will win.”

"That's good. When I win, I will find a place to start grazing again. Oh, the pastures when I was a child, the blue sky and the grasslands... Forget it, I can't remember it. Lao Zhao, what about you? Will you become your composer again in the future?"

"'Re-'? I've never put it down."

...

A conversation he had with his comrade-in-arms Su Mu suddenly rang in Fang Zhao's mind.

Before death, the shouts of subordinates and the roars of mutant creatures seemed to begin to move away. The pain caused by decades of injuries and fatal wounds disappeared completely, and the body had a tendency to gradually recover from perception.

The vitality of the dead tree in spring made Fang Zhao very puzzled. After all, he was over 100 years old, an old man full of injuries and incomplete fingers. Even if his body had some changes in his own defense in the end of the world and his physical fitness was enhanced, but after all, he was troubled by injuries and was older. He was like an overloaded machine every moment, and it was impossible for him to be in such a relaxed state.

Just as Fang Zhao was about to feel it carefully, his head hurt like a needle, and countless strange scenes hit his brain, so crowded that it seemed as if it was about to explode the next moment.

The body was gradually under control. Fang Zhao suddenly opened his eyes, sat up and gasped, using the excessive fatigue of his brain to make his vision dark for a moment, but as the headache gradually eased and his vision recovered, Fang Zhao keenly noticed the abnormality around him.

The intuition and perception trained on the battlefield of life and death are so that Fang Zhao can be sure that he is in a strange place without looking at it...

wrong!

Not a strange place!

A picture appears in the brain, a picture that seems to be very familiar.

This is where he lives.

He is Fang Zhao, but he is not Fang Zhao.

He was dead in that war of the end of the world, but now he has come back to life, and he has come back to life in a man named Fang Zhao.

Come alive!!

Fang Zhao raised his hands, looked at the ten young fingers, and moved his legs that were a little weak but without any pain.

This is a young and healthy body!

Not only Fang Zhao's own memory is in his mind, but the scenes on the battlefield before his death are still extremely clear. The nearly a hundred years of escape and combat experience are all in his mind, but at the same time, he also has the memory of this body itself.

This young man, also called Fang Zhao, is only twenty-three years old and is about to end his higher education career.

This is a young composer.

pity……

He was dumped as soon as he graduated and was slaughtered as soon as he worked. His friend who had always thought he would fight side by side betrayed him for the sake of profit and stolen all his three-month achievements. After repeated blows, the man chose a way to completely solve his worries - commit suicide.

Fang Zhao was puzzled. The end of the world was over. Why did he give up his life in such a good world?

Didn't you just get dumped?

Isn't it just that the song was stolen?

Isn’t it just betrayed by a good friend?

So what?!

Is the sky falling?!

People in the end times try to survive and commit suicide because of this? People living in the end times must not understand.

However, now it is a peaceful and prosperous era after the end of the world. People who live in peaceful times have different ideas. Fang Zhao himself has also experienced peaceful times, but the time is too far apart and his memories have been blurred by countless bloody storms.

What do people think in peacetime?

It doesn't matter. No matter what, it has happened.

Fang Zhao searched for another part of the memory of the body in his brain, and except sighing, he was angry that he was not fighting. When he encountered such a thing, he chose such a way, which was too cowardly and was escaping. The original owner died, and the person who stole his achievements was still alive and happy, transforming himself into a successful person. Is his death worth it?

Anyway, Fang Zhao himself felt that it was quite worthwhile. If you have a feud in life, you will know if there will be a next life.

However, the original owner did not dare to face the current situation, but Fang Zhao was different.

After all, people who have experienced the end of the world have different minds and minds from those who have peace.

The more memories you searched for, the more surprised Fang Zhao was.

There is really a new world...

So many years of battle and so many years of hellish life are worth it! When searching for the original memory of this body, Fang Zhao did not give up on exploring the surroundings. No matter when, even when the body itself is in a safe environment, Fang Zhao would not completely relax his vigilance. This is a habit developed in the end of the world and one of the reasons why he could live in the end of the world for so many years.

When there was a louder and louder sound coming from beside him, Fang Zhao temporarily stopped searching his body memory and looked over.

He just noticed that there was another living object in this small room, but it was not threatening, nor did he show his intention to attack. In the end of the world, this kind of crazy beast that was generally not a diseased, so he didn't focus on that side just now. Now that he heard louder and louder voices, Fang Zhao looked at the past.

It was a small dog, with hairs on the fingers tied into balls, stains everywhere, I don’t know what it was sticking to. The dog is very thin, and if you remove the dog’s hair, it may only be skinny and boneless.

The stray dog ​​picked up by the original owner before committing suicide.

After picking it up last night, the original owner gave it a last extra meal. Half of the original owner ate it himself, and the other half gave it to the dog - both servings of food were filled with self-killing medicine bought from the pharmacy.

There was an empty bowl on the table not far away. The food with medicine in it had been eaten by the original owner, while the plate next to the dog was still the same as yesterday, and it did not move as it was.

In my memory, yesterday, the dog was in poor health and could hardly stand up. After one night, I saw that I was a little better, but I still had difficulty getting up. I lay there on my side, tilted my head slightly, twisted my neck and looked at Fang Zhao, shaking my tail tip, and staring at Fang Zhao with dark eyes.

Fang Zhao moved his legs. Although he was still a little weak, he could still walk around.

The feeling of down-to-earthness of his feet on the ground and spreading from the soles of his feet to his brain made Fang Zhao's heart beat faster.

As if he was confirming the authenticity of these in front of him, Fang Zhao walked away carefully and seriously.

One step, two steps...

From the beginning, the tests that seemed like slow motion gradually got faster, and every cell in the body was excited with the emotions transmitted by the brain.

How lucky to die to life!

Walking to the place where the dog was lying, Fang Zhao squatted and threw the plate on the ground with unknown ingredients and the paste food containing medicine inside into the trash can.

Seeing Fang Zhao's actions, the dog seemed to be a little more energetic and had a little more spirit in his eyes.

There was no food in the room. Fang Zhao took out a bowl from the cupboard based on his body's memory. He touched the wall of the bowl and confirmed that this was not any material he was familiar with. At first glance, it looked like ceramic, but it felt more like a plastic composite, very light.

There are some vague memories of new materials in the brain, and Fang Zhao can only know from those memories. This is a material that can quickly degrade under specific conditions and does not release a large amount of harmful substances.

Without further investigation, Fang Zhao went to the pool according to his memory and took half a bowl of water and put it in front of the dog.

The dog, who was originally lying there, stood up swayingly, looking at the way he was about to fall down at any time, but he still stood firm, lowered his head and licked the water in the bowl, and his tail was slightly shaken.

Even a stray dog ​​tries to live.

Fang Zhao looked at the dog and focused on this small room again.

There was a total space of about 20 square meters, which was crowded and messy, and the corner was even more messy, but the memories left in my mind made Fang Zhao know that before yesterday, that corner was actually the most neat place in the whole room.

The narrow space of about four square meters in the corner is the place where the original owner created. The songs written in the past two months were completed in that cramped corner.

Many indoor tools and decorations are very unfamiliar, and Fang Zhao has never seen household appliances before. However, he can understand everything from the memories left by his brain. Therefore, as long as he fully integrates the memory, he will have no problem living here.

Fang Zhao came to a place and pressed a small button on the wall. A waist-high cabinet stretched out from the wall, and a mirror above the cabinet was above it.

Without studying the materials of the mirror and cabinet, Fang Zhao looked carefully at the person in the mirror.

The original owner and Fang Zhao looked a little similar. In fact, Fang Zhao didn't remember what he looked like when he was young. However, when seeing this face in the mirror, Fang Zhao would still find a sense of familiarity, not based on the memory of the body itself, but the memory that Fang Zhao himself brought.

It's really...destined.

Although Fang Zhao did not agree with the original owner's approach for some reason, since he inherited this body and obtained the original owner's memory, Fang Zhao would also take part of the responsibility.

Staring at the eyes in the mirror, Fang Zhao said seriously:

I'll accept the fate you want.

I will avenge your revenge!

I will help you pay back your debt!

Your dream is to become a famous global composer? Just so do I.

In fact, Fang Zhao had great ambitions, but this place was a new world that he was unfamiliar with. No matter how many ambitions he had, they had to be based on reality and his own abilities. The wishes that could not be fulfilled before the end of the world might be realized here.

Everyone can say big talk, but before they can adapt to the environment and understand their abilities, they will only be empty.

After pushing the cabinet back into the wall, Fang Zhao walked to the window and opened it.
Chapter completed!