Chapter 245 Extra 1: Reborn 1
Meng Jiming, breathlessly, rolled into a broken window and lay on the ground to hide. The next second, a loud explosion was heard outside, and then there was no movement.
Meng Jiming did not dare to be careless. He still lay on the ground motionless, his breathing so weak that it was almost non-existent.
After a long while, making sure there was no movement outside, he carefully stood up, but still didn't dare to stick his head out. Instead, he took out a special corner telescope and placed it on the windowsill. In the lens, in the middle of the devastated city street, lay a grotesque body with a blown-off head. It looked like a wild beast, but also like a deformed human figure, very disgusting.
Seeing this, Meng Jiming finally relaxed. He took out his communicator and whispered quickly, "Report number 1143, report number 1143, all the monsters in area 13 have been killed, all the monsters in area 13 have been killed... 26 dead..."
When he said this number, Meng Jiming's heart tightened. He was the only teammate left in their class.
Fortunately, they held this line of defense, so the rear is safe. In the short term, they don’t have to worry about monsters invading Jinan City through here!
Jinan City was originally just a small third-tier city, but after the disaster, it was designated as one of the main safe bases because of its stable food production and supply. His family members are all in Jinan City.
However, there was no response from the communicator. Meng Jiming suddenly had a bad feeling and immediately switched to another channel.
This was the public channel for the southern region, broadcasting daily news on the war situation in various regions of the country. He had just tuned back when he heard the announcer speaking rapidly: "...On March 6th, a sudden wave of monsters broke out in Jin'an City. Upon investigation, another alien rift was discovered within the city... Several major residential areas in Jin'an have now fallen, including Xinghu District and Mudan District... Grain-producing areas have been contaminated by monsters, and residents are currently being urgently evacuated..."
Meng Jiming's hand holding the communicator fell down weakly...
On May 16, 2043, in order to cover the escape of a car full of elderly, weak and children, Meng Jiming tied a special bomb to his body and hugged a monster tightly, dying together with it. He was 21 years old.
Before his death, the last thing he thought of was not his deceased family, but the green city with birds singing and flowers blooming before the disaster spread to the southern region... He thought: The government's plan to create a god will definitely succeed!
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Meng Jiming opened his eyes again and found that he was no longer on the battlefield filled with smoke, and he could no longer hear the cries of the people or the gasps of monsters.
His dazed gaze shifted from the bright and clean interior to the buzzing alarm clock, and only then did he realize that he was lying on a soft bed that smelled of laundry detergent.
Before he could come to his senses, the door was opened from the outside, and a woman walked in with an urging voice, "Xiao Ming! It's nine o'clock and you're not getting up yet. You'll miss the time if you're any later."
Following closely behind was a tall man. "The child was so excited last night when he heard we were going to the park that he couldn't sleep. Just let him sleep a little longer! At worst, you can just hold him in the car and let him sleep."
The woman said, "Just spoil him! The competition is so fierce now. If he doesn't wake up early and concentrate, what will happen if the teacher doesn't accept him when he goes to the park later?"
As he said that, he picked up Meng Jiming from the bed and asked the man to change his clothes and wipe his face.
Meng Jiming let them toss him around, but his eyes were already fixed on their faces and couldn't be pulled away.
Although they looked much younger, he could recognize them at a glance. They were his parents! Had he gone to heaven to reunite with his family?
After being dizzy for half an hour, Meng Jiming cleaned himself up and sat at the dining table. He rationally analyzed the surrounding environment and concluded that this place couldn't be heaven, let alone hell. It was simple. After dying and becoming a ghost, it was impossible for him to need to go to the bathroom! And if he was a ghost after death, why would he look like a child?
Staring at his soft, white, tender hands, Meng Jiming thought he was reborn. The calendar showed that it was May 16, 2028. He had been reborn 15 years ago and was now a 6-year-old child.
In his previous life, when everyone felt there was no hope, some supernatural things began to be picked up and studied. In addition, the country was implementing a deification plan at that time, so Meng Jiming more or less knew some legends, which he didn't know whether they were true or false.
It is said that a child's three souls and seven spirits are incomplete, and only when they reach the age of five do they gradually gather and begin to remember things. The evidence for this is that most people cannot remember anything before the age of five or six.
Let's assume this is true! So he was reborn with the memories of his past life.
Thinking that he could make up for many regrets and take precautions against attacks from monsters and evil gods in advance, Meng Jiming felt a heaviness in his chest. The excitement of being reborn had been suppressed by his sense of responsibility and mission.
"What are you thinking about! Eat quickly and then go out." Mom brought breakfast and put it on the table.
The fragrant soy milk, steaming hot buns and golden and crispy fried dough sticks left Meng Jiming stunned.
Dad poured Mom a bowl of soy milk and asked, "What's wrong with this child today? He's been so dazed?"
Meng Jiming asked carefully, "Is today a special day? Why is the breakfast so sumptuous?"
Mom was puzzled. "Isn't it the same every day at our house?"
What do you mean by almost? This is way too different, okay?
Although he couldn't recall many of his childhood memories, he clearly remembered the most important things for a child: food and clothing. Because several important grain production bases in the country had been destroyed by monsters, the country was facing a food crisis. Every household was living in poverty, and every pound of food had to be exchanged for food coupons.
His family was also frugal and could not afford to make soy milk. In the morning, they usually had white porridge and pickles. Only on particularly important days would they have a hearty breakfast, such as the Chinese New Year and other festivals, so he remembered it very clearly.
He drank the soy milk and ate the fried dough sticks carefully, and gradually his eyes became moist. It was so delicious! So delicious! Were the soy milk and fried dough sticks in his memory so delicious?
Perhaps because they were really busy today, Meng's parents didn't pay attention to his emotions. The two finished breakfast in ten minutes. Meng's mother picked up her son, who weighed dozens of pounds, with one hand and ran away at a brisk pace, shocking Meng Jiming.
Meng Jiming began to feel that something was wrong with this rebirth. Was his mother really that strong?
The community was still the one he remembered, but as Meng Jiming observed it, he found more and more things wrong.
For example, the residents in the community were all very unfamiliar. This was not a big deal, after all, it had been so many years and it was normal that he didn't remember them. However, the spirit of these people was really different from that of his previous life. Everyone was energetic and radiant, and seemed to be very strong. When he saw an old man with white hair lifting a stone pillar, Meng Jiming couldn't help but widen his eyes, suspecting that the stone pillar was made of plastic.
Due to various reasons, he did not start primary school until he was nine years old in his previous life, but Meng Jiming would never forget what was taught in the textbooks.
As early as 1993, the world had its first case of a monster harming people.
Around 2000, demons were rampant abroad, and within five years, they had spread to parts of the country. After twenty years of resistance, the north fell, and demons began to invade the south.
People were in panic, the situation was turbulent and chaotic - this was his deep impression of the environment during his childhood.
In this environment, ordinary residents cannot develop this kind of mental state.
What is going on?
Meng Jiming didn't expect that what made him even more confused was yet to come.
As he walked out of the community gate, he saw a group of parents with their children waiting by the road at the entrance. He was confused by the topics of conversation between the parents.
"Hey, this is your child. How old is he?"
"Just like your family, it's six years old!"
"That's the age to go to the park."
"That's right. In order to buy a house in Jinan City, my family used all their connections! Although there are quotas in every area now, they are too precious. I tried for a long time but still couldn't get one."
"I really envy those who participated in the Guardian War. If I had known this would happen, I would have quit my job five years ago to participate!"
"Some people just registered for the app and found that there were a lot of points in their accounts, which directly surpassed a large group of people. I really don't know how they did it?"
"I heard that those who get a lot of points right after registering are all reincarnated martyrs!"
"This is too superstitious!"
"Hey, that's nothing, the evil gods have all been killed."
Meng Jiming was stunned at first, but when he heard that "the evil god was killed", he was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped to the ground! He felt dizzy and suspected that he was dreaming.
At this time, the car that the parents were waiting for finally arrived. It looked like a cartoon train, very long. It had no tracks, but it ran freely on the road.
Meng Jiming was taken into the car by his parents and heard the parents around him change the topic again.
"Oh, I'm so nervous. I don't know if I can show up today."
"The tutor I hired for my child is a Level 5 Transcendent. He cram a lot of knowledge yesterday. Baby, tell everyone about it."
Then, a child who looked about six years old began to recite in a baby voice, "First, there are a total of one hundred levels of transcendence. Second, Paradise is a place that brings joy and happiness to everyone. In Paradise, we should have fun and eat happily... Third, the exotic races include red-eyed elves and dwarf elves..."
Meng Jiming: ...
What are they saying? Why can't I understand a word they say?
No, some people still understood.
After the disaster, some people gained superhuman powers. His aunt Meng Linlin was one of them, but she died on the battlefield before she was thirty. But that news wasn't made public until at least seven or eight years later. How could she still be hired as a tutor now?
I feel like there are so many extraordinary people on the street. I don’t know whether it is a blessing or a curse?
Just as I was thinking about it, the train issued a reminder - we have arrived at the Fantasy Park.
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