The air of Lingyao Planet's Li family manor was unusually still that morning. Sunlight spilled through the tall windows, painting golden patterns across the polished floors. Somewhere in the sprawling mansion, a newborn cried.
Li Heng opened his eyes, but the world was a blur—an incomprehensible haze of shapes and colors. He remembered another life : Earth , a small city , lecture halls filled with students, the hum of machinery, and the sudden, unbearable darkness of death.
And now… he was here.
A tiny body, fragile and unfamiliar, yet his mind was sharp. Memories and instincts clashed with new sensations. His fists clenched, sensing the warmth of hands holding him, the soft rustle of fabric against skin, and the low murmur of voices around him.
Something else called to him—a faint thread of energy that flowed through the room, the bodies, even the walls. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, yet he felt it with the certainty of a memory he could not place.
Energy…
He didn't understand the word, or what it meant here, but the feeling was undeniable. Warmth, presence, movement, potential. Even at a few hours old, he noticed that some people carried it more strongly than others.
A midwife cooed softly, adjusting the blanket around him. Li Heng's tiny eyes tracked her movements, more curious than afraid. Patterns, flows, sequences… instinctively, he cataloged everything. It was the logic of circuits and energy flows, faint echoes of his old life.
Somewhere nearby, an elder whispered of family legends—stories of ancestors who had harnessed energy in ways ordinary people could not understand, and of faint powers from worlds beyond Lingyao. The words were unclear, distant, like wind through leaves. Other planets… other powers… The meaning was lost to most, but to Li Heng, the words stirred something deep and familiar.
He didn't know what he could do yet. He could sense, observe, and analyze, but manipulation was impossible. Still, awareness was enough. Awareness was the first step.
And in that quiet, golden room, Li Heng made the first choice of his new life—not with words, but with thought:
This world is larger than it seems. I will understand it.
The newborn's cries softened into quiet observation. A mind reborn, cataloging, analyzing, and sensing. Not a hero yet. Not a genius yet. Just a boy—aware, curious, and beginning the journey that would span years.