Chapter 1: Nen Ability
Pain!
It hurts so much!
My head... my heart hurts!
Jing Yang gradually awoke from unconsciousness, feeling as if he were submerged in a weightless pool of water. It should have been a warm and comfortable sensation, yet his heart was pounding wildly, as if it were about to explode. Jing Yang numbly sensed a strange aura, feeling both scalding like boiling water and chilling to the bone, trying to burrow into the depths of his heart...
Stop it! My heart is really going to explode...
After an unknown amount of time, Jing Yang suddenly opened his eyes. It felt like waking from a dream, followed by a sense of disillusionment. Then came the sensation of being bound by something and suffocated under layers of heavy objects... He struggled desperately, and dim light seeped through the gaps in the heavy objects. Jing Yang struggled more fiercely, pushing all the weight off himself, finally freeing himself from the constraints and awkward posture. Though exhausted, he could now lie comfortably spread-eagle.
The evening glow filled the sky, and chaotic, tall wild grass filled Jing Yang's vision. He belatedly realized, when did he end up lying in such a desolate place?
If he remembered correctly, he was staying at home due to the pandemic, bored out of his mind, having just fried a bowl of rice, ready to find something to watch to pass the time... He hadn't provoked anyone, living as a law-abiding citizen, so how did he end up here with just a blink of an eye?
Jing Yang exhaled a long breath of aura in frustration, and as he inhaled again, his expression changed slowly, why was there such a strong smell of blood?
He sat up abruptly but slipped and fell back down, his limbs weak.
A male corpse in a suit appeared before him, its vacant, enlarged pupils staring directly at him.
Jing Yang's scalp tingled instantly, a chill running up his spine.
He looked around, and as far as he could see, amidst the lush, towering wild grass, there were bodies scattered everywhere. He realized he had been buried under a pile of corpses! These suited bodies had shell casings and guns scattered around them... A gang shootout? Impossible! What era was this, where gangsters dared to be so wild?
Jing Yang looked down again and saw a female corpse beneath the pile, wearing an ordinary gray coat, her eyes half-open as if she died with regrets. He wasn't a forensic expert and couldn't tell how long the woman or the suited men had been dead, but he could see the woman's stiff hand tightly clutching an empty, disheveled swaddle...
Jing Yang's breathing quickened, and he looked incredulously at his own hands, his gaze moving upward...
Like his hands, his arms and torso had become incredibly thin and small, with skin so tender it didn't match his nearly thirty-year-old self, looking at most three or four years old!
Had he transmigrated?
And crawled out from this swaddle beneath the corpses?
Jing Yang's mind was in chaos, wanting only to escape this pile of corpses. He used his hands and feet, slipping several times, his legs weak, pushing through the tall, chaotic grass, trying to crawl out.
As he parted the wild grass again, he inadvertently saw a high slope not far away, with a beast silhouetted against the setting sun, its outline indistinct, but its beastly eyes glowing eerily, meeting his gaze from afar.
Jing Yang felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over him, waking him up completely.
Damn!
Jing Yang despaired, quietly letting the parted grass fall back, collapsing powerlessly to the ground, hoping the beast on the slope hadn't noticed him...
Then Jing Yang turned his head and saw a gray wolf's tail sticking out of the grass, less than half a meter from his face.
Jing Yang held his breath, following the tail with his eyes, his heart sinking bit by bit. He saw a wild wolf, at least two hundred pounds, gnawing on another black-suited corpse in the grass, the sound of chewing flesh and bones echoing... Jing Yang couldn't believe he hadn't heard this before, was he deaf?
Jing Yang cautiously moved back, keeping his eyes fixed on the back of the feeding wolf.
Suddenly, the wolf stopped moving, and Jing Yang froze, not daring to move.
The wolf scratched its neck with its hind leg, then continued to gnaw. Jing Yang suppressed his breathing, moving back gently... Then he heard the sound he least wanted to hear: the rustling of grass being parted on his left and right, and soon, two more bloodthirsty wolves emerged, glaring at Jing Yang with glowing green eyes.
Could things get any worse?
The wolf that had been eating stopped at some point, turned around, and licked its sharp teeth, seemingly grinning at Jing Yang.
...Indeed, they could!
Jing Yang inexplicably understood. These three wild predators had always known he was there!
Damn it, were these three mongrels toying with their prey, or saving the tender meat for last?
The three wolves surrounded him, parting the grass, moving slowly toward Jing Yang with threatening growls.
Jing Yang kept retreating until he hit the original pile of corpses, with nowhere left to go.
As the three ferocious wolves closed in, the sense of impending death enveloped Jing Yang's heart. He felt his brain cells dying and regenerating at an unprecedented speed, desperately trying to find a way to survive. But no matter how he racked his brain, it seemed unrealistic. He hadn't even figured out if he had truly transmigrated, and now he was about to be devoured by wolves, piece by piece...
A soft, childlike strand of hair floated down in Jing Yang's peripheral vision.
Somehow, Jing Yang gradually calmed down, sitting with his back against the pile of rocks, staring intently at the approaching wolves. The meat scraps between their teeth, the nauseating smell of blood, were all clearly visible...
The soft strand of hair moved imperceptibly, floating toward the wolf in the middle.
On a level invisible to the naked eye, a white life energy wrapped around the strand of hair, bending it into the shape of a pentagram, before quietly landing inside the wolf's ear.
A flash of white light, and the strand of hair scattered and fell, but a pink pentagram pattern remained on the skin inside the wolf's ear.
Jing Yang was shocked, looking at "himself"!
And he was equally shocked, looking at the wolf in the middle, whose eyes showed a human-like shock, was this also "me"?
Had he taken over the wolf's body?
A series of questions flashed through his mind like electricity, but Jing Yang knew there was no time. He immediately controlled the wolf in the middle, without hesitation, ramming into the wolf on the left, then growling and pouncing on the wolf on the right, launching a sneak attack! Jing Yang howled, biting down hard on the struggling wolf's throat, blood gushing into his mouth.
Jing Yang ignored the psychological barrier because the other wolf, which had been knocked away, was already counterattacking from behind, its claws slashing his back, leaving bloody wounds that soaked his fur. Jing Yang gritted his teeth; the pain was too real!
Jing Yang tore at the wolf's throat, shaking his head, blood splattering as he turned to fight the wolf that had attacked from behind.
But Jing Yang, a novice wolf, was ultimately no match for a professional wolf in close combat, especially since he wasn't familiar with moving on four legs. The enemy wolf howled loudly, wrestling, biting, and fighting with Jing Yang, gradually gaining the upper hand... Meanwhile, Jing Yang's main body, sitting on the ground, watched anxiously. If he lost this fight, he'd be the next meal, his tender flesh devoured...
The wolf with the severed throat gradually stopped struggling, while the other two wolves continued to fight. Jing Yang took a deep breath of the blood-scented air, enduring the pain in his heart, forcing himself to stay calm. Even if he hadn't figured out the situation, he couldn't afford to make mistakes now...
If he remembered correctly, when he controlled the wolf and successfully killed one, holding off another, he felt... as if his whole body was submerged in invisible water, then the water wrapped around a strand of hair, bending it into a pentagram...
As Jing Yang thought, a drop of dark red blood floated off his skin, hovering before him. Jing Yang's thoughts wavered, and the blood almost fell. He quickly held his breath, focusing, controlling the blood to fly toward the two wolves fighting, bending into a pentagram under a white light.
As the pentagram blood approached, Jing Yang, controlling the wolf, roared, using all its strength to pin the enemy wolf to the ground. The wolf struggled, trying not to expose its soft belly. Jing Yang controlled the wolf, pressing it down, one paw holding the enemy wolf's head, the other using its claws like nails, pulling out the enemy wolf's tongue. Meanwhile, the pentagram blood, controlled by Jing Yang's main body, landed on the enemy wolf's exposed tongue.
A flash of white light, and Jing Yang's main body saw stars, feeling weak and exhausted.
The wolf Jing Yang's eyes narrowed, the pentagram blood quickly dissipating on the enemy wolf's tongue, failing to leave the expected pink pentagram pattern, failure!
Jing Yang's main body gritted his teeth. This strange ability seemed to consume "mana" at the moment of activation! And his frail body, with its limited blue bar, was lucky to control one wolf; he had no energy to control a second...
Thinking this, the enemy wolf struggled desperately, and Jing Yang had no time to think, his eyes turning red as he controlled the wolf to bite down. Its sharp teeth pierced the enemy wolf's throat, blood gushing out as the enemy wolf convulsed.
It seemed the defensive counterattack strategy was correct... The enemy wolf's struggles grew weaker, and Jing Yang exhaled a breath of relief. At least he had controlled one wolf for his use; otherwise, with his small arms and legs after transmigration, he wouldn't have been able to defend, let alone counterattack, he'd be a forensic challenge, his body in pieces!
Soon, the wolf stopped struggling. Jing Yang felt a strange aura entering his heart, both cold and hot, causing his heart to spasm. He barely stood up before falling back on his butt.
Congenital heart disease? Jing Yang's face turned pale, or was it... He clutched his chest, looking at the motionless wolf corpse. The strange aura entering his heart was because of the wolf's death?
Recalling the heart-wrenching pain before he woke, thinking it was a dream, Jing Yang looked around at the corpses hidden by the tall grass, suddenly understanding the cause.
He was stunned for a moment, then exhaled a long breath.
No matter what, he had survived!
Jing Yang spat out a mouthful of wolf fur, stepping on the wolf corpse to declare victory, but his expression changed suddenly. The reason was that after falling back into the pile of corpses, he inadvertently saw the swaddle the gray-coated woman had clung to even in death... Jing Yang had thought this woman was likely his mother in this new world, and he was the one who had crawled out of the swaddle, reborn...
But this small swaddle was clearly meant for a newborn.
And his current body, though weak and small, was clearly that of a three or four-year-old child!
The wolf Jing Yang controlled walked over, turning its head to look at his new, pale face. The little guy, just learning to walk, was shorter than the adult wolf. It then looked at the swaddle the dead woman wouldn't let go of... Who was the original baby in this swaddle, and where had it crawled to?
"Awoooo, "
The howls of wolves echoed from all directions.