Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration]

The young man slowly opened his eyes.

The field of vision seemed to be shrouded in a hazy mist, the light and shadow were mixed, and nothing could be seen clearly.

He moved his head.

There was a rusty rubbing sound from the neck, rattling rattling, stiff and sluggish.

hungry.

The intense hunger was like a blazing flame, scorching his internal organs, spreading wildly along the cold bones and blood, torturing his body like scratching his heart and liver.

Some kind of chaotic and vague desire rises.

He is eager to eat.

Eager to bite the teeth, tear the skin, chew the muscles, warm blood poured into the mouth, mixed with pieces of fresh and tender flesh, and flowed down the cold throat into the dead body.

The young man stood up slowly.

As if he couldn't fully control his limbs, there were piercing creaking sounds from his joints, his movements were stiff, like a broken doll, and he walked forward uncoordinated.

hungry.

So hungry.

Every cell in the body is burning with appetite and hunger.

The ears are too sensitive in the body's functions, and they collect the small sounds from the outside world with extremely high efficiency, as if their instincts are telling him where to find food.

He shuffled and walked out slowly.

——There seems to be a sound outside.

However, before taking a few steps outside, the young man stopped.

He turned his head to look at the pieces of meat and corpses lying on the ground. The scene in his field of vision was still blurred and delayed, but he could see the round, bloody sphere covered with a layer of light. A nearly imperceptible halo.

The young man tilted his head in confusion, staring at it for a long time.

His sense of smell and instinct were telling him that that piece of meat was not edible.

But there was another faint voice whispering in his heart, urging him to move forward.

Youth obeyed it.

He walked slowly to the head, bent down stiffly, his slender fingers were bluish white, and the fingertips were stained with solidified black blood, and he held the head.

There was a crisp sound of "click".

Black necrotic tissue fluid and rotting brain flowed out from the cracked skull, instantly blackening the ground.

The young man thought about it dully, and then inserted his fingers into the skull. His fingers dullly stirred the remaining brain tissue, making a gurgling sound.

1 minutes later,

He slowly pulled out his finger, and a dull gray spar lay in his palm, which had long lost its color, and black pus was still flowing down.

hungry.

Instinct told him not to eat.

But very hungry.

The young man stuffed the spar into his mouth, and bit it off with a click with his sharp canine teeth. The hard shell shattered instantly under the pressure, and in the next second, a strange warm current flowed into his stomach.

The haze that was originally covered in front of my eyes seemed to have dissipated, and my vision became slightly clearer.

……tasty.

Kind of like...some kind of round...hard...sphere...

colorful...

Sweet?

Wait... what is sweet?

The young man squatted in front of the cracked skull, with his head lowered, racking his brains and thinking hard.

After a few minutes, he still didn't come up with any results.

The young man stood up from the corpse, turned around and walked towards the place where he just came out - in his vague and short memory, he remembered that there was also one that looked very similar to the thing on the ground in front of him - but this one was broken In pieces, and that is complete.

He quickened his pace expectantly.

Would that taste better?

He reached out and grabbed the corpse's head, knocked it to pieces on the ground, then picked up a smaller spar with a darker color, stuffed it into his mouth, crunched it and swallowed it .

——It seems to be about the same.

The youth was a little disappointed.

And he was still hungry.

He stood up, ready to leave the narrow room in front of him.

At this moment, in his gradually clear vision, the young man saw a blurry silhouette appearing in the mirror covered with cracks on the wall.

The man who appeared in the mirror was tall, with handsome facial features, his eyes were lifeless iron gray, and his eyes were covered with a layer of bleak shadows, his skin showed an extremely unhealthy paleness, and the lips that had lost blood were still stained with jet black of blood.

He tilted his head.

The man in the mirror also tilted his head.

But it's not my face.

A vague thought rose from the young man's heart.

The concept of "I" began to slowly take shape in his brain.

The young man raised his hand slowly, watching the strange image in the mirror raise his hand too.

—I don't know this person.

Then who is "I"?

It seems that something very important is missing in the body, like broken gears that cannot be meshed together precisely, and the brain cannot rotate normally.

He froze for a moment, then turned around and left the narrow room unsteadily.

Still hungry.

Except for eating, nothing seems to be very important.

The young man staggered towards the outside of the apartment.

A few rotting corpses were piled up here and there on the floor of the corridor. The sweltering heat like a steamer exacerbated the stench in the air, making the small space even more cramped and compact.

He knocked off the heads of several corpses on the ground.

Some corpses had light gray crystals in their brains, but some did not—the young man slowly realized that there were crystals in those corpses covered by a halo of light, but those gray ones The corpse's brain was empty, and there was nothing but rancid black water.

Soon, his vision became completely clear, and even the movement of his limbs seemed much smoother.

The young man later returned to the room where he woke up once.

He was disappointed to see that the image in the mirror was only slightly clearer than before, and the white cloud covering his eyes had been eliminated—but other than that, there was almost no change in anything else.

It was still that strange face.

He left the room disappointed.

He has basically explored the entire residential building, and he has also met other people with pale complexion, stiff limbs, and slowly swaying in the dark corridors—except that their bodies are a bit more damaged than his own, and the missing Except that there are more parts than myself, the other places are basically exactly the same as myself.

Their eyes were dull, and they didn't respond to the young man at all. Even when their heads were smashed open by the young man and the crystal blocks in their heads were taken out, they would not react at all.

Their stupidity disappointed the young man.

The young man slowly swayed down the corridor. When he passed a room, he paused slightly, turned and walked inward.

Every room here seems to be similar.

But for some reason, this room gave him a very familiar feeling.

There was a decomposed corpse lying beside the bed. Its head was hanging down, and there was a big black hole on the back of its head——The young man's gaze passed over his head indifferently, and he could already see that there was no such thing in his head. It's a round and delicious thing, he lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on the other's empty palm.

For no reason, he always felt that the other party should be holding something in his hand.

The young man frowned.

He stared at the bed in front of him in confusion. The sheets were dirty, but the dents on them clearly showed signs of being laid on.

The feeling that he seemed to have forgotten something important struck again, and quickly enveloped him completely.

It was as if something in my mind was trying to break out of the cage.

The young man stood blankly in the center of the room, the sun outside the window rose and set, the room brightened and then darkened, and then darkened and brightened again. For him, the passage of time seemed completely unnoticed.

Finally, slowly, slowly, two vague words emerged from the depths of the blocked memory.

The young man spent another half an hour trying to figure out what the two words were.

— Ge.

--build.

...Gosho.

Gosho?

The young man started to move, his joints creaked, and his face was still dull and dull. He turned around and walked out slowly, but he was still thinking about the two characters that jumped into his mind inexplicably.

Gosho...is that his name?

Whether it is or not, he has decided that he will be called this name from now on.

The pronunciation of these two words is very nice.

The youth is very satisfied.

He came to the corridor and turned his head to look at the countless furniture blocking the stairs.

Before today, he had passed by this place countless times, dangling past these furniture blocking the staircase, but it never caught his attention once.

After all, these things don't move, are forever dead, don't glow, and don't have tasty orbs inside.

Each time, Gosho ignored its existence and continued walking forward.

However, this time, without any very specific reason, he suddenly wanted to leave from here.

He didn't know why he had such an idea.

But he did it.

After half an hour.

There was a loud "crash" sound from the building door, countless shabby furniture poured out from the narrow doorway, and dust was flying all over the sky. , a young man with a pale complexion and slow movements slowly got up from it.

Gexiu stood up straight, stumbled over the obstacle in front of him, and continued to walk forward.

The other walking corpses looked away in disappointment and staggered away.

Ge Xiu caught a man passing by him, skillfully knocked open his skull, took out a dull gray crystal, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it up and ate it.

He swallowed the remaining residue in his mouth, looked up at the empty and deserted city in front of him, his eyes slowly lit up.

In his eyes, every fellow who passes by him is a walking food.

--so good.

For the next three days, Gexiu wandered around the city, catching the same kind that staggered past him from time to time, knocking its skull open, taking out the crystals, eating them, and continuing to go to the city aimlessly. go forward.

Some walking corpses will not resist, but will just be smashed in the head in a daze.

Their crystals tend to be a little bland.

Some walkers will resist - and their crystals will be delicious.

Gosho quickly learned to be a picky eater.

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On this day, when Gexiu was wandering in the street.He suddenly heard the noisy sound of the engine coming from the end of the road, and the rattling sound exploded in the empty buildings during the exchange of fire. It was so vivid and real that it instantly attracted countless longing eyes.

The corpses began to move.

Ge Xiu raised his head and sniffed the wind blowing over him.

The instinct that had been deposited for a long time suddenly became active, and the hunger that he had ignored for a long time suddenly began to burn again.

——It was the smell of fresh flesh and blood.

Gosho started drooling.

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