Superstars of Tomorrow

Meteorite rain brought a world-ending disaster, strange elements caused diseased animals, and invisible microorganisms brought countless diseases.

In addition to its own diseases, human beings have to fight against more diseased animals. The ubiquitous threats, as well as the irresistible countless mutated microorganisms, diseases and disasters stop the evolution of civilization and cause it to retreat.

The bustling city has become ruins, and the fertile land has been reduced to hell.

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Fang Zhao couldn't remember how long he had survived or fought in that near-doomsday world.

Ninety years? Or a hundred years?

Can not remember.

Before the end of the world, he was originally a well-known composer, and his career was on the rise. Just when he was about to announce his most proud work to the world, he ushered in the battle of annihilation. In order to survive, he escaped from all directions to lead the team to fight.

When the lost land was taken back piece by piece, just when everyone felt that this war of annihilating the world was about to end and the prosperous age would reappear, he fell in the darkness before dawn.

...

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

"So, the world's 8 billion people became the current 80 million people."

"Old Zhao, tell me, will we win?"

"meeting."

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

"Will win."

"That's good. When I win, I will find a place and start grazing again. Alas, the pasture when I was a child, the blue sky and green grass... Forget it, I can't remember. Lao Zhao, what about you? I will be your composer again in the future." home?"

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

...

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

The cries of his subordinates before he died and the roars of mutant creatures seemed to be far away. The pain caused by decades of injuries and fatal wounds disappeared completely, and his body had a tendency to gradually regain consciousness.

Fang Zhao was very puzzled by the vitality that seemed to spring from a dead tree. After all, he was over a hundred years old, an old man with injuries all over his body and broken fingers. Even if his body undergoes some changes due to his own defenses in the last days, and his physique has been strengthened, but after all, he is troubled by injuries and is getting older. He is like an overloaded machine every moment, and it is impossible to be so relaxed status.

Just when Fang Zhao was about to feel it carefully, his head hurt like being pricked by a needle, and countless strange pictures hit his brain, as crowded as if it was going to explode in the next moment.

His body was gradually under control, Fang Zhao opened his eyes suddenly, sat up and panted heavily, the exhaustion of his brain made his vision dark for a moment, but as the headache gradually eased and his vision recovered, Fang Zhao was keenly aware of the abnormalities around him.

The intuition and perception that have been honed in the battles of life and death, let Fang Zhao know without looking that he is in a strange place...

wrong!

Not a strange place!

A picture appeared in the brain, a picture that seemed familiar.

This is where he lives.

He is Fang Zhao, but not Fang Zhao.

He had already died in that battle of the last days, but now he came back to life, in the body of a person named Fang Zhao, he came back to life.

Come alive! !

Fang Zhao raised his hands, looked at the ten young fingers that had been finished, and moved his weak but not hurt legs.

This is a young, healthy body!

Not only Fang Zhao's own memories are in his brain, but the scenes of the battlefield before his death are still extremely clear, and all the fleeing and fighting experiences of nearly a hundred years are all in his mind, but at the same time, he also has the memory of this body itself.

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

This is a young composer.

pity……

He was dumped right after graduating, slaughtered right after he started working, and his friend who always thought he would fight side by side, betrayed him for profit and stole all his three-month achievements. The way of trouble-suicide.

Fang Zhao was very puzzled, the end of the world is over, living in such a good world, why give up life?

Isn't that just being dumped?

Isn't that the song was stolen?

Isn't it just being betrayed by a good partner?

so what? !

Is the sky falling? !

People in the last days try to survive, and commit suicide just because of this? People living in the last days must not understand.

However, after all, today is a post-apocalyptic peaceful and prosperous age, and people living in peaceful times have different ideas. Fang Zhao himself has also experienced peaceful times, but the time is too far apart, and his memory has been blurred by countless bloody storms.

What do people in peacetime think?

never mind. Regardless, things have happened.

Fang Zhao searched for another part of the memory in his brain that belonged to the body itself. Apart from sighing, he was furious. It was too cowardly to choose this way when encountering such a thing, and it was an escape. The original owner died, and the person who stole his fruits lived happily and turned into a successful person. Is his death worth it?

Anyway, Fang Zhao himself felt quite worthless. Enmity in the present world will be rewarded in the present world, who knows if there will be an afterlife.

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 times have different minds from people in peaceful times.

The more memories he searched, the more surprised Fang Zhao was.

There really is a new world...

So many years of fighting, so many years of living in hell, it was worth it! When searching for the original memory of this body, Fang Zhao did not give up exploring the surroundings. No matter when, even when the body itself is in a safe environment, Fang Zhao will not completely let down his vigilance. This is in the last days The habits he developed during this period are also one of the reasons why he can live for so many years in the last days.

When there was a louder and louder humming sound, Fang Zhaocai temporarily stopped searching his body's memory and turned his head to look over.

He had just noticed that there was another living object in this small room, but it was not threatening, nor did he show any intention of attacking. In the last days, this kind of wild beast is generally not a diseased beast, so I didn't focus on it just now. Now that I heard the louder and louder voices, Fang Zhao just looked at the past.

It was a small dog, the hair on the fingers was in a ball, and there were stains everywhere, I don't know what was stuck. The dog is very thin, and if the dog hair is removed, there may be only skin and bones left.

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

After the original owner picked it up last night, he gave it a last supplementary dinner. Half of the original owner ate it himself, and the other half was given to the dog—both of which contained suicide drugs bought from a pharmacy. .

There was an empty bowl on the table not far away, and the food laced with medicine had been eaten by the original owner, while the plate next to the dog was still from yesterday, untouched.

In my memory, yesterday the dog was not in good health and could barely stand up. After one night, he seemed to be in better spirits, but it was still difficult to get up, lying on his side, with his head tilted slightly, and his neck turned Fang Zhao looked here, wagging the tip of his tail, staring at Fang Zhao with black eyes.

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

With both feet on the ground, the sense of solidity transmitted from the soles of the feet to the brain made Fang Zhao's heart beat faster.

As if confirming the authenticity of the things in front of him, Fang Zhao walked very carefully and seriously.

One step, two steps...

From the beginning of the slow-motion temptation, it gradually accelerated, and every cell in the body was excited with the emotions conveyed by the brain.

From death to life, how lucky!

Walking to the place where the dog was lying, Fang Zhao squatted down and threw the plate of unknown material on the ground, as well as the medicated paste food inside, into the trash can.

Seeing Fang Zhao's actions, the dog seemed to be a little bit more energetic, and his eyes were brighter.

There was no edible food in the room, so Fang Zhao took out a bowl from the cupboard based on his body's memory. He touched the wall of the bowl to make sure that it was not any material he was familiar with. It looked like ceramics at first glance, but it felt more like a plastic composite, which was very light.

There are some vague memories about new materials in the brain, and Fang Zhao can only know from those memories that this is a material that can degrade quickly under certain conditions without releasing a large amount of harmful substances.

Without further study, Fang Zhao went to the sink to get half a bowl of water according to his memory, and put it in front of the dog.

The dog that was lying there stood up unsteadily, looking as if it was about to fall down at any time, but still stood firm abruptly, lowered its head to lick the water in the bowl, and swayed its tail slightly from side to side.

Even a stray dog ​​struggles to stay alive.

Fang Zhao looked at the dog, then turned his attention to the small room again.

A total of about 20 square meters of space was crowded and messy, and the corner was even more of a mess, but the memory left in his mind let Fang Zhao know that before yesterday, that corner was actually the most tidy place in the whole room.

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

Many tools and furnishings in the room are very unfamiliar, and Fang Zhao has never seen household appliances before. However, he can understand everything from the memory left in his brain, so as long as he fully integrates the memory, he will have no problem surviving here.

Fang Zhao came to a place, pressed a small button on the wall, and a waist-high cabinet protruded from the wall, with a mirror above the cabinet.

Instead of studying the materials of the mirror and cabinet, Fang Zhao carefully looked at the person in the mirror.

The original owner is somewhat similar to Fang Zhao himself. In fact, Fang Zhao doesn't even remember what he looked like when he was young. However, seeing this face in the mirror, Fang Zhao will still find a sense of familiarity, not based on this body. Its own memory belongs to the memory brought by Fang Zhao himself.

It's really... fate.

Although he didn't know why he got this healthy body, and Fang Zhao didn't agree with the original owner's approach, but since he inherited this body and obtained the original owner's memory, Fang Zhao will also take part of the responsibility.

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

You don't want your life, I accept it.

I will avenge you!

I will help you pay off your debts!

Your dream is to become a famous composer in the world? Just right, me too.

In fact, Fang Zhao has great ambitions, but, after all, this is a strange new world that he is not familiar with. No amount of ambition has to be based on reality and his own ability. Wishes that could not be fulfilled before the end of the world may be fulfilled here.

Anyone can say big things, but before they adapt to the environment and figure out their own abilities, talking too much is just empty.

Pushing the cabinet back into the wall, Fang Zhao went to the window and opened it.

It was almost noon at this time, and the weather was fine outside. The curtains had already been drawn, but the house was still dark because it was a dark street. A place like a slum.

A new pit has been opened!

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