Year 3, Died

When Su Hao woke up once again, he found that he had become a little boy of just over one year old. His family ran a pharmacy business in the city, and they lived quite comfortably.

This could not help but make him breathe a sigh of relief.

"Good, good. Luck has favored me. This time, I definitely..."

No!

Su Hao immediately realized what was wrong.

Such a coincidence could be attributed to luck once or twice, but if it happened every single time, then it was no longer luck—it was inevitability.

Su Hao sank into thought. The more he thought about it, the more terrifying it became; the more he thought, the more his whole body trembled.

Marble Space carried his consciousness wandering aimlessly. There was no way to predict where it would go next; it could go anywhere.

In other words, it was possible for Marble Space to bring Su Hao's consciousness into the body of a child over two years old. But the universe was too vast, vast beyond human imagination, so the possibility was incredibly tiny—so tiny that no one would believe it could happen.

Yet the most miraculous thing was that, as long as time continued to flow forward, any possibility, no matter how minute, would certainly become reality and certainly occur in the distant future.

So theoretically, as long as Marble Space continued wandering, Su Hao would definitely find a new vessel for thought.

Su Hao did not feel even a trace of excitement. Instead, he fell into deep terror.

"How long is the interval between each time I awaken? A thousand years, ten thousand years, a million years, ten million years..."

Perhaps even longer! This span of time had already surpassed Su Hao's imagination.

Against such an immense stretch of time, every one of Su Hao's rebirths became incomparably precious. This was a tiny probability bought with endless years.

He resolved to adjust his mindset and live one lifetime properly. Adding together all the time he had been able to think before, he had only lived to the age of thirty. It was far from enough.

For the next two years, Su Hao cherished his life greatly. He was cautious and meticulous, prepared to pack up and flee at any moment should anything happen.

His sole rule for everything was survival first.

Through his surroundings, he also roughly learned the basic information about this world.

This was a Wuxia World, where martial arts truly existed.

From his family's window, Su Hao personally saw experts chasing one another across rooftops at night, blades flashing and sword shadows dancing. With one light, drifting stroke of a sword, they could cleave a thick pillar in two. It was absolutely real.

This secretly made Su Hao feel endangered, but it also gave him the idea of becoming a Martial Arts Expert in the future. Roaming the world with a sword and punishing evil was his childhood dream.

Unfortunately, he seemed to have no chance to come into contact with martial arts manuals, nor could he find anyone to take as a master. His family merely owned an ordinary pharmacy.

Su Hao was not discouraged. He was still young, and he believed that one day in the future, he would succeed.

Another year passed. Su Hao was five years old when his family treated an injured female martial artist. Who would have thought that, after recovering from her injuries, she would fear that Su Hao's family might reveal her whereabouts to her enemies? In a fit of ruthlessness, she slaughtered Su Hao's entire family, young and old alike, to silence them.

Su Hao did not escape disaster either, and Marble Space carried him toward the depths of the universe once more.

When he woke again, he had become a one-and-a-half-year-old boy, the eldest son of the family and the recipient of countless doting affections. His family held considerable influence locally; it should have been absolutely impossible for outsiders to harm him. This time, Su Hao learned from the pain and resolved to keep a low profile and survive. Half a year later, his father's concubine gave birth to his half-brother. Then, she drowned him in a fishpond. He had not even reached two years old.

Su Hao regained consciousness once more. This time, he was a two-year-old little girl in a near-modern world. Technological products had not yet fully exploded into prominence, but black-and-white televisions, Radios, and tricycles could already be seen throughout the streets and alleys. Before long, it would surely reach the level of twenty-first-century Earth. He could become a top student in this world, copy books, songs, and films, and perhaps live a carefree life.

As for becoming a little girl, Su Hao did not think it mattered. As long as he lived well, that was the greatest happiness. Two years later, a sudden war broke out. Before Su Hao could even start school and become a top student, he was blown to death by a mortar shell falling from the sky.

Su Hao arrived in Xianxia World and encountered practitioners of the demonic path cultivating evil arts and massacring an entire city. Died at age three.

In Magic World, a city was breached by Orcs, and he died in the ensuing massacre. Two and a half years old.

In an ancient world, he was swept away by a flood. Three years old.

After passing through many worlds and trying all kinds of ways to die, Su Hao discovered that life was simply too fragile. During a young child's growth, they would encounter all manner of events. No matter how big or small an accident was, just one could cause a Child with no ability to protect himself to die young.

This made him realize how much effort his parents had expended for him to grow up safely on Earth in his previous life.

When he opened his eyes once again, Su Hao reviewed his previous experiences of dying young in his mind, carefully analyzing the reasons why he had failed to grow up safely so many times.

"First, the world environment is harsh.

Second, the social environment is unstable.

Third, my parents paid too little attention and could not provide sufficient protection.

Fourth, I was too young and lacked the ability to protect myself."

If Su Hao wanted to survive smoothly, he had to get past the hurdle of early childhood and find a way to protect himself. He could not change the world environment or the social environment. What he could do, what he could strive for, was gaining his parents' attention and improving his ability to protect himself.

Forget about self-protection. A child of three or five could not hope for much ability to protect himself. He only needed to be more vigilant and careful in all things.

Then what he could do was strive for his parents' attention and use them to protect himself.

"This time, don't die for some inexplicable reason. I must..."

At this point, Su Hao quickly shut his mouth. He had said such things in his previous lives too, but every time, he had inevitably died, as though it were a curse. Once he said it, he could not escape the shadow of death.

After thinking through his strategy, Su Hao began considering his own circumstances.

This was a world of modern civilization, already in the age of information technology. Smartphones had entered countless households, and all kinds of vehicles flowed back and forth along the streets. It was almost no different from the great city of Su Hao's previous life.

He had been born in a country similar to Earth's Hua Country. In this life, his name was Luo Zhaohui. He lived in Beizhou City, a second-tier city. His parents were ordinary office workers. His father was Luo Shengrong, a home interior designer. He was tall and sturdy, somewhat handsome before marriage, but his weight had kept increasing after marriage until he had become a greasy middle-aged man. His mother was Huang Shujun, an Elementary Math teacher. Ever since giving birth to Luo Zhaohui, her face had visibly aged.

Luo Zhaohui was the couple's only son. Both were busy with work and had no plans for a second child, so they cared deeply about Luo Zhaohui. However, Luo Zhaohui had been weak and sickly since birth, causing the couple endless suffering. Spending money was one thing, but more than that, their hearts ached for their son. At such a young age, he was constantly being taken to the hospital every few days.

Just after the couple brought the drowsy Luo Zhaohui back from the hospital, Su Hao seized his body.

And neither of them noticed anything unusual about their son.

After laying Su Hao, who was pretending to sleep, on the bed and tucking him in, Huang Shujun quietly left the room.

At that moment, Luo Shengrong came over and embraced his exhausted wife. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "Shujun, how about we have another child?"

Su Hao's heart went cold at those words. Had he just crossed over only to be abandoned already?