For one brief moment, Meng Chao thought he was dead.
His soul had left his body. He could neither feel the slightest pain nor locate his own organs, limbs, and bones.
It was as though he were lying quietly at the bottom of a clear, warm stream, watching scenes from his life drift slowly past his eyes like crystalline fragments.
He could barely remember where he was or what he had been doing.
He had even temporarily lost the short-term memories of the past three to six months.
Instead, childhood memories long buried in the depths of his mind resurfaced amid an undersea volcanic eruption powerful enough to boil his brains.
He clearly "saw" his six- or seven-year-old self taking his sister Bai Jiacao, round as a rubber ball, into the city ruins after a fierce battle to catch Two-Headed Lizards, then making them fight the lizards of the other children.
He even remembered catching a Two-Headed Lizard covered from head to toe in silver patterns, gorgeous as though lightning coiled around it. It had defeated three Two-Headed Lizards and seven or eight mutant beetles belonging to the other children in succession.
Thrilled, he had named that Two-Headed Lizard "Silver Thunderbolt."
"Silver Thunderbolt...
"It seems I haven't thought of that name in many years.
"Lizard fighting was really fun. Come on, who else dares challenge me?
"Wait, no, where exactly am I? I shouldn't be fighting lizards in this damned place. I still have a mission I must complete!"
At the bottom of the clear stream, Meng Chao abruptly widened his eyes.
He realized that he was in a Near-Death State.
His brain cells had instantly been driven to their limits by the mad secretion of adrenaline, dredging up many long-sealed fragments of his life that he would never have