The Transmigrator Who Nearly Starved to Death in the Forest, and the Pink Little Figure Who Appeared

My name was Chang Yuan. It seemed I had transmigrated.

Enduring the intense pain coursing through his body, Chang Yuan slowly sat up.

"Where am I?"

Filled with doubt, Chang Yuan began looking around.

But then he noticed that his hands seemed much smaller than they had been before.

Guessing at a possibility, Chang Yuan immediately began searching for water.

In the end, he found a lake deep within the dense forest.

Looking at the clear lake water, Chang Yuan immediately leaned his head over it.

What entered his sight was a childish face.

Chang Yuan was slightly stunned when he saw it.

He could not have been more familiar with that face. It was what he had looked like as a child, because the only photos he had were from his childhood.

His parents had passed away long ago, leaving behind only childhood photos and a photograph of them together.

"Did I transmigrate? Then where did I transmigrate to? Where's the system? Is there a system that can save me?"

After calling out for a long time and confirming that he truly was a transmigrator without a system, Chang Yuan helplessly gave up.

He then looked around. Dense vegetation, a lake at the center—barring any surprises, he was deep in a forest.

"I hope my luck isn't too terrible. With this ten-year-old body of mine, I'll probably only end up getting eaten by wild beasts."

As he spoke, Chang Yuan checked whether there were any fish in the lake.

If there were, he wanted to see whether he could catch one. At the very least, that would ensure he would not starve to death before leaving the forest.

In the end, he really did spot several fish, but imagination was beautiful while reality was cruel.

With his tiny body, he simply could not catch a single one.

And the time he wasted brought the day to sunset.

Unable to find a place to stay, Chang Yuan simply found a small cave that was barely habitable, blocked its entrance with some deadwood, and went to sleep.

Three days later...

"Before I've even figured out this world, am I... am I going to starve to death?"

Having gone three days without food, Chang Yuan was already somewhat delirious.

He did not know where he had gone, but he knew that as long as he kept moving forward, there would always be hope.

But after walking for another half hour, Chang Yuan's vision suddenly went black.

After starving for three days, walking day and night, and relying on the body of a ten-year-old, Chang Yuan finally could not withstand the strain and fainted.

However, before his consciousness completely sank into sleep, he vaguely heard someone's voice.

Was I saved?

That was Chang Yuan's first thought.

"Huh? I only just set out on my travels, and I've already picked someone up? Well, Celia said that if I encountered someone who needed help, I could lend a hand as long as it was within my ability."

As she spoke, the tiny figure kept dragging Chang Yuan along by the back of his collar.

After all, the tiny figure could not carry Chang Yuan on her back.

Compared to Chang Yuan's ten-year-old frame, this tiny figure looked to be no more than six years old.

But Chang Yuan was unconscious now. Otherwise, he definitely would have recognized who this tiny figure was.

This tiny figure was his idol. He had even changed his phone wallpaper to a beautiful picture of her.

Three hours later...

Feeling that he had recovered a fair amount of strength, Chang Yuan slowly opened his eyes.

"Was I saved? Looks like my luck isn't too bad."

After closing his eyes and taking several deep breaths, Chang Yuan slowly sat up.

Looking around, this place looked very much like a refugee camp.

There were tattered tents everywhere, along with people in ragged clothes walking back and forth.

Growl~

Touching his rumbling stomach, Chang Yuan stood up.

His lips, which had originally been somewhat dry and cracked, had regained their moisture.

He could guess that someone had given him water while he was unconscious.

It was just that there did not seem to be any liquid food suitable for an unconscious person, which was why his stomach was growling now that he was awake.

Just as Chang Yuan was about to lift the half-drawn tent flap and go outside, a small pink figure appeared.

"Hey, big brother, you're awake. Sit down and rest for now. Uncle Tok said you fainted from hunger, so I found you something to eat. Have a little first, restore your strength, and then get up."

Holding a steaming bowl of rice porridge in both hands, the small pink figure raised it over her head and spoke to Chang Yuan.

But the instant Chang Yuan saw her, he froze slightly.

Then he subconsciously called out, "Airi!"

"Huh? Big brother, do you know me?"

Hearing Chang Yuan call her name, Airi lowered the bowl of rice porridge in her hands slightly, tilted her head, and looked at him as she asked.

"...Yes, I know you. It means a flawless paradise, an eternal land of bliss."

"Huh, huh, huh?! How did you know that, big brother? I remember only Celia and the others know my name and what it means."

At that moment, Airi's curiosity reached its peak.

Her blue eyes and pink pupils blinked brightly, making her look utterly adorable.

Seeing this, Chang Yuan subconsciously reached out and patted her head.

Airi did not refuse. She could sense that the big brother before her was not a bad person.

"Sorry. Touching your head the first time we met was a little rude."

"It's fine. Celia touches my head all the time too. Hehe."

Airi lightly shook her head and said with an unconcerned smile.

Then she continued looking at Chang Yuan. "So, big brother, what's your name? In exchange, since you know my name, I have to know yours too."

"...My name is Chang Yuan. My parents hoped that I would grow up whole and well, but... they're no longer here."

After being battered by society for many years, his feelings toward his parents had already faded considerably, leaving only a trace of gratitude for raising him.

It was not that he was cold-hearted. On the contrary, having lost his parents at eight, the fact that he could still remember their kindness in raising him at twenty-five already surpassed many people.

"...Big Brother Chang Yuan, eat some rice porridge to fill your stomach. Otherwise, you might faint again later."

After a moment of silence, Airi raised the bowl of rice porridge over her head once more.

This time, Chang Yuan did not freeze.

Taking the porridge, Chang Yuan began eating it in large mouthfuls.

But since it had just been cooked, it scalded him, and he opened his mouth wide and desperately fanned it.

"Ha ha ha, Big Brother Chang Yuan, you're so silly. Didn't you see the porridge was still steaming? You actually ate it without blowing on it first. Let me teach you how to eat it."

Snatching the bowl of porridge from Chang Yuan's hands, Airi scooped up a spoonful of porridge and gently blew on it a few times.

Then she held the cooled porridge out in front of Chang Yuan.

"The porridge is cool now, Big Brother Chang Yuan. You can eat it without worry."