Late at night, at a villa in Donghai City.

"call--!"

Zhou Huai suddenly sat up in bed, panting heavily.

I thought that after experiencing death and resurrection, and no longer feeling the urgency of dying at any moment, I could finally get a good night's sleep tonight.

As soon as I closed my eyes, I had a nightmare.

In my dream, the sky was shattered, with dark red cracks stretching across the horizon like grotesque wounds.

The land was ravaged, with collapsed skyscrapers and burning ruins everywhere.

That was clearly a super-modern city, even surpassing the level of civilization we have today!

He himself is struggling to survive in this ruined city, desperately fleeing.

Behind him were endless, terrifying beasts that exuded a world-destroying aura, like a black tide.

Beside him were dozens of figures covered in blood.

They tightly protected him in the center, engaging in a fierce battle with the strange beasts.

Among those blurry figures, Zhou Huai saw a solitary swordsman wielding a long sword and controlling the thunder that filled the sky.

He also saw an old gray-robed mage waving a staff and summoning a meteor shower that blotted out the sky.

Even at the very front of the defensive line, there was a burly man as tall and majestic as an iron tower, letting out roars that shattered the heavens, firmly holding back the onslaught of the beast tide.

They look so alike.

It looks exactly like my clone!

But he knew very well that the people in his dream were fundamentally different from the puppet clones created by the system.

They are real human beings, with flesh that bleeds, emotions, and, more importantly, their own independent souls!

Zhou Huai sat blankly on the bed, his eyes glazed over.

"Why would I have such a dream?" he asked the air in a low voice. "Even though it was just a dream, the scenes... were so vivid, as if they had actually happened."

Even more strangely, after having this nightmare, he felt no fear or dread whatsoever.

Instead, an indescribable, melancholic sadness welled up within me.

It was as if he had truly watched those people die in the blood-red ruins while protecting him.

"What exactly is going on?"

In the quiet room, only the occasional sound of wind from outside the window could be heard; no one could give him an answer.

Zhou Huai threw off the covers, walked barefoot to the table, poured himself a glass of cold water, and gulped it down.

The cool liquid flowed down his throat and into his stomach, gradually calming him down.

"Young Master? What's wrong?"

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the door.

Immediately afterwards, the bedroom door was pushed open, and Uncle Fu, who had been reborn and returned to his peak condition, strode in.

Now, Uncle Fu is not only physically strong, but as a former B-level professional, his five senses have become exceptionally sharp after his physical transformation. Even the sound of Zhou Huai's heavy breathing in the room instantly woke him up while he was guarding outside.

"Young Master, are you feeling unwell?" Uncle Fu hurried to the bedside, looking Zhou Huai up and down with a worried expression, afraid that something might have gone wrong with this newly revived body.

Zhou Huai shook his head and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "It's nothing, Uncle Fu. I just fell asleep and had a nightmare that woke me up."

Hearing that it was just a dream, Uncle Fu finally breathed a long sigh of relief, and his tense muscles relaxed.

"Oh dear, young master, you scared me to death." Uncle Fu patted his chest, his tone full of concern. "You've just been resurrected. Although your body has recovered, your spirit must still be very weak. After all, you expended too much energy in Tokyo."

“Don’t be so nervous, Uncle Fu.” Zhou Huai lifted the blanket, feeling the real, powerful touch of his legs. “It’s just that I can walk normally now that I don’t have to worry about dying at any time anymore. My nerves have suddenly relaxed, and I’m not quite used to it.”

Uncle Fu nodded, walked to the table next to him, quickly poured a glass of warm water, and handed it to Zhou Huai.

"Young master, have some water to calm your nerves," Uncle Fu said softly. "Back in the army, those veterans who had just crawled out of piles of corpses often had nightmares and woke up in the middle of the night for the first few nights after they came back. It takes time to recover."

Zhou Huai took the water glass, the warm touch spreading through his palm.

"Maybe. By the way, what time is it now?"

"It's 2:30 in the morning." Uncle Fu glanced at the communicator. "You've only slept for less than three hours. How about I get you some calming incense? You can sleep a little longer?"

"No need to trouble yourself." Zhou Huai waved his hand. "After being so startled, I can't sleep at all now. You go and rest first, don't worry about me, I want to be alone for a while."

Uncle Fu hesitated for a moment, but seeing Zhou Huai's persistent gaze, he nodded respectfully.

"Alright, I'll wait outside. If you need anything, just let me know." 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"Go ahead, don't make yourself so nervous," Zhou Huai smiled.

Uncle Fu left the room and gently closed the door.

The room returned to silence.

Zhou Huai took a sip of warm water, his Adam's apple bobbing, and his mood gradually calmed down.

Actually, when Zhou Huai was resurrected by the pendulum of life, he had a great confusion in his heart that he did not express.

That was also his deepest secret.

Deep down, Zhou Huai firmly believed that he was a time traveler. The original Zhou Huai had died, and only then could his alien soul have transmigrated into this body.

In other words, although he became Zhou Huai, he was not the real Zhou Huai.

But when the pendulum of life revives Zhou Huai.

Why was it himself who was resurrected, instead of the real Zhou Huai?

Where did Zhou Huai's original soul go? Was it devoured by the laws? Or did it dissipate?

Following this line of reasoning, there may only be one answer.

There is no such thing as "the original owner, Zhou Huai".

I am the original owner of this body!

It was only during that period that long-forgotten memories suddenly awakened, causing severe distortion and disorder in her recollections. Her subconscious forcibly separated her memories from those before she transmigrated into the body, which ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) gave her the illusion that she had just transmigrated and replaced the original owner of this body.

Now, thinking about it carefully, my name is Zhou Huai now, but what was my name before I transmigrated?

What did I do in my previous life? I can't remember anything about my family and relatives, as if a piece of them has been forcibly erased.

Subconsciously, I felt that the level of civilization in the previous world was similar to, or even higher than, that of this world.

Everything else was a blurry, indistinct mess. But the world in my dream, that collapsed city, gave me a sense of déjà vu.

The more Zhou Huai thought about it, the more terrifying it became.

Am I also an awakened one among the ancient human race?!

But my situation seems to be completely different from that of Natsume Rinzo, whom I had encountered before.

Within Natsume Rinko's body, a completely different second personality has awakened, with two souls coexisting. Yet, she always seems to be herself, with no other personality jumping out to seize control.

Damn, things seem to be getting more and more complicated.

Before the Dawn Guild's conspiracy could be uncovered, the mysteries surrounding him only grew larger.