Chapter 2: Three Years Old, Dead
When Su Hao woke up again, he found himself transformed into a little boy just over a year old. His family owned a pharmacy in the city and lived a fairly comfortable life.
This relieved him a little.
"Fortunately, fortunately, luck is on my side. This time, I will definitely..."
Wait!
Su Hao immediately realized that something was wrong.
Such coincidences could be attributed to luck once or twice, but if it happened every time, it was no longer luck but inevitability.
Su Hao fell into deep thought. The more he thought about it, the more terrified he felt, and the more his body trembled.
The bouncing ball space carried his consciousness aimlessly, and he couldn't predict where he would be next. It could take him to the body of a two-year-old child, but the universe was vast, beyond human imagination, so the likelihood was incredibly small, so small that no one would believe it could happen.
However, the most miraculous thing was that as long as time continued to flow forward, any possibility, no matter how small, would inevitably become reality in the distant future.
Therefore, theoretically speaking, as long as the bouncing ball space continued to wander, Su Hao would eventually find a new vessel for his consciousness.
Su Hao didn't feel excited; instead, he was engulfed by deep fear.
"How long is the interval between each of my awakenings? A thousand years, ten thousand years, a million years, tens of millions of years..."
Perhaps even longer!
This length of time exceeded Su Hao's imagination.
In such a long time, every reincarnation became incredibly precious. It was a small probability gained through endless time.
He was determined to adjust his mindset and live a good life. With all the time he had been able to think, he had only lived for thirty years, which was far from enough.
For the next two years, Su Hao cherished his life and took every precaution, preparing to pack up and run away at any moment.
Survival was the top priority.
He also gathered basic information about the world through his surroundings.
This was a world of martial arts, where the concept of real martial arts existed.
Through the window of his home, Su Hao witnessed experts chasing each other on rooftops at night, with flashes of knives and swords. A light swing of a sword could cut a large pillar into two pieces. It was absolutely real.
This made Su Hao secretly feel the danger, but at the same time, a desire to become a martial arts master arose in him. Wandering with a sword, punishing evil and promoting justice—it was his childhood dream.
Unfortunately, he seemed to have no opportunity to come into contact with martial arts manuals or find a master to learn from. His family was just an ordinary pharmacy.
Su Hao did not lose heart; he was still young, and he believed that one day in the future, he would succeed.
Another year passed, and Su Hao turned five. His family sheltered a female swordsman who needed medical treatment. However, fearing that Su Hao's family would disclose her whereabouts to her enemies, she heartlessly slaughtered Su Hao's entire family.
Su Hao didn't escape this tragedy either and was once again carried away by the bouncing ball space to the depths of the universe.
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When he woke up again, he became a one-and-a-half-year-old boy, the eldest son of the family, showered with love and affection. His family held considerable influence in the local area, making it impossible for outsiders to harm him. This time, Su Hao was determined to survive. However, half a year later, his father's mistress gave birth to a half-brother from the same father but a different mother, and then she drowned Su Hao in a fish pond. He didn't even reach the age of two this time.
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Su Hao regained consciousness once again, this time as a two-year-old girl in a modern world where technological advancements were yet to fully unfold. Black and white televisions, radios, and tricycles could be seen on the streets. He believed that in the near future, the world would reach the level of the twenty-first century on Earth. In this world, he could excel academically, copying books, songs, and movies. It wasn't impossible to live a carefree life.
As for becoming a girl, Su Hao didn't mind. The greatest happiness was to live a good life. Two years later, a sudden war broke out before Su Hao could even go to school and become a top student. He was killed by a shell that fell from the sky.
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Su Hao found himself in a world of immortal cultivation, where he encountered practitioners of demonic arts who massacred villages. Three years old, passed away.
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In a magical world, the city was overrun by orcs, and he perished in the massacre. Two and a half years old.
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In an ancient world, he was washed away by a flood. Three years old.
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After experiencing many worlds and various forms of death, Su Hao realized how fragile life was. In the process of growing up, a young child would experience all sorts of things. Regardless of the size of the accident, just one could cause the defenseless child to perish.
This made him realize how much effort his parents had put into ensuring he grew up successfully on Earth in his previous life.
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Opening his eyes once again, Su Hao reviewed his previous experiences of death in his mind and carefully analyzed the reasons why he failed to grow up successfully many times.
"First, the world environment is harsh.
Second, the social environment is unstable.
Third, parents pay too little attention and cannot provide enough protection.
Fourth, I'm too young and lack self-defense ability."
If Su Hao wanted to survive, he had to overcome the challenges of childhood and find a way to protect himself. The world and social environment couldn't be changed, but he could strive for his parents' attention and improve his self-defense abilities.
Self-defense was a far-fetched idea for a three or five-year-old child, but being vigilant and cautious in everything would suffice.
Therefore, the best he could do was to seek his parents' attention and use them to protect himself.
"This time, I mustn't die for some inexplicable reason. I have to..."
At this point, Su Hao quickly fell silent. He had said similar things in his past lives, but every time he was doomed to die, as if it were a curse, and speaking those words wouldn't free him from the shadow of death.
After devising a good strategy, Su Hao began to reflect on his own situation.
This was a world of modern civilization, already in the information technology age. Smartphones were commonplace, and all sorts of vehicles traveled the streets, almost identical to the metropolis of his previous life.
He was born in a country similar to China on Earth, and in this world, his name was Luo Zhaohui. He lived in Beizhou City, a second-tier city. His parents were ordinary working-class people. His father, Luo Shengrong, was a home designer. He used to be somewhat handsome before marriage, but now he had become a greasy middle-aged man. His mother, Huang Shujun, was a mathematics teacher at an elementary school. Ever since giving birth to Luo Zhaohui, she visibly aged.
Luo Zhaohui was their only child, and although his parents were busy with work and had no plans for a second child
, they cared deeply for him. However, Luo Zhaohui had been weak and sickly since birth, causing great anguish for his parents. It wasn't just about spending money; they were genuinely worried about their son, who frequently ended up in the hospital.
Just as Luo Zhaohui was brought home from the hospital while his exhausted parents dozed off, Su Hao took over his body.
However, the couple did not notice anything unusual about their son.
After laying Su Hao, who pretended to be asleep, down on the bed and tucking him in, Huang Shujun quietly left the room.
At that moment, Luo Shengrong came over and embraced his tired wife, hesitating for a moment before saying, "Shujun, should we have another child?"
These words made Su Hao's heart sink. How could he be abandoned as soon as he crossed over?
(translated by begs)