自創小說的集合地

An unsigned invitation, seven people with 'unfinished sins,' a secluded manor in the deep mountains amidst extreme cold... "Old Zhou, it seems we have no choice but to go." A professor of psychology from a national university, a retired forensic doctor, a former special forces commander, a PTSD specialist, a behavioral analyst, and Chen Mo, a psychology expert who failed negotiations... Seven top experts with seemingly no connection to each other all receive a card bearing a metallic snowflake pattern. The only clues are the name of a remote village, blacked out with a pen, and a 'red knot' identical to the one used by a serial killer, hanging from the banyan tree at the village entrance... When the mountain road at an altitude of two thousand meters is blocked by a blizzard, an eighth wine glass is found conspicuously placed on the coffee table. Who, exactly, is watching all of this from the shadows? The game is about to begin. Brand new novel, preheating countdown. ※This is preheating content. Please refer to the official version for specific details. _ Completed in the free version, you can go and read it~

"Brother Xue! You... don't listen to them, they don't understand you at all!" "Brother Li, thank you. They actually say that often, I'm used to it, I don't mind." "Hmm... They're going too far! This is simply too much!" "It's really fine. Here, a new storybook." "Wow! Where did you find this? I've been looking for ages..." - "Brother Xue, Brother Xue! Look what I brought! This is aged wine, it took me quite some effort to get even a pot of it!" "Mm, sit down. I'll prepare some peanuts." "Hehe, appearing late at night like this, only Brother Xue wouldn't chase me away~" "Even if I chased you, you wouldn't leave." "Oh, what's wrong with indulging me just once—" "Let's drink on the rooftop, the moonlight is nice tonight." - "Ah Zhuo~ Can I really not have any? Just one cup!" "No. You've reopened old wounds with new ones, daring to confront that person head-on, and now you can't bear the pain?" "Ah Zhuo~ My dear Ah Zhuo, one cup won't make a difference, just let me have a little?" "No. Lie back down. We'll talk when you're better." "Then... Ah Zhuo, can you call me by my courtesy name?" "Why?" "You never called me by my courtesy name before, I just wanted to hear it. You wouldn't pick on an injured person, would you?" "Zhiping, don't pick at the wound." "Ah Zhuo is always tough on the outside but soft on the inside." - "Ah Zhuo! I still want to hear you call me Zhiping, don't sleep!" "No, we haven't tasted all the fine wines and delicacies in the world, nor read all the books and storybooks. If you dare to sleep, I—" "Quick, go." "Ah Zhuo... I love you, I really can't be without you..." - To be continued

Then I can make it myself, I just need to endure a little longer. Thinking that the dishes I would make myself in the future, the beast milk and tough meat shreds that were difficult to swallow now, were not so unacceptable. While yearning for the future, I accepted the cognition of this world transmitted through the TV channels. It turns out that although this world has technology, its development is extremely biased due to the existence of companion beasts. There are mobile phones, TVs, air conditioners, etc., but no vehicles like cars, airplanes, or trains. Moreover, due to the threat of wild beasts, weapon development is extremely advanced. And this world has no gas stoves or similar equipment; instead, various appliances developed from different ores are used to assist human life and power weapons. Regarding the education and upbringing of children, they are generally sent to basic education academies after the age of five. After awakening their talents at twelve, they enter secondary schools, and after their professional awakening at fifteen, they enter their respective specialized higher education institutions by category. As for the top-tier higher education institutions, not everyone can enter. Only a select few top geniuses from certain professional higher education institutions are chosen and invited to enter the Four Great Top-Tier Institutions. Furthermore, basic subjects like mathematics, physics, chemistry, geography, social studies, and literature are almost exclusively studied by non-combatant, life-oriented professionals. The current scientific and weapon development is also carried out by these individuals for research and manufacturing. This world does not have as many countries as my previous life; there are only Four Great Empires, radiating outwards from the ancient forbidden zone at the center of the continent. My current location is in the eastern region's empire—the Starfall Empire—specifically in its second-tier coastal city, Baystream City.

The so-called children's channels were actually meant to build a basic understanding of the world for children. Coupled with my parents' recent conversations, I learned that people in this world awaken their companion beasts at the age of five. And the white cat nurse who takes care of me is my mother's companion beast, a cat with wind-attribute abilities. I've never seen my dad's companion beast, but I heard that companion beasts are a true reflection of their owner, so it's probably just as unreliable. Fortunately, my teeth have grown strong enough to chew on shredded meat now, so at least I don't have to just drink beast milk. At 12, you unlock your innate abilities through a government-hosted ceremony, and at 15, you undergo a profession awakening, which then assigns you to melee, defense, ranged, support, or lifestyle classes. So, by 15, your entire future is pretty much set, and I've started looking forward to what my own companion beast will be like in two years. Perhaps I don't want my parents to think I'm extremely special, so I don't talk much and act like a normal child. But now that I'm 3, I can start expressing some of my own opinions. For example: Beast milk doesn't taste good, or your meat is cooked too tough. The cooking methods in this world are really just roasting or boiling, and they really just cook it until it's done. However, whether it's beast milk or meat, after eating it, my body feels very comfortable. Even as a child, I could clearly feel my strength increasing the next day. It's probably due to the quality of the ingredients. I don't know where my parents get the beast milk and meat from, but they have fresh supplies every day, and nothing is ever left over for the next day. Oh well, I'll just consider it like chewing on tasteless beef jerky. At least it's better than beast milk. When I get a bit older...

On my third birthday, I knew this world wasn't ordinary. My mother's palm glowed with a faint blue light, enveloping the candles on the cake, and the flames ignited out of thin air. She smiled and said it was 'Basic Ignition Magic,' something every child learned before school. Turns out, it was another world. No wonder my modern knowledge was locked away—physics and chemistry followed a completely different set of rules here. The system popped up a notification: 'Unlock Condition: Upon surviving each life stage, the knowledge of the corresponding tier will be unlocked.' In other words, I had to grow up properly to reclaim fragments of my past life's memories. My father was a low-level adventurer, and my mother worked at a pharmacy. We lived in a border town where the house leaked wind and dinner was often just bread and soup. Crushed by work in my past life, crushed by poverty in this one—fate really has a sense of humor. But I discovered something—the uncontrollable magic I felt as an infant, I can sense it now. A faint, warm current flowing within me. Maybe I don't need the knowledge the system provides. Maybe I can figure it out myself. Fine snow began to fall outside, and my mother wrapped the blanket tighter around me. I clenched my fist, feeling the faint pulse of magic in my palm. This time, I won't be a corporate drone. I'm going to be the strongest.

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For three years, I never left the house. The only contact I had with the outside world was through the window and the television. Most of it was childish children's channels, but I could get a general idea. This world lacks bustling entertainment, profound culinary culture, and convenient transportation. Due to the threats from the wilderness and the pressure to survive, agriculture could not be developed on a large scale, and entertainment became a superfluous existence. Commerce was almost entirely dedicated to enhancing power, and wild beasts became the primary food source in the world. Rice and wheat were luxuries, and even seasoning was limited to salt. No one could afford to use alcohol for cooking. I despaired at this impoverished world, especially after surviving on beast milk for three years. Yes, beast milk! This world doesn't even have baby food, only beast milk! And I don't know which beast's milk it is, it's so fishy! The one who constantly accompanied and took care of me at home wasn't my dad, nor my mom, but a white cat. It would bring me beast milk on time and even help change my diapers when I smelled bad, always looking at me with a helpless expression. Of course, it didn't change them with its paws. Instead, a gust of wind would lift me up, not only throwing the dirty diaper into the trash but also providing a full service of washing and air-drying. It was also the cat that turned on the TV for me to watch. A true full-time cat-sitter. My dad and mom were out earning money, but I don't know what kind of work they did. They never mentioned it at home. My dad often looked tired, but he never changed his habit of treating me like a toy. My mom, on the other hand, had regular work hours, came home, made dinner, and put me to sleep.

Episode 1 When I opened my eyes again, a strange ceiling greeted me. My body was ridiculously small, my limbs chubby like lotus roots. A gentle female voice spoke in a language I didn't understand, but the care in her tone needed no translation. I was dead. My heart finally gave out after 72 consecutive hours of overtime. Then I was reborn. As a baby. This wasn't a dream. I could clearly feel hunger, the discomfort of a wet diaper, and the angle of the sunlight slanting through the window. A system prompt echoed in my mind: "Reincarnation complete. Host will retain past life memories but cannot directly use modern knowledge." I cried. Not from hunger, but from despair. To be reincarnated with 35 years of corporate slave memories, yet unable to use that knowledge to change my fate. This wasn't a reward; it was a punishment. My mother picked me up, humming a lullaby. I grasped her finger and suddenly remembered – in my previous life, I hadn't even dated. This time, at least let me live properly. (To be continued) ---

Soon, I was born. I could feel my mother's efforts during childbirth, the contractions of her womb, her desperate screams, my father's cheers from outside, and that damn doctor's slap on my backside. I didn't want to cry. A man in his thirties wouldn't shed tears so easily, but how could a baby's delicate skin withstand the doctor's rough slap? It must have bruised. Now I understand why many characters in novels have birthmarks on their buttocks. Before long, I felt a familiar presence and a warm embrace, and fell asleep with relief. Who says only mothers are tired during childbirth? Being born is also quite tiring, especially when you get spanked. "Who's this monkey? Let me see... It really is a monkey! Its butt is red, even turning bluish!" This annoying voice disturbing my dream could only be my dad's. I swear I'll pull out his oxygen tube later. "Don't disturb the baby. You're the monkey. If you keep making noise, your allowance will be halved next month." That's my mom, holding the purse strings and imposing economic sanctions. Looks like I'll have to hide a secret stash too, or life will be tough. Because I was just born, my vision was blurry and I got tired very easily. I couldn't think as often as I did in my mother's womb and would fall asleep quickly. Thus, for three years, amidst my mother's tenderness and my father's harsh words, I re-experienced the processes of rolling over, crawling, walking, and talking. Of course, it wasn't that I wanted to relearn them, but my body hadn't fully developed yet. I also secretly began learning the basic knowledge of this world. The writing, language, and culture were completely different from my previous life.

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