Chapter 1: Awakening in the Classroom
Tianyuan Federation, City No. 11, No. 1 Senior High School
As the sun dipped low, its dusky yellow light filtered through the sliding glass windows of Classroom 2-3, illuminating the dust particles suspended in the air with vivid clarity.
In a corner of the classroom, a boy clad in a blue-and-white school uniform sat quietly with his head bowed.
His legs trembled beneath the desk, his vacant gaze fixed on the textbook before him. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, dripping steadily onto the pages, magnifying the tiny characters as they fell.
His name was Chen Xiu, an utterly ordinary student in this class.
“Recently, there have been reports of Resurrected appearing around here. Two students have already gone missing at the Second High School. We’re letting you out early not for fun, but so you can get home sooner. Understand?”
A middle-aged woman with black-rimmed glasses spoke coldly from the podium.
In this era, some ordinary people had inexplicably undergone mutations.
They gained powers beyond human limits—unfathomable abilities and infinite regeneration. Unless struck through the forehead, they could not be killed.
Yet, these individuals developed a peculiar craving: they needed to consume human flesh.
Eating people made them stronger and was the source of their endless regenerative energy. Without it, their bodies would rapidly age and succumb to death.
The classroom erupted with excitement as the students shouted in unison, “Understood!”
Shouts echoed from other classrooms across the campus, breaking the oppressive stillness.
Once the teacher left, the students began packing their bags, chatting in small groups about where to eat or whether to play ball after school.
Chen Xiu sat frozen for a moment before trembling as he snapped shut his textbook. Without even tidying up, he grabbed his bag and prepared to leave.
“Chen Xiu, you’re on duty today. Where do you think you’re going?” A girl with a ponytail and freckles blocked his path.
She was the labor committee member of Class 2-3, responsible for organizing their duties.
Chen Xiu hesitated, then raised his head slightly, lowering his voice weakly. “I’m not feeling well. I’ll make it up tomorrow.”
He tried to sidestep her to head toward the back door, but she grabbed his arm firmly. “Do you take me for a fool? You want to play basketball with Qi Mingyue and the others, don’t you? Finish your duty first!”
“Hahaha, hurry up, we’re waiting for you on the court,” Qi Mingyue called out, flashing an “OK” sign as he and a group of boys left the classroom.
“Get on with your duty, I have to keep chasing you every day...” The girl’s voice faltered suddenly. “Why are your temples turning white?”
She reached out to touch the side of his head.
Chen Xiu instinctively slapped her hand away, his voice breaking, “Don’t—”
The moment he spoke, his face drained of color. The girl’s hand froze mid-air.
The noisy classroom seemed to pause as all eyes fixed on Chen Xiu.
The girl backed away slowly, gripping a desk for support, her gaze filled with terror. “Your voice... why does it sound so old?”
“Isn’t it only the Resurrected who suddenly age like that?”
“Chen Xiu... are you...?” She trailed off, unable to speak the final words.
Chen Xiu remained silent, standing still.
“Chen Xiu is a Resurrected!!!” someone shouted.
Like water hitting hot oil, the calm shattered, and the classroom erupted into chaos.
“Resurrected—run!!!”
“Don’t push me! Stop pushing!”
“Hurry and get out the front door!!!”
Students abandoned their belongings, rushing toward the front exit amid the loud clatter of desks and chairs.
Confused students nearby turned to see what was happening in Class 2-3.
When they heard the word “Resurrected,” their faces paled, and they fled down the hallway.
Chen Xiu stood bewildered amid the turmoil, a ringing buzzing in his mind drowning out the noise.
He took a step toward the back door but stumbled, falling hard onto the cold asphalt outside. A sharp corner of a cabinet cut into his palm, blood streaming freely.
His reddened eyes trembled violently. He grasped the hem of his shirt, trembling as he tried to wipe the wound.
Before the fabric could touch the cut, the flesh around it writhed, sealing the wound together.
At the same time, his temples whitened further.
“How... how could I... become this kind of monster...”
His voice was as soft and fragile as willow catkins in the wind—weak and haggard.
Tears the size of beans fell onto his palm, mixing with the blood and turning clear.
He staggered to his feet, pushing aside desks blocking his way, and ran out of the classroom.
Chen Xiu’s family was poor. After his father died in a car accident, only his mother, Xu Yue, remained to hold the family together. Their dilapidated apartment building was his only refuge in this world.
Now, all he wanted was to return to that familiar harbor—to call his mother and see her again. It was the only thought anchoring his heart.
Because he was Resurrected, Chen Xiu moved far faster than others. He weaved through the crowded streets, running toward home.
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Familiar landmarks flickered past like fleeting light. He was drawing closer to home, with only one obstacle left—a 1.35-kilometer bridge, the Lujiang Bridge.
Yet those mere 1,350 meters felt like an insurmountable chasm, a barrier entrenched deep in Chen Xiu’s heart.
Trying to avoid pedestrians, he collided with the railing separating the sidewalk from the road. Momentum flung him over the barrier, crashing onto the cold asphalt.
A car sped toward him, its front dipping slightly as brakes screeched sharply beside his ear.
The driver honked repeatedly, rolling down the window to yell harshly, “Are you trying to scam me here? The dashcam’s recording everything! Get out of the way, now!”
The sudden commotion slowed nearby pedestrians, all eyes turning toward Chen Xiu.
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