He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

As he walked out the gate, the sunlight made him squint.

After three days of overcast skies, the sun finally came out.

Zhao Yuanshan stood at the door, watching him emerge from the darkness—an eleven-year-old boy carrying an eight-year-old girl on his back, walking up step by step from the fourth basement level.

Zhao Yuanshan looked at them and remained silent for a long time.

He knew before he came that Yun Tianheng's eldest son and youngest daughter were not very old.

I had a vague idea from the sound, but seeing it with my own eyes and hearing it were completely different experiences.

He couldn't imagine how two children, who might still be in elementary school, could have survived such a horde of corpses.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something.

"Hard work?" "Not afraid anymore?" "Safe now?" None of these statements are correct.

"There's hot water in the car."

He said this last sentence, his voice hoarser than he had expected.

"There's food too."

"Bread, canned goods, milk."

Yun Yi carried Yun Nian past him, pausing briefly as they passed.

"Thanks."

Zhao Yuanshan looked at his profile.

The eleven-year-old child showed no fear, no exhaustion, and not even the relief of surviving a disaster.

Those eyes were so calm, so calm that they didn't seem like those of a child. They reminded him of Yun Tianheng—twenty years ago, when they first met, the young researcher sat in the lab, looking at a screen full of failed data, and had the same look in his eyes.

"I can start over."

That's what Yun Tianheng said at the time.

Then he actually started over, again and again, until he succeeded.

Zhao Yuanshan followed Yun Yi toward the car.

Yun Nian lifted her head from Yun Yi's shoulder, glanced at him, and then buried her head back down.

The ugly rabbit's ears draped over Yun Yi's shoulder, swaying back and forth.

When the car door opened, a rush of heat and the aroma of food wafted out.

Yun Nian twitched her nose, slid off Yun Yi's back, stood on the ground, hugged the rabbit, and looked at the milk and bread in the car without moving.

"Eat."

Yunyi said.

She glanced back at him, then at Zhao Yuanshan.

Zhao Yuanshan nodded.

Yun Nian climbed onto the footrest of the car, picked up a carton of milk, inserted a straw, and handed it to Yun Yi first.

Yun Yi took it, drank a sip, and handed it back.

She put the straw back into her mouth and drank in small sips, her cheeks puffing out.

After taking a few sips, he tore open the bread wrapper, broke it in half, and handed the larger half to Yunyi.

Zhao Yuanshan stood by and watched this scene, swallowing back the words he was about to say.

He had intended to say "about your father," but seeing the eight-year-old girl earnestly breaking the bread in half, he decided to wait.

"Get in the car."

He said, "Let's get out of here first."

Yun Yi carried Yun Nian into the car, got in himself, and closed the door.

The moment the car door closed, the sounds outside were cut off—the howling of the wind through the ruins, the distant roars of zombies, and the shouts of soldiers clearing the battlefield.

The only sounds in the car were the low hum of the engine and Yun Nian chewing bread.

Zhao Yuanshan sat in the passenger seat and glanced at the back seat through the rearview mirror.

Yun Nian leaned against Yun Yi, having eaten half a loaf of bread and still had half a carton of milk left, but her eyes were already starting to droop.

"Go to sleep."

Yun Yi said in a low voice.

She shoved the bread into his hand, closed her eyes, and fell asleep in three seconds.

Zhao Yuanshan remained silent for a moment.

"Your father—"

"I know."

Yun Yi's voice was very soft, almost drowned out by the sound of the wheels, "He's in the north."

"refuge?"

"Um."

"With my mother."

Zhao Yuanshan turned to look at him.

"Just a guess."

Yun Yi looked down at the half-eaten bread in his hand, his tone indifferent.

Zhao Yuanshan didn't ask any further questions, he just nodded.

He memorized the location and planned to send someone to check it out once it was safe to do so.

Yun Yi took the initiative to reveal his parents' whereabouts for two reasons. First, he wanted them to know that he and Yun Nian were safe and sound.

Secondly, that place is no longer safe—not because I'm worried about being discovered by the military, but because I'm afraid of other reincarnators.

In terms of ability, he wasn't too worried about his parents.

The mother is most likely the source of this crisis, so her strength is self-evident; the father took the virus before his sister, so he can't be much weaker either.

Moreover, my father wields considerable power in the military, so there's no need to worry about the military side.

What you really can't guard against are those who are reincarnated.

Their methods are unpredictable and impossible to guard against.

Especially now, Yun Nian is the chosen one.

Three days later, the convoy drove into the garrison of the Third Division of the Linhai War Zone.

Barbed wire, sandbags, watchtowers, and searchlights were piled up in layers, making it look like an iron barrel.

Two tanks were parked at the gate, their cannons pointing outwards.

The sentry spotted Zhao Yuanshan's car, saluted, and the barrier rose.

Yun Nian woke up as the car drove in.

She sat up from Yunyi's lap, rubbed her eyes, and looked out the window.

Barracks, parade grounds, training grounds, rows of military green tents stretching endlessly.

The soldiers ran on the parade ground, their slogans echoing through the air.

In the distance, several people in white coats moved between the tents, carrying folders and looking tense.

Yun Nian looked for a while, then buried her face back in Yun Yi's lap.

"Brother, where is this?"

"military region."

Is it safe?

"Safety."

"Is there anything to eat?"

"have."

"Is there a bed?"

"have."

"Then I want to sleep."

She closed her eyes, then opened them again three seconds later.

"Brother, when is Mom coming?"

Yun Yi paused for a moment.

"Soon."

Yun Nian nodded and then closed her eyes again.

In the past few days, she has been awake for no more than three hours in total.

It's not excessive sleepiness; it's the body evolving.

Evolution requires energy, but it also requires quiet.

one year later.

Zhao Yuanshan began to involve him in the military region's decision-making.

It wasn't a formal appointment, but a private consultation—Yun Yi's judgment was so accurate that Zhao Yuanshan sometimes felt that this kid had a supercomputer in his head.

His solutions for resource allocation, troop deployment, and defense planning were always the optimal ones.

Zhao Yuanshan initially had some reservations, but as the facts proved true one by one, he had no choice but to believe it.

Two years later, the entire Linhai war zone knew—Commander Zhao had a child by his side whose words carried weight.

No one dared to underestimate him.

His judgment has never been wrong.

He predicted the scale, direction, and timing of the zombie horde with more accuracy than any model.

The soldiers called him "Little Commander" in private, but dared not call him that to his face, because when he looked at people, his eyes always reminded them of a general on the reviewing stand.

Three years later, Yunyi was fourteen years old.

He's 1.6 meters tall, with broad shoulders and a sharper jawline, but his face still looks like that of a young man.

The only thing that hasn't changed is his eyes—amber-colored, calm, reflecting everything but leaving nothing behind.

He stood in the command center of the base, in front of a huge electronic map, with red and blue dots scattered like a star map.

Red dots represent zombies, and blue dots represent defense lines.

Zhao Yuanshan stood next to him, his temples bearing significantly more white hair than three years ago.

"The zombies on the northern front are starting to gather again."

"Um."

"scale?"

"About one hundred thousand."

"Three days later?"

"Um."

Zhao Yuanshan cursed.

"Can it be blocked?"

"It can be blocked."

Yun Yi drew a line on the map with his finger, "The Third Battalion is moved to this position, and the Fifth Battalion is here."

"Don't place the tank in front, place it on the flank."

"Zombies aren't stupid; they'll go around them."

"A cluster of this size probably already contains a zombie king."

Zhao Yuanshan glanced at him, then turned to give the order.

He would ask that question three years ago, but he doesn't anymore.

Yun Yi stood in front of the map, his fingers tapping lightly on the edge of the table.

Three years have passed, and he has collected 18,000 genes.

He didn't collect them intentionally; it's because the virus in this world is evolving, and each generation of zombies produces new mutations. All he needs to do is stand on the front line and wait for them to rush over.

After collecting another 2000, he decided to begin his fifth transformation.