Rebirth in Another World: My Brother is an Intelligent Being

Just as Zero was in a daze, a faint and extremely weak baby cry reached his ears.

It came from outside the door.

Zero's lifeless eyes fluttered, as if he'd finally found something to do. A new light shone in them. He turned his head to look at the damaged door behind him, following the direction of the sound. After two seconds of silence, he finally took a step.

After walking through a long and dim corridor, Zero stopped in front of a door. There was a sign next to it with a photo of a person. It was the researcher who had just died. This was his office.

Li Zhixiang, his name is written on it.

Zero's head tilted slightly, confused. He didn't know why he knew all this. Perhaps he had been given this knowledge when he was created. Before he even had time to understand the meaning of his existence, they were all dead.

No, there are still living things alive.

Bursts of crying came from inside, and during the pauses, soft sobs could be heard.

The sound came from this room.

He paused briefly, then slowly raised his hand and gently pushed open the slightly worn door before him. It looked like an office. On the table lay a can of formula and a half-empty bottle of milk. Next to it was a baby stroller. As his gaze slowly shifted, he finally caught sight of a small figure—a baby, kicking and dancing, its face flushed with tears.

The baby was small and chubby, dressed in a cute little outfit. A soft-looking blanket draped across its belly, kicked so hard that half of it hung outside the stroller. Its skin was delicate and delicate, like the softness of jade. Its large, round eyes were clear and bright, now filled with tears, glistening with a shimmering light. Its mouth was wide open, but no sound came out. It seemed to sense someone coming in. Its face was a little red from its recent crying, and several tear marks still etched across its cheeks. Under the light, it looked rather pitiful, looking at Zero with a look of grievance.

The baby's flailing limbs calmed down. It blinked its round eyes, squeezing away a tear that hadn't yet fallen. Its tender little mouth pursed slightly, and it babbled a few times. Then, raising a chubby little fist, it waved it twice at Zero, trying to express its dissatisfaction and needs.

It is a living being and needs care.

This thought suddenly flashed through Zero's mind like a string of inexplicable data. Although he didn't know what love was, he didn't seem to hate raising this little guy.

Li Xingchen breathed a sigh of relief. Damn, finally a living person came in.

He was an ordinary man, busy with life in the 21st century. Although unmarried, he shouldered numerous pressures and responsibilities, including car loans, mortgages, and procreation. He had no suitable marriage partner, and on his way to a blind date, a speeding truck suddenly ended his life without warning.

Then he felt darkness surge in like a tide, enveloping him tightly. Then, the space around him seemed to be torn apart from the outside, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared before his eyes. He clearly felt his soul being firmly pulled by an irresistible and extremely powerful mysterious force. The world was pierced by a strong light, turning it into a blinding white. He had passed through the solid barrier of time and space.

When he opened his eyes again, he was greeted by a completely unfamiliar environment. He saw the exquisite canopy of a baby carriage. He moved his hands to rub his aching head, but the moment he raised his hands, he was horrified to realize that his body had transformed into that of a tender baby.

Looking at the surrounding environment, it seemed like he was in someone's office. Before he even had time to think more, an extremely sharp scream suddenly scared him, followed by people's screams one after another and the noisy and chaotic sound of gunfire.

Something happened! This was Li Xingchen’s first thought, and then he was speechless.

Oh my god! What kind of place is this? Am I going to get fucked right after I get here?!

He gently moved his arms and legs, finding the baby's body awkward and awkward. Perhaps he hadn't yet adapted to it, and he didn't dare make a sound, fearing someone would suddenly rush in and send him, helpless and helpless, back into darkness.

He didn't have to wait long. The screams around him dwindled dramatically. Li Xingchen speculated that the fighting must have been over. Then, a deathly silence descended around them, leaving not even the slightest sound.

I don’t know how long it took, is this the end?

Was it a one-sided massacre? Or a fierce battle between two factions?

The surroundings were so quiet that Li Xingchen began to feel that this silence was even a little weird.

After the fight, at least someone is still alive, right? It's not like everyone is doomed to perish together, right?

Who were the child's parents? Were they killed in the fight?

So many questions filled his little head. This body looked like it was only about seven or eight months old, with no teeth yet. How did he become the owner of this body? What if the child's parents had been tragically murdered?

I haven't grown any teeth yet. I don't want to die, boohoo!

Li Xingchen thought so in his head, but he didn't expect to actually cry out loud.

Of course, the crying was not as gentle as he had imagined. The baby's crying was actually extremely loud, sharp and piercing.

The way he cried was heart-wrenching.

Never mind, I'll just die. Someone come and take a look at me first. Killing or cutting me up is just a matter of one knife. It's better than being ignored and starving to death, right?

When he was tired of crying and wanted to take a breath, Li Xingchen's tearful eyes inadvertently swept across the half-filled bottle of milk placed beside him. There were still some milk stains on the nipple, telling him that he had eaten it not long ago.

At this moment, his stomach cooperated very well and growled twice. The sound was particularly clear in this silent space, making people feel the hunger coming continuously. It seemed to remind him that he had not eaten for a long time and his body was beginning to become a little weak.

Until the sound of slow and steady footsteps came from far away, and then someone slowly pushed open the office door, he saw a little boy who was as beautiful as an angel.

The little boy looked about five or six years old, his delicate face serene, as if nothing in the world could stir a ripple in it. His expressionless eyes, hollow and hollow, revealed an indescribable indifference. His tiny frame, barely a head taller than the stroller, allowed him to see himself from the outside, and also to clearly see the boy before him.