Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

Pan Yang looked around blankly. It was a very empty place, with nothing at all, not even a sound.

Where is this? Where is Zhou Yang? He needs to go back! He can't stay here!

"How did you get in?"

A voice came from behind Pan Yang. Startled, he hurriedly turned around and saw a person floating in mid-air. The person did not look like a corpse. With a white beard, the person looked to be eighty or ninety years old.

"Who are you!"

“I am the master of this place,” the old man said, looking Pan Yang up and down. “Living things are not allowed to enter here. How did you get into my space?”

Live animals are not allowed in?

Pan Yang looked at the old man. Could this person be dead, or perhaps just a wisp of consciousness? But he didn't care about such things.

"Let me leave! I want to get out of here!"

The old man laughed upon hearing Ban Yang's words: "No one has entered my place for a hundred years, so how would I know how to get out? But your body..."

A flicker of darkness crossed the old man's lifeless eyes, which made Pan Yang feel uneasy.

"What do you want to do?" Pan Yang took a few steps back.

"You seem young, so why don't I borrow your body for a bit? Maybe then you can get out of here," the old man said, turning his eyes around.

"..." Pan Yang looked at the old man warily. He was very familiar with this aura. He had seen it on many people, such as Jiang Qingyan, Shi Minglian, and Shi Qing. It was an undisguised desire.

“No.” Pan Yang immediately rejected the idea. He took a deep breath and said, “I need to get out. You must know how to get out.”

"Huh?" The old man was clearly surprised that Pan Yang had reacted so quickly, but he wasn't worried about Pan Yang. In his eyes, Pan Yang was just a young boy.

"What can you do if I don't tell you? Why not lend me your body? In a sense, you'll get out of here too, won't you?"

No sooner had the old man finished speaking than Pan Yang felt a sharp pain in his chest, so intense that he couldn't stand up straight.

The old man watched this scene with great interest, then muttered a few words to himself, fiddled with his fingers, and his eyes lit up: "Amazing, truly amazing."

He must possess this child's body; this person's fate is simply ordained by heaven!

Because of the pain, Pan Yang had to kneel on the ground. He did not notice the old man approaching. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his brain, as if his consciousness was being ripped away.

The old man couldn't hide his excitement. Soon! He would become the chosen one! He would be able to leave the space and do something great!

Thinking of this, he couldn't suppress his laughter.

Pan Yang raised his head and stared intently at the old man's distorted face, then bit his tongue hard to stay awake.

He couldn't die here. Zhou Yang was still waiting for him outside, along with the people from the Time and Space Administration. His mother couldn't have died in vain.

But what can he do now?

A strange sense of sadness welled up in his heart. He hadn't done anything wrong, so why did his father do that? Why did those people insist on taking him away?

His mother's death caused no ripples. Now, he wondered if Zhou Yang had also passed away, if the old man had also lost his life, and if he himself was about to die.

Why!

Various voices seemed to be clamoring in Pan Yang's mind, recounting their own misery and the injustice of the world.

The old man was startled by the murderous aura emanating from Pan Yang; how could a little child possess such intense killing intent?

However, he still didn't take Fan Yang seriously, and the next second Fan Yang's hand grabbed his wrist.

"you!"

Pan Yang slowly stood up from the ground, his dark eyes filled with intense killing intent, as if he wanted to devour him.

"I want to go out." Pan Yang's voice was unusually calm.

"You're actually thinking of going out? Is something happening outside?" the old man asked curiously.

Pan Yangque had run out of patience; he had no idea what Zhou Yang had been through outside.

Suddenly, he lunged at the old man. The old man was clearly not expected that Pan Yang would do this, let alone that Pan Yang could actually knock him down.

He broke free from Huan Yang, but Huan Yang charged at him again and again like a madman. Even he himself felt a little tired, but Huan Yang was still acting like he didn't care about his life.

"Damn it." The old man cursed under his breath. If he had known this kid was so troublesome, he would have killed him before the kid could react.

In that instant of distraction, Pan Yang's hand ripped right through his chest.

“Baby, I was supposed to be dying, this kind of damage…” He didn’t finish his sentence, but stared in shock at Huan Yang, his abilities being absorbed by this kid little by little.

By the time he realized what was happening and tried to run, it was too late.

The old man's piercing scream rang in my ears and then disappeared.

Pan Yang slumped to the ground, and with just one thought, he instantly returned to that forest.

However, the surrounding woods had been felled, and most of the trees were scorched, filling him with unease.

Instinctively, I ran towards the city, but all I saw was ruins. The streets were unrecognizable, and the air was filled with dust and the smell of blood.

Even the originally pale blue sky became hazy and even somewhat lifeless.

"Zhou Yang, Zhou Yang, Zhou Yang," Pan Yang murmured. Based on the faintly recognizable broken objects, he found Zhou Yang's house, which, unsurprisingly, was still a pile of ruins.

At that moment, he felt his mind was completely blank, he even forgot to breathe, his blood turned cold, and even his limbs became numb.

A ringing sound filled his ears. He stared blankly at the ruins. Impossible! Impossible! Zhou Yang couldn't be dead!

He began frantically digging through the broken bricks and dirt on the ground; he had to find Zhou Yang!

His hands were quickly cut by the debris, but he seemed oblivious to the pain and devoid of thought as he dug through the ruins.

A drop of rain fell from the sky and mingled with the soil. Then the rain grew heavier and heavier. A flash of light streaked across the sky, and lightning rang in his ears, as if mocking his incompetence.

Pan Yang finally couldn't hold back any longer. His vision was blurred by tears or rain, and he eventually fainted.

I don't know how much time passed, but the weather cleared up.

He lay atop the ruins as if he were dead; anyone passing by would surely be startled.

Pan Yang moved his fingers and felt a sharp pain in his hand. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the ruins around him. A look of confusion flashed across his eyes. How did he get here?

Pan Yang felt extremely tired. He struggled to his feet and looked at the cuts and dirt on his hands, wondering what he was doing. Was he digging for something? Why was he digging?

hiss.

He felt a sharp pain in his head. He remembered that his mother had died. Yes! The Time and Space Administration and the Interstellar Alliance, but what happened after that?

Can't remember.

Pan Yang took a deep breath. No matter what, he couldn't stay here. He took one last look at the ruins and turned to leave without hesitation.