Chapter One: Heaven Grants Wishes

  If you walk on a road that you've walked over tens of thousands of times, won't your mind wander? Wudingguo proved today that doing so might be fatal. "Ahhhhh..." A mournful cry echoed through the night sky of BJ City's Huayuan Road, Caihua South District. A faint shadow floated up into the night sky. Wudingguo had just been promoted and was only 30 years old, in his prime. A group of friends were celebrating at a restaurant, making merry until deep into the night. After declining an offer from a friend to escort him home, he stumbled drunkenly towards his own house. As a result, he accidentally stepped into a manhole. It was over 5 meters deep! And so, Wudingguo's history came to an end.

  "Damn it, who did this?" Wu Dingguo cursed loudly, but found himself unable to make a sound. "What's going on? Who's next to me? Why am I lying on the ground..." Wu Dingguo was bewildered and disoriented, looking at his own body, which was lying in the deep mud like a dog. "Am I dead? I'm in my prime, with a bright future ahead of me, about to become a new star... and yet I was killed by some thief who stole a well cover? Heaven must be blind!!!!" His words were cut off as he turned into a wisp of smoke that dissipated into the vast night sky.

  Then, Wu Dingguo was discovered by the sanitation worker on the second day and was escorted into the morgue by the police. Within an hour, it brought exciting topics to many people in some systems in BJ city, among whom some people were happily fantasizing about who would fill the vacant position. Of course, Wu Dingguo's family had to accept this helpless fact. Wu Dingguo's lovers also had to find new dependencies, after all, the fiercely competitive modern life does not allow a moment of slackness, let us wish them good luck here.

  "I feel like I've turned into a shadow, drifting away. Countless rays of light are flashing by my side, and the stars are twinkling beautifully before my eyes." Will I be reincarnated after I die? Inspired by my grandmother's stories from childhood, the gods and Buddhas that have been passed down through generations of people, can they really protect me from being reincarnated, or is it true what scientists say, that when the body dies, the soul disperses? Survival or destruction? This is a question that must be thought about. If I could be reincarnated during the time of the Japanese invasion of China, I would also have the chance to kill some little devils." Just as I was thinking this, I felt myself being pulled into a body with great force. Is it true that what one thinks is what one gets? Is this idealism or materialism?"

  A sharp pain interrupted Wuding's thoughts, "It really hurts," his whole body felt like it had been crushed by a giant stone, and he let out a faint moan. Wuding opened his eyes dazedly, this small movement almost exhausting the little strength he had left. "Am I reincarnated now? Why didn't I turn into a baby? Why do I feel like I'm dying from a serious injury?"

  In the distance, the mountains were a deep green, and nearby, the grass was a vibrant green. Not far away, several birds could be heard chirping loudly. Wu Dingguo finally managed to open his eyes. He tried moving his fingers, then his toes... After checking himself all over, he discovered that he had only sprained his ankle. The other injuries were just scrapes and bruises. By the time he finally remembered that this wasn't a cellar, two hours had already passed.

  Wu Dingguo was stunned and couldn't help but accept the current reality: he had actually shrunk. He had turned into a 13 or 14-year-old, and as the distant birds flew away with a startled chirp, Wu Dingguo looked around at his surroundings. When he raised his eyes, he saw that he was surrounded by green mountains and lush vegetation, and behind him was a steep cliff of a high mountain, with clouds and mist swirling around it. On the precipice, one or two dense plants stretched out from time to time, with obvious signs of being broken off.

  "Am I really falling from above? It's really lucky if it's okay like this," muttered Wudingguo. "Damn, if you're really lucky, you won't end up in a broken place like this and become a little kid." However, following the principle of making do with what one has, he still had to explore his surroundings.

  Underfoot was a thick layer of dead leaves accumulated over the years, emitting a rotten smell. The small grass grew densely along the edge of the leaves, and in the distance, something seemed to be reflecting light, "What is it." Wuding Guo curiously moved his steps, trying not to put too much force on his twisted right foot.

  It was actually a rifle! A Type 38 rifle! Wuding Guo looked around nervously, but there was no one in sight. The sunlight filtering through the trees cast dappled shadows on the ground, and the curved bayonet glinted in the sun. It was actually a Type 38 rifle! Could it be that this was really from the time when the Japanese devils were rampaging across China? Or maybe it was just a hunting rifle left behind by some hunter in these mountains? Although Wuding Guo's generation had seen countless guns banned, China was vast and full of surprises - who knows what kind of relic might be hidden away in some remote corner? But rifles with bayonets were rare, and this one looked too new...

  However, since there was no one around, Wu Dingguo decided to pick it up after all. After all, he couldn't see any signs of human activity in the surrounding area, and if it were a deserted forest, that would be terrible. Keeping it would be just right for self-defense. After checking it out, surprisingly, there was no major damage, only the bayonet was bent, a piece had fallen off the gunstock, and when he pulled the trigger, it moved smoothly into place. "Heh heh, not bad, there are still bullets inside, but too few." Wu Dingguo checked the weapon with glee, but what made him depressed was that his height was actually shorter than the rifle by a big margin. Wu Dingguo shook his head and looked around. "Huh, what's that?" Wu Dingguo discovered that there was something lying among the rocks about ten or so meters in front of him.

  The surroundings were quiet except for the chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves blown by the wind. Wu Dingguo carefully held his gun and slowly approached. Be careful, slow down, Wu Dingguo kept reminding himself, his twisted foot reminded him that he was not in top condition at the moment. Finally, he got close, Wu Dingguo relaxed a bit, and a corpse wearing military uniform appeared before his eyes, its twisted limbs indicating that this person must have died a terrible death.

  Looking at the corpse, some scenes gradually flashed in Wudingguo's mind: this dead Japanese devil was either killed by him or had jumped off a cliff together with him. He didn't know if it was his good luck or the devil's bad luck that he himself was unscathed while the devil died. It turned out that he was from a nearby mountain village and had discovered the devils' arrival while on patrol today. After calling Dog Egg to inform the villagers, in order to cover for their evacuation, he had no choice but to lead the devil around the surrounding mountains. After noon, the devil became impatient and prepared to kill him. Just as they were passing by a small road at the edge of a cliff, he hugged the devil and jumped off together. The funny thing was that the devil died of fright during the fall, while he himself happened to be reborn. As a result, Wudingguo transformed into Yan Jufan. Only now did Wudingguo recall his own name. He couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time - it seemed that even heroes were fragile.

  But then, although he was afraid, Ke still took the ghost with him for half a day, and when the enemy was about to kill them, he died together with one of the ghosts. This is what it means to be a true hero with flesh and blood. Wu Dingguo silently muttered to himself: "Yan Jufan, Yan Jufan, I will fulfill your unfulfilled wishes from now on. From this day forward, I am Yan Jufan. The name Wu Dingguo can still belong to the original world."

  Yan Ju Fan wiped away his tears, struggled to walk over, and with a strong sense of nausea, took the bullets and hand grenades from the Japanese corpse and tied them onto himself. He also pulled off the belt equipment and stripped off the boots. After thinking for a moment, he gathered some grass and wood from around him and piled it on top, then stumbled towards the forest.

  Green trees, green grass, the surrounding shrubs are hung with unknown wild fruits. Yan Jufan picked some edible ones and put them in a bag, and broke off some branches as road signs. He slowly walked into the forest, looking at the distant mountain, which seemed to be running away from him. The sparse woods allowed him to see that big mountain, but no matter how long he walked, it didn't seem to get any closer. Yan Jufan had to rest by a stream, eating some wild fruits and drinking some stream water. It was truly sweet, this unpolluted world is really comfortable.

  The surrounding mountains, either sparse or dense, had unknown birds and beasts occasionally dashing out from a distance, and the howling of wolves could still be heard far away. It seemed that there were no human footprints here, Yan Jufan knew that this vast mountain was winding and rugged, even if he walked for half a month, he might not be able to cross it. Based on his past experience, following the stream should allow him to walk out of this wilderness. He hoped not to encounter large ferocious beasts, at first, the rifle was still slung over his shoulder, but after walking for a while, his feet hurt and the mountain valley's fragmented rocks made it difficult to proceed, so he had to slowly move forward with the rifle as a crutch. Yan Jufan silently prayed in his heart that this gun wouldn't be ruined. After a while, Yan Jufan had no choice but to use the bayonet to chop down branches to use as a walking stick, and the Type 38 rifle was carried on his back. Even so, Yan Jufan felt that his body was much better than in his past life. Although he was only 1.5 meters tall at 14 years old, with a slightly thin build, his face already had a bit of a mature look from living a hard life; however, the lazy and dynamic eyes under his thick eyebrows ruined this impression. Yan Jufan thought to himself with some self-love that although he was not as good-looking as in his past life, he could still be considered quite handsome.