[Quick Transmigration] I'm dying right now

When Duan Ziming was very young, he would use other people's words to figure out what they wanted to do, just like his mother said to him a little tired before: "I think I'm going to die soon."

That year, Duan Ziming was only nine years old, kneeling in front of his mother's bedside, the lights had already been extinguished, and in the heavy rain outside, there would be a flash of lightning from time to time, illuminating his mother's sagging and aging face and her tightly closed eyes .

Her steady breathing indicates that the god of death has not taken her away completely, but Duan Ziming only dared to ask her in a very soft voice: "Mom, why doesn't anyone need me?"

"I'm sorry," the steady breathing was interrupted, but the mother's gentle voice revealed extremely cruel words, "because you were born...you shouldn't be."

After she finished speaking, she coughed quickly, and the blood gradually faded from her face.

Duan Ziming helped her up, slowly relieved her breath, and asked again after a long time: "What's the point of being alive?"

"People have their own meaning to live, and your life... has no meaning."

How cruel it was, Duan Ziming was stunned for a moment, his eyes darkened.

The next day, Duan's mother passed away. She dragged her dilapidated and weak body, but she still couldn't make it through.

No one cared how she died. Everyone only knew that this person finally died.

At his mother's funeral, Duan Ziming didn't go, everyone forgot about him, he hid in a corner, listening to the nanny's sobbing conversation.

"This is also a poor woman, given to her deadly enemy by the Duan family..."

"Later she got old and was sent back, and gave birth to a child with no name or division..."

Hearing these words, Duan Ziming didn't react at all. He just quietly looked at the painting hanging on the wall. It was a painting of a clear blue sky, corresponding to white clouds and flying birds.

After that day, his personality became more and more withdrawn, and many people secretly commented on him more than once, saying that he was "as hateful as his moody father."

As if in response to that sentence, as he grows up, everyone has inexplicable hostility towards him. Duan's father hates him and calls him "the little white-eyed wolf born of a big white-eyed wolf".

At that time, Duan Ziming knew that his mother did it voluntarily.

He voluntarily left Duan's father, came to his biological father, and pursued a vigorous but ridiculous love without ending.

His older brother later isolated him, saying he was: "A piece of shit that no one wants."

At that time, Duan Ziming also knew that his biological father regarded him and his mother as air.

From the beginning to the end, his biological father never planned to visit them.

His birth symbolizes a full stop, the end of his mother's deformed love, the anger and hatred of the Duan family, Duan Ziming, these three words are the result of that farce, and it is also the result that everyone tacitly does not want to see.

Nobody needs him, never has.

He has flesh and blood, and he has longed for affection, but no one is willing to give it to him.

until……

With the end of the world approaching, this chaotic world where all identities are disregarded and the strong are respected, made him feel the feeling of being needed for the first time.

He doesn't mind raising a trash, it's all like raising a dog that can bite people, but he doesn't mind that this dog is so weak and has the guts to abandon him.

The feeling of awakening the power was very painful. When Duan Ziming woke up, he found that there was no one around him, and he did nothing except laugh at himself.

It was at that time that he discovered that his fire abilities had self-awareness, as long as he thought about what they needed to do in his heart, they would complete all tasks seriously.

Hiding the ability, Duan Ziming began to wander aimlessly. It was not until many people awakened the ability that he came to the base and met Duan Jiayang again.

He was not moved by the opponent's rhetoric, but was defeated by the opponent's actions. He was pushed into the tide of zombies, and the moment he fell, he thought quietly.

No one needs me, and I don't need anyone.

He felt that he might be reincarnated again, but he didn't expect that he would be reborn, reborn in this place where no one needed him.

At that time, he thought that he would kill all the people who were malicious to him, especially Duan Jiayang, and he would torture him to death with his own hands.

He doesn't need anyone anymore.

At this point, Duan Ziming no longer needs other people's needs to satisfy his flawed heart. His heart has already been bitten into pieces by zombies and dissipated.

He is like a beast lurking in the dark, patiently waiting for the time to come, dragging his prey into the darkness...

But he didn't expect that the cunning prey seemed to foreshadow something, and turned himself into an innocent and stupid person, another person.

He thought that his heart was full of holes, but he didn't expect that when a person smiled at him, made fun of him, and there was nothing annoying in his eyes, it would attract him so much.

Regardless of whether that person did it on purpose or not, it was regarded as temporarily saving his own life, with that ignorant and soft-hearted look of caring about him, he saved it.

When the idea of ​​getting closer to him came out of his heart, Duan Ziming also warned himself to stay away from him, but with his hesitation and hesitation again and again, he finally fell into it involuntarily.

When a person has not tasted sweetness, he will not believe that he will be addicted, but once he has tasted it, he cannot help himself.

Affected by these emotions, Duan Ziming, after awakening the power, has no rational suppression, only the crazy and suppressed thoughts in his heart.

I want to be closer to this person, I don't want to leave him.

During the time when he lost most of his memory, Duan Ziming intuitively felt what he wanted. He would be heartbroken for the other party's injury, and happy for the other party's attention...

He understood that he wanted to be with this person, he didn't want to care about revenge, the end of the world, or the zombie king.

This was the happiest time Duan Ziming lived, at least before he was abandoned.

Different from the sadness when he was abandoned by his mother, when the man turned and left, he felt that his heart was about to be torn apart.

He couldn't help it, couldn't help wanting to beg that person.

but……

But he couldn't ask for it, the man didn't look back, and when he left, Duan Ziming even felt that he was about to suffocate.

That kind of pain made him tear off all the disguises, and raped this person recklessly, leaving behind all the so-called love, respect, and consequences that he needed to bear.

Even if this person can never fall in love with me, as long as he is still by my side, it is not the worst.

At this time, he thought that this was the final result, and no matter what happened in the future, he would not let this person leave him.

However, he didn't expect that one day later, the person he wanted to hold in his hands for the rest of his life would be killed by his own hands.

He couldn't tolerate this person leaving, but he couldn't tolerate this person being punished even more.

The possessive desire made him kill this person himself, even though the pain was as if all the bones in his body were broken, he still smiled silently and looked at his lover who suddenly opened his eyes, resisting the desire to heal him with a deep kiss.

"do not forget me."

Mingming's eyes were astringent, but Duan Ziming kept a smile on his face.

do not forget me.

Watching the other party disappear with his own eyes, as if he had never existed before, Duan Ziming finally couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and let out a long cry of grief.

His eyes were blue, just like when he was young, he looked at the murals all afternoon.

It's just that there are no white clouds or birds in it, only a lonely and sad silence.

Until the moment of death.