I Can See Through All Things' Information Chapter 1 Awakening after Rebirth

"Glug..."

Lu Qing was roused early in the morning by the persistent rumbling of his gut.

Gently rubbing his midsection, he let out a weary sigh at the sensation of deep hunger.

"All that noise won't help; where am I supposed to find a meal right now?"

He scanned his surroundings, taking in the sight of a dilapidated shack that barely qualified as a residence, and a self-deprecating smile touched his lips.

While others might experience a smooth transmigration, he found himself unable to even secure a full meal; what kind of miserable start was this?

He had been confined to this bed for two days.

It was forty-eight hours ago that Lu Qing had first opened his eyes to find himself in this unfamiliar world.

Clad in tattered rags and reduced to little more than skin and bones, he had inhabited the body of a teenage boy.

Gradually, as time passed, Lu Qing began to comprehend his new reality.

He had transmigrated.

He was reborn as a youth who had just suffered the loss of both parents. After liquidating every family possession to afford their burial, the boy’s weakened constitution and profound grief had caused him to succumb to a single freezing night.

Perhaps, for the original owner of this body, death had been a form of mercy.

This was the first realization Lu Qing had after sorting through the memories left behind.

For a teenager to survive alone in this world was an arduous task.

Perishing might not have been the worst outcome.

However...

"Brother, you're awake!"

An enthusiastic cry suddenly shattered Lu Qing's train of thought.

Turning his head, he spotted a small girl of about five or six years old. She stood in the doorway clutching a gray object, her face radiating pure joy as she looked at him.

The little girl scurried over to his side. "Brother, are you feeling better?"

"Yes, I'm much better now, Little Yan. You don't need to worry anymore," Lu Qing answered with a gentle smile.

"That's great! You're finally okay!" Upon hearing his reassurance, the girl's eyes grew misty, and tears began to track down her cheeks. "For the last two days, your face was so red and hot, yet you kept shivering and saying you were cold. I didn't know what to do. No matter how much I called out, you wouldn't wake up. I was so scared you were going to leave me behind just like Dad and Mom!"

A wave of genuine heartache washed over Lu Qing as he watched the little girl weep.

During the past two days, he had been in a semi-conscious state while merging with the memories. Although he could vaguely perceive external sounds, he had been unable to maintain clarity or control his body.

Aside from a few fleeting moments of consciousness, he had spent the majority of the time plunged in darkness.

He had heard the muffled sounds of the girl's sobbing and her desperate shouts, but he had been powerless to respond.

Lu Qing reached out, his hand gently ruffling the girl's dry, yellowish hair. "It's my fault, Little Yan. I promise you, I won't get sick like that again. Will that make you feel better?"

"Yes," Little Yan replied, a smile breaking through her tears as she held out a tiny hand. "Then, let's make a pinkie promise."

Lu Qing extended his own pinkie, and they locked fingers together.

"Hooked fingers, no changes for a hundred years! Whoever breaks it is a puppy!"

Once the vow was made, Little Yan’s mood brightened instantly.

In her innocent mind, a pinkie promise was an unbreakable law; now that they had made one, her brother would surely never fall ill again.

"Little Yan, what is that in your hand?"

Only then did Lu Qing focus on the item the girl was carrying.

"It's a steamed bun, brother! Don't you recognize it?" Little Yan lifted the gray object with both hands and offered it to him, her voice full of excitement. "Grandpa Zhang from next door gave it to me. Little Yan didn't want to eat it by herself, so I brought it back to share with you. I just walked in and saw that you were finally awake."

"A steamed bun?"

Lu Qing stared at the dull, dingy object. It looked nothing like the white, fluffy buns he remembered from his previous life.

However, he quickly rationalized the difference. Since he was in a completely different world, it stood to reason that even the food would look different.

As he contemplated this, his eyes remained fixed on the gray bun for several seconds. Suddenly, a line of text manifested before him.

"Coarse grain bun: Composed of rice bran, wheat flour, and wild vegetables. Provides minimal nutritional value."

Simultaneously, a faint gray glow emanated from the bun.

What was this?

Lu Qing blinked rapidly, but the floating text remained suspended over the bun, refusing to vanish.

It appeared this was no hallucination...

Before he could investigate further, Little Yan pressed the gray bun against his lips.

"Brother, eat this. You've just gotten better, and Grandpa Chen says people need to eat something good to recover after being sick."

As the grainy aroma hit his nose, the ravenous hunger in his body surged. Lu Qing didn't argue; he took the bun, broke it in half, and handed one portion back to Little Yan.

"Mhm, let's eat it together."

He remembered clearly that she had intended to share it with him from the start.

To his surprise, Little Yan shook her head and tried to push the half back. "Brother should eat it. Little Yan isn't hungry. You need more food so your body gets strong again."

Despite her words, Lu Qing noticed her throat move as she reflexively swallowed while staring at the bun.

Looking at her frail state and yellowed hair, a pang of pity hit him. He firmly placed the half back into her small palm.

"I've just recovered, so I shouldn't eat too much at once; it would be bad for my stomach. You must eat this half."

"Is that true?" Little Yan tilted her head, clutching the half-bun. "But that sounds different from what Grandpa Chen told me."

"When someone is recovering from a major illness, overeating is dangerous. If you don't believe me, you can ask Grandpa Chen next time," Lu Qing insisted.

"Okay." Little Yan nodded, though she looked confused.

She was too young to realize that a single coarse grain bun was a far cry from "overeating."

Lu Qing seized the chance to coax her further. "Since I can't finish it all, let's eat together, Little Yan. If it gets cold, it won't taste as good."

"Alright!" Little Yan nodded vigorously. "Since brother can't finish it, Little Yan will help you."

The two siblings sat together, happily nibbling on their respective halves of the bun.

Lu Qing finished his portion quickly. The gnawing void in his stomach was finally partially filled, and a slight warmth radiated from his belly, making him feel more alive.

In truth, the bun's flavor was poor, but it was dense and fairly large.

Even half a bun was enough to alleviate his dizziness and provide some much-needed strength.

Watching Little Yan continue to eat with focused effort, Lu Qing didn't interrupt her. Instead, he turned his focus back to the phenomenon he had just witnessed.

He recalled the text that had appeared on the food.

To test his theory, Lu Qing stood up, walked over to the rickety table, and picked up a damaged, chipped bowl.

He held it up to his eyes and concentrated.

After a few moments of steady observation, a layer of gray light enveloped the bowl, followed by a line of text.

"Broken pottery bowl: A chipped vessel of pottery that appears somewhat unhygienic."

It was exactly as he had suspected. A faint smile finally spread across Lu Qing's face.