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

"Glug..."

Lu Qing was roused early in the morning by the insistent protest of his empty stomach.

Feeling the hollow ache within his belly, he let out a weary sigh and rubbed his midsection.

"Grumbling won't help you; where am I supposed to find a meal right now?"

He surveyed his environment—a dilapidated shack that barely qualified as a residence—and allowed a bitter smile to cross his lips.

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

For two days, he had remained confined to his bed.

When Lu Qing first opened his eyes forty-eight hours ago, he discovered he had been thrust into this unfamiliar world.

Clad in tattered rags and reduced to skin and bones, he had inhabitied the body of a teenage boy.

As time passed, Lu Qing eventually managed to piece together his dire situation.

He had indeed transmigrated.

He was reborn as a youth who had recently lost both parents. After liquidating every family possession to afford their burials, the boy’s weakened constitution and profound sorrow proved too much, and he had succumbed during a freezing night.

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

This thought occurred to Lu Qing as he sifted through the memories left behind in his mind.

Attempting to survive in this world as a lone teenager was an impossibly heavy burden.

In such a place, passing away might not be the worst fate.

However...

"Brother, you're awake!"

A sudden, joyful shout broke through Lu Qing's contemplations.

Turning his head, he spotted a small girl of about five or six years old. She stood in the doorway, clutching a gray object and gazing at him with a face full of pure delight.

The little girl hurried to Lu Qing’s side. "Brother, are you feeling better?"

"Yes, I am much better now, Little Yan. You don't need to be afraid anymore," Lu Qing answered, offering a gentle smile.

"That’s wonderful! Brother, you’re finally okay!" Upon hearing his reassurance, the girl's eyes brimmed with tears that began to roll down her cheeks. "For the last two days, your face was so red and hot, and you kept shivering and saying you were cold. I didn't know what to do. No matter how loud I called, you wouldn't wake up. I was so scared you were going to leave me alone, just like Dad and Mom!"

Seeing the little girl weep caused a sharp pang of heartache to surge through Lu Qing.

He had spent the last two days in a semi-conscious state while merging with his new memories. Although he could faintly perceive noises from the outside world, his mind had been unable to maintain clarity.

Aside from a few brief moments of lucidity, he had repeatedly slipped back into a coma.

He remembered hearing the girl's muffled cries and desperate shouts, yet he had been powerless to respond.

Lu Qing reached out, ruffling the girl's dry, yellowish hair. "It’s my fault, Little Yan. I promise you, I won't fall ill again. Will that help you stop worrying?"

"Yes," Little Yan said, her face brightening as she held out a tiny hand. "Then, we have to make a pinkie promise."

Lu Qing extended his own pinkie, and their fingers hooked together.

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

With the promise sealed, Little Yan’s mood instantly lifted.

In her simple world, a pinkie promise meant everything was settled; her brother would never be sick again.

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

Lu Qing finally took notice of the item the girl was carrying.

"It's a steamed bun, brother. Don't you recognize it?" Little Yan raised the gray object with both hands, offering it to Lu Qing. She excitedly explained, "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, drab object. It looked nothing like the buns he remembered from his previous life.

However, he quickly reminded himself that this was a different world. If the world itself had changed, it was only natural that the food would look different as well.

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

"Coarse grain bun: Made of rice bran, wheat flour, and wild vegetables; provides limited nutrition."

Simultaneously, a faint gray glow emanated from the bun.

What was this?

Lu Qing blinked hard, but the text continued to hover over the bun without fading.

It appeared this was no hallucination...

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

"Brother, please eat. You've just gotten better, and Grandpa Chen says people need nourishing food after they've been sick."

As the grainy aroma hit him, the intense hunger ravaging his body became unbearable. Lu Qing didn't argue; he took the bun, broke it in half, and handed one piece back to Little Yan.

"Mhm, we will eat together."

He remembered clearly that the little girl had mentioned the bun was intended for her, yet she wanted to share it with him.

To his surprise, Little Yan shook her head, pushing the half-bun back toward him. "Brother must eat. Little Yan isn't hungry. You need to eat more so your body can get strong again."

Despite her words, Lu Qing noticed her instinctively swallow her saliva as she pushed the food away.

Looking at her frail state and yellowed hair, he felt a wave of compassion and firmly placed the half-bun back in her palm.

"I have just recovered, and eating too much at once will hurt my stomach. That's why you must eat this half."

"Is that true?" Holding the piece of bun, Little Yan tilted her head in confusion. "But that sounds different from what Grandpa Chen told me."

"Those recovering from a major illness must avoid overeating. If you don't believe me, you can ask Grandpa Chen next time," Lu Qing insisted.

"Okay." Little Yan nodded, though she didn't quite grasp the logic.

She was too young to realize that a single coarse grain bun was hardly a feast that could lead to overeating.

Lu Qing took the opportunity to gently coax her. "Since I can't finish it all, let's eat together, Little Yan. If it gets cold, it won't be as good."

"Okay!" 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 hollow sensation in his gut finally subsided with the arrival of food, and a sense of warmth spread from his stomach, making him feel revitalized.

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

Even half a bun was enough to alleviate Lu Qing’s hunger, ending the dizziness and weakness that had plagued him.

Seeing Little Yan still focused on her meal, Lu Qing didn't interrupt her. Instead, he turned his attention to his discovery.

He thought back to the line of text that had appeared on the bun.

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

He held it at eye level and watched it intently.

After a few seconds of focus, a layer of gray light enveloped the bowl, and a line of text appeared.

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

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