When I opened my eyes again, everything before me filled me with astonishment—it felt so real. That was the initial reaction of a certain transmigrator who had not yet realized she had transmigrated and thought she was merely dreaming.
However, reality always catches you off guard.
Such genuine sensations hardly felt like a mere dream! Such biting cold winds, such piercing, howling snow, such shivering all over...
One could see a tiny, white little rice-dumpling lying lifelessly amidst a vast expanse of pure white snow.
Some things are truly better left unknown!
Or rather, once I was forced to accept the fact that I had transmigrated, I discovered that my current situation was far from optimistic.
Ah, what a disastrous, game-over opening!
Life was gradually slipping away, yet as a pitiful infant with no power to truss a chicken, I could do nothing about it, forced to watch helplessly as it all unfolded.
Transmigrators are always so extraordinary; even at this juncture of life and death, I actually had the mental bandwidth to ponder all sorts of random nonsense.
Besides, I had been wondering about this since just a moment ago—what on earth was up with this bizarre perspective?
Omniscient and omnipotent like a deity, everything around me was naturally imprinted in my mind, my brain continuously receiving all kinds of information.
The snow was so white, the wind was so cold, and within a radius of several miles, apart from me, there was absolute absence of any living creature...
With all sorts of wild imaginations racing through my mind, my spirit grew even more excited.
The sensation of life slowly ebbing away was something I could perceive with unprecedented clarity.
The closer one is to the line of life and death, the more human potential can be stimulated, right?
In short, at the moment of mortal peril, by a twist of fate, I prematurely awakened my own power.
Cursed Energy and the power of my eyes allowed me to instantly and perfectly achieve precise mastery over the use of Cursed Energy, including the innate power of my eyes—which was none other than the Limitless Technique.
To be more precise, it should be considered a mutation of the Six Eyes I possessed, inherently carrying the power of the Limitless Technique. Strictly speaking, it did not count as my own Innate Technique.
Not only that, but good things come in pairs.
Under the influence of various factors and the stimulation of a life-and-death crisis, my potential was fully unlocked, and I mastered the Reverse Cursed Technique.
In an instant, skillfully wielding Cursed Energy, I sustained my vital parameters so I was no longer in a critical, near-death state.
To sum it up, our transmigrator heroine comrade had finally avoided achieving the most tragic transmigrator record and title in history: kicking the bucket right at the very start.
At the moment she comprehended her own power, she finally understood what abilities she possessed.
This feeling of profound familiarity—it was unquestionably the Six Eyes, along with Cursed Energy, the Limitless Technique, and the Reverse Cursed Technique.
She finally understood that she had truly transmigrated, and into the anime of a high-risk world she had once watched, possessing the most peerless talent of all—the Six Eyes.
So even her nationality had changed?
The original Chinese bunny had now become a Japanese person.
"Wait, what time period am I in right now? Has the original plot even begun yet?" At this moment, her carefree mind was actually pondering this very question.
Until a certain bodily need issued a severe protest.
The little infant's belly let out a loud rumble. In the middle of this vast, uninhabited expanse of snow, in such an open space, it was glaringly conspicuous, the sound echoing so loudly.
Ah! It seemed she still had to resolve the most crucial life crisis of her own first!
A certain transmigrator comrade finally managed to turn her gears around, thinking seriously about how to cope with her present situation.
Leaving aside the pre-transmigration name of a certain transmigrator, our heroine comrade, upon realizing what kind of eyes she possessed, had already concluded in her heart that her surname was, nine times out of ten, Gojo.
As for her given name, since she was currently all by herself, she simply made one up for herself—though she thought about it very earnestly before deciding to call herself Natsu.
As for the reason, according to a certain transmigrator comrade's real-name disclosure, her pre-transmigration name contained that very character. And so, with such resolute crispness, she would simply go by that name directly.
Little Natsu, so miserable and forlorn, had no idea who her parents were in this lifetime, though through her eyes, she could tell where her bloodline originated.
Yet this completely failed to alter the fact that she had started in Hell mode and almost kicked the bucket immediately at the very beginning.
Yet, carefree as she was, she didn't mind it all that much.
Perhaps the only things she did care about were that nobody was teaching her the Japanese language, and she lacked all the necessary items for daily life.
To expect an infant to survive entirely on her own—was that even a joke?
She harbored no confidence in her heart either, but she had no choice except to face the problem head-on and forge ahead.
After all, nobody could guarantee whether dying a second time would mean a truly permanent end, or something else entirely.
Life is so beautiful. Life is so tenacious.
Life is so fragile, and life must surely be cherished with all one's heart.