Leo Blackwood shot upright, his boots skid on the wet, freezing concrete.His breathing heavy . Air burned his lungs.

He scanned his surroundings. Dust blanketed the floor like a carpet . Rusted pipes dripping steadily from the ceiling .

His brows knitted together in confusion as a cold sweat broke out across his forehead.

I was shot. I know I was shot.

His trembling fingers flew to his forehead, frantically sweeping through his hair to search for a wound .

Nothing.

His skin was intact and skull solid.

"No blood,"

he muttered, his voice echoing in the damp silence of the basement.

"No wound."

It made no sense. Seconds ago, his lungs had been burning as he frantically fled through the rain.

He remembered the deafening gunshot and the white-hot agony that came after. A bullet had directly tore straight through his brain.

The organisation ,the handlers he had served for forty years , had set a trap under the guise of a "final mission."

They had never intended to let their best assassin retire.

He had felt his vision going dark after being shot at .

So why was he breathing?

Before he could make sense of the situation, a searing pain emerged behind his eyes.

"Arrgh!"

He collapsed back onto the floor, clutching his head as a tidal wave of foreign memories crashed into his mind. He writhed on the wet ground,eyes firmly closed , grinding his teeth together until the agony finally subsided into a dull throb.

Opening his eyes slowly and staring at the unfamiliar, mold-rotted ceiling above.

His mind clouded with confusion about the memories that had just been implanted inside his head .

The memories flooding his brain weren’t his, yet they carried the heavy, unmistakable weight of reality.

"Another world.... I have Transmigrated "

He was no longer a forty-year-old assassin on Earth. Right now , he was possessing the body of a twenty three-year-old young man , coincidentally also named Leo Blackwood ,in another world called Vegas.

If someone had told him such a thing a day ago, he would have dismissed them as a lunatic. Yet the memories in his mind were far too vivid to be an illusion. Every experience, every emotion, and every scar of his predecessor felt undeniably real.

Even after spending decades as an assassin and witnessing countless things that couldn’t see the light of day , waking up in another person’s body was beyond anything he had ever imagined.

Leo forced a slow, deep breath into his chest, deliberately lowering his heart rate.

The absolute lesson learned after spending decades as an assasin was-Panic had never solved a single problem.

Whether this was a dream, a miracle, or reality itself, there was only one thing he needed to do.

Survive.

But his new body was in terrible shape. His stomach twisted with a hollow, agonizing ache, while the throat felt like sandpaper.

Accessing the original owner’s memories, Leo realized the severity of his situation.

This world had already descended into apocalypse.

A year ago, a meteor strike had brought a toxic element that mutated the population into flesh-eating monsters.

Apart from flesh eating zombies , mutated animals and horrific creatures roamed it’s surface .

Extraterrestrial creatures also emerged from within the meteors .

The governments had locked themselves away in heavily armed safe zones, leaving the common public to rot.

Common people had to group up together to survive in makeshift shelters but still the threat of a zombie tide was ever present .

This kid’s survivor shelter had been overrun by a zombie tide two weeks ago. He had fled with nothing, starving to death in this exact basement.

Leo let out a grim, dry laugh. He had wanted a peaceful retirement, and instead, he had inherited a starving body in a zombie apocalypse.

He braced his hands against the floor, preparing to scavenge the room for anything useful, when a sharp, synthetic chime resonated directly inside his head .

"Ding "