After I Died, the World Began Using My Corpse

Zhou Huai died.

An ordinary death: he finished work after midnight, got into a car accident, and died on the spot.

Three days later, he woke up again.

Only this time, the eyes he opened weren't in his own sockets.

His left eye was sent to the Anomaly Investigation Bureau to observe things that "shouldn't exist";

his right hand was issued to the Action Team to handle high-risk incidents;

his heart was sealed away in a top-secret facility hundreds of meters underground;

as for his brain, the file contained only three words:

Destroyed.

They called the anomalous organs left behind by the dead "Legacies."

Soon, Zhou Huai discovered something even more absurd:

his consciousness could awaken inside the scattered corpses of his own body.

So while other people were risking their lives with his right hand,

Zhou Huai only wanted answers to two questions:

First, am I actually dead?

Second... who the hell lost my left hand?

Then, one day, he encountered something that shouldn't exist.

The Legacy of a living person.

Only then did Zhou Huai realize:

perhaps they had gotten one thing wrong from the very beginning.

It wasn't that people became "Legacies" after they died.

Rather, while we are alive,

something prevents us from becoming ourselves.