The Timelines

The quiet halls of the Vossmer estate stretched endlessly before Verion, dimly lit by soft moonlight filtering through narrow windows. His boots echoed faintly on the polished stone floors as he made his way back to his shared room.

The attack earlier that day by the Zhang family had left a heavy tension in the air, but it wasn't just the skirmish weighing on Verion's mind.

His fingers brushed against the cold stone wall as he walked, his thoughts slipping into darker places.

This was his third life, and yet, for all the power and experience he'd accumulated across reincarnations, there was an ache he couldn't ignore.

After three lifetimes… I finally have a family.

The thought struck him harder than he expected, almost enough to halt his steps. His jaw tightened as memories flooded back—his first life on Earth, his second life as a martial artist in Murim, and now this one.