He died with a smile. For once, it was peaceful. But peace was never meant for him.
A frail young man spends his final days confined to a hospital bed, forgotten by the world, overlooked by the divine. His body is failing, his time running out — yet there’s a calmness in him, one that no one can quite explain. A single act of quiet generosity marks his passing, and those who meet him sense, if only for a moment, that there was something more behind his tired eyes.
But death is not the end. Not for him.
Beyond the veil, a bridge awaits — a place between life and eternity where old gods used to watch and judge. This time, the god does not appear. In his place, an angel arrives with an offer: to begin again in a new world, untouched by the old. A second chance, they say. A clean slate.
He accepts.
What awaits him is a world torn by war, ruled by power, and shaped by divine hands. And though he arrives in a weak, unfamiliar body, he carries with him a presence deeper than memory, colder than vengeance.
He will rise — not with fire or fury, but with silence, precision, strength, techinque and an ever-growing weight beneath his skin.
And when the gods look down again…
They will not recognize the one who now walks among their creations.
I pity you third yan as now its you whose troubling zuxu to notice you and as she's pregnant you'll have to suffer as pregnancy resentment plus the resentment she had for you before my dear you'll suffer no matter how hard you try