William Carter was drunk and muddleheaded, stumbling to the training hall where he slept the whole night. It wasn’t until the next day that he sobered up and realized he hadn’t gone back to his room, but had spent the night sitting in the training hall.

In the darkness, William Carter’s face was gloomy, his eyes flickering.

“Who would have thought that two months later, Grandpa and everyone in the martial arts school would die mysteriously and unexpectedly.”

He didn’t believe that his grandfather would just die in a fire for no reason.

With Henry Carter’s physical fitness—he had just participated in an ultra-long-distance running race not long ago and won second place.

That was a ten-thousand-meter endurance run. With that kind of physical condition, what kind of fire could possibly prevent him from escaping?

William Carter didn’t believe it.

“And besides, I just happened to get into a car accident.”

He lowered his head and carefully examined his hands.

His fingers were short and thick, the lines on his palms were clear, and there was a faint scar on his right thumb.

That was from drinking with Grandpa before—when opening a bottle, he used too much force and accidentally got scratched by the bottle opener.

Huh.

William Carter slowly stood up, walked to the window of the training hall, and looked out at the peaceful courtyard of the martial arts school.

In the whole martial arts school, only Grandpa and him lived there, along with senior brother Ethan Clark and a hired housekeeper. The other disciples all went back to their own homes and didn’t live at the school.

“Could it be that I really came back? Back to two months ago?” William Carter still found it hard to believe.

He pushed open the door and walked into the courtyard.

There was a big tree planted in the yard. He didn’t know its species, but every year it would grow many purplish-red leaves.

Every autumn, a few purplish-red leaves would gently fall with the wind each day, creating a beautiful scene.

William Carter stood under the tree, took out his phone again, and opened the messaging app Feixun.

Then he found the company group chat.

He ignored his colleagues’ idle chatter and went straight to the group announcement to check.

The latest announcement showed a timestamp from three minutes ago, followed by the full date and time.

‘Year 4471, March 11th, 7:45 PM.’

He still didn’t believe it, so he opened other apps and checked every place where he could see the time.

Ten minutes later.

William Carter finally confirmed that he had indeed been reborn.

Reborn back to two months ago.

“Yangyang, you sobered up so quickly?”

Suddenly, a deep male voice came from behind William Carter.

He was startled, but kept his composure and turned around quickly.

Behind him stood a burly man at least two meters tall.

In the darkness, the man’s eyes glowed faintly like a hungry wolf, intimidating and fierce.

“Is that you, Ethan Clark?” William Carter’s heart skipped a beat, but he recognized him at a glance.

Ethan Clark, background unknown, age unknown, had suddenly appeared at the martial arts school when William Carter was in his teens, and had been learning martial arts from Grandpa ever since.

This person was always silent and honest, didn’t talk much, but was extremely trustworthy. He was naturally very strong.

Although William Carter hadn’t been close to him since childhood, he respected him greatly.

He respected anyone who kept their word.

Because keeping one’s word is, in itself, a very difficult thing to persist in.

“I slept for a while and came out to get some fresh air and clear my head,” William Carter forced a slight smile.

“You’re not wearing enough. You’ll catch a cold. You’d better go back to sleep early,” Ethan Clark said in a deep voice.

“Got it. You should get some rest too, Ethan Clark. It’s been a long day,” William Carter replied.

“It’s nothing,” Ethan Clark answered, then slowly walked under the tree toward his own room.

His figure, under the dim sky, seemed a bit cold and sinister, making William Carter feel a chill all over.

William Carter watched him leave and enter the house before looking away.

Grandpa had always treated him well since he was a child. Two months later, disaster struck, and then he himself suddenly got into a car accident.

There were just too many coincidences hidden in all this.

“When there are too many coincidences, it’s no longer a coincidence, but an inevitability…” William Carter thought silently.

He didn’t know how he had come back to life and been reborn, but since he was back, he would first investigate what really happened to Grandpa.

“But… where should I start?”

He was just an ordinary office worker with no strength to truss a chicken. The toughest thing he’d ever done was slaughter a chicken with a knife.

And even then, the chicken had struggled and scratched him hard.

“Maybe I should just go to the police?” William Carter frowned.

But on what grounds would he report it? Was he supposed to go and say, “I suspect that two months from now, Grandpa will be killed by Ethan Clark, so I’m here to file a case in advance?”

Wouldn’t that sound insane?

But investigating on his own was obviously very dangerous.

From the martial arts school fire, plus his own extremely coincidental car accident, it was clear that there was likely a hidden hand orchestrating everything behind the scenes.

“It’s a pity my parents aren’t here… But even if they were, they probably couldn’t help with this,” William Carter felt a bit frustrated.

He reached out and pressed his hand against the tree trunk. The rough, cold bark quickly calmed him down.

“Maybe I should just go to Grandpa and give him a hint?” After thinking for a while, he came up with this idea.