After confirmation by the public security authorities, David Clark was found to have died as a result of gang retaliation. In response, the provincial department issued instructions, launching a massive anti-gang campaign across the province, and posthumously recognized David Clark as a martyr.

At the memorial service, since David Clark's parents had already passed away and there were no other close relatives, the then deputy director of the X City Public Security Bureau—David Clark's most trusted comrade and best friend in life, Jason Bolton—attended as a family member of David Clark and expressed gratitude for the leaders' heartfelt condolences.

Old Cao, don’t blame me!

Good people die young, while evil lingers for a thousand years...

You often said: “Heaven is watching what people do!” But now I stand here, and you are gone... I hope in your next life, you never become a good person again!

...

Bang!

A gunshot rang out.

David Clark shouted, opened his eyes, and sat up abruptly.

Cold sweat soaked his back, drenching his clothes, clinging to his skin, cold and uncomfortable.

“Peng’er, what’s wrong?”

Perhaps the commotion was too loud and woke the others in the room. A voice, both unfamiliar and familiar, sounded in the darkness. Then, with a flash of fire, someone lit an oil lamp. The pitch-black room suddenly brightened. Although the light was dim, it still gave David Clark a slight sense of security.

Whew...

He let out a long breath, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and gradually calmed down.

A simple, honest man in a cross-collared cloth robe held a celadon oil lamp shaped like a carp leaping over the dragon gate, shielding the flame with one hand, his expression tense, and quickly walked to David Clark's side. Behind him was a woman of about thirty, her brows furrowed with even greater anxiety. The two sat on either side of David Clark, and though they said nothing, the concern in their eyes was unmistakable.

David Clark immediately showed a bright smile and said softly, “Dad... Mom... I’m fine!”

Even though he had been in this world for almost twenty days!

David Clark still found it hard to adapt.

He had thought he was doomed, but after that gunshot, he was surprised to find that he was still alive and strong!

However, the world he was in was no longer the one he once knew.

And now, he was no longer who he used to be...

To be precise, the current David Clark was a vibrant young boy of only thirteen. To put it more mystically, his soul now occupied the body of a thirteen-year-old boy, and this boy’s name was Ryan Clark.

Comrade David Clark was an outstanding Party member and a staunch atheist.

But faced with this situation, he couldn’t explain what had happened. Could it be that there really are gods in the unseen world?

But if there are gods, why don’t they punish the wicked?

He couldn’t figure it out, nor could he understand.

But there was one thing he knew: he was no longer David Clark, and he could never return to his original world to seek revenge!

In this world, he had a new name and a new family.

The honest man was named Chris Clark... Oh, don’t get it wrong, not “grass chicken,” but Chris Clark... the “汲” for drawing water! It’s said that when he was born, his mother—David Clark’s grandmother—was fetching water at the well. “汲” means to draw water from a well, so he was named Chris Clark.

At the same time, he had a new identity: David Clark’s father in this world... his real father.

The woman sitting to David Clark’s right had the surname Zhang, but no given name. Before marrying Chris Clark, everyone called her Miss Bolton; after marrying Chris Clark, she became ‘The Bolton Family’. In this era, unless born into a wealthy family, most women had no given names after birth.

The Bolton Family was born into a commoner family.

Chris Clark and The Bolton Family had a son and a daughter...

The son was named Ryan Clark, which was now David Clark; the daughter was named The Clark Family, who was also David Clark’s older sister, eighteen years old, and two years ago married a man named Samuel Foster from Deng Village in Jiyang. When she got married, Chris Clark specially asked someone to give The Clark Family a name: Ethan Clark.

Because Samuel Foster would welcome the bride from the south of Jiyang, and The Clark Family lacked the wood element in her five elements, she was given the name Ethan Clark.

David Clark had never met this sister, but after his rebirth, he had heard The Bolton Family mention her a few times. More than ten days ago, Ryan Clark suddenly fainted, and when he woke up, the world had changed, and he had become David Clark... or rather, David Clark had become the thirteen-year-old Ryan Clark.

Seeing the concern on the faces of this honest couple, David Clark couldn’t help but feel a warmth in his heart.

“Dad, I’m really fine, it was just a dream.”

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, the couple became even more anxious.

The two exchanged a glance, and The Bolton Family said, “Peng’er, don’t be afraid. Your mother and father are right here. Just sleep, everything’s fine!”

“Yes, it’s getting late. Peng’er, go to sleep. Your mother and I will stay with you.”

In his previous life, David Clark was busy with work and rarely spent time with his parents.

Later, because of that earth-shattering case, he even implicated his parents. Thinking back now, David Clark still felt deeply guilty.