But Charles Bennett knew nothing of all this. His vision went black, and Charles Bennett completely fell into oblivion!

　　……

　　"Why do they call you a transmigrator?"

　　In what felt like an instant, or perhaps countless long centuries, Charles Bennett was suddenly awakened by a curious voice in his ear. The voice was both near and far, crisp as a silver bell, carrying a sense of innocence and childishness.

　　It was like a stone dropping into a lake, and in that instant, countless ripples spread through Charles Bennett's consciousness.

　　Who is it? Whose voice is this?

　 Isn't it said that when people die, it's like a lamp going out? Why can I still hear voices? Could it be... an illusion?

　　"Hmph!"

　 Just as Charles Bennett was pondering, a displeased snort suddenly sounded by his ear. Before Charles Bennett could react, he felt something poke him hard.

　 It was a finger!

　 Charles Bennett immediately realized.

　 No, that's not right! If I'm dead, how do I have a body?

　 Could it be that I'm not dead after all!

Buzz—this thought flashed through his mind, and a storm of emotions surged in Charles Bennett's heart. Struggling, Charles Bennett opened his eyes. Soon, a burst of dazzling light shot in.

Against the light, everything before his eyes shifted from darkness to brightness. Not far away, Charles Bennett saw a little girl of about ten, pouting, looking at him with clear dissatisfaction.

"That's what you get for ignoring me!"

The little girl poked Charles Bennett again with her slender finger.

"Little sister?!"

Charles Bennett looked across in disbelief. The little girl's curved eyebrows were like crescent moons, her bright eyes and rosy skin, paired with a silver-red pair of little leather shorts, made her look like a porcelain doll.

Only the two high, firecracker-like pigtails on her head betrayed her mischievous nature. Who else could this be but his youngest sister?

But didn't little sister already...

Charles Bennett stared blankly ahead, his mind unable to process it.

Wasn't I already dead? He clearly remembered, at the last moment, in order to assassinate 康轧荦山, he had charged into the vast ranks of the foreign cavalry without hesitation. How could he be seeing his little sister here again?

And little sister is so young—this is clearly how she looked at ten. I'm only five years older than her, so if she's ten, then I must be...

Charles Bennett raised his arm, and soon, Charles Bennett saw a pair of thin, fair arms—completely different from what he remembered.

In that instant, Charles Bennett was speechless. Could it be... I've been reborn?

Charles Bennett's heart was filled with surprise, anxiety, and even more mixed feelings.

"Little sister, pinch me."

Charles Bennett suddenly said.

As soon as he finished speaking, Charles Bennett saw a soft, snow-white little hand reach over. Around the hand, a faint white ripple spread out.

This faint ripple lingered, solid as steel, giving off an incredibly powerful feeling.

"Ninth level of Vital Energy!"

Charles Bennett's heart clenched. This faint white ripple was the mark of a ninth-level Vital Energy expert. How could he have forgotten? His little sister had been gifted since childhood, a peerless "powerhouse."

Letting her pinch him awake—wasn't that just asking for trouble!

"Little sister, wait—"

Charles Bennett's expression changed, wanting to stop her, but it was too late. Crack! With a crisp sound, Charles Bennett felt as if his radius bone had snapped.

"Ouch! Little sister, let go!"

Hearing Charles Bennett's cry, the little girl looked embarrassed, stuck out her tongue, and sheepishly withdrew her finger.

"Big brother, you can't blame me. You told me to do it."

The little girl stuck out her tongue as she spoke, showing not the slightest hint of apology.

Charles Bennett gave a wry smile. She really was the little sister from his memories—her extraordinary strength, able to lift mountains and crush boulders, was not something "ordinary people" could withstand.

But as he rubbed his aching wrist, Charles Bennett's heart was filled with joy. There was pain, sensation, he could see... This meant it wasn't an illusion.

He really was alive!

"Could it be that, in the dark, Heaven really heard my voice?"

At this moment, Charles Bennett's heart was a mix of emotions, deeply moved.

"Third brother, I'm telling you, you should stay away from that bastard Ma Zhou. That guy is no good—he got you scolded by father and made people say you tried to abduct a village girl. Would my third brother ever need to do such a thing? That bastard! Next time I see him, I'll definitely teach him a lesson—I'll beat him every time I see him."

Across from him, the little girl seemed to recall something, suddenly frowning, her face full of anger. Her two terrifying little hands clenched with cracking sounds, clearly holding quite a grudge.

"Little sister..."

Hearing his little sister's heartfelt words, Charles Bennett's nose tingled, and he hugged his sister Emily Bennett, deeply moved.

This was his little sister, the one who always cared for her big brother. Unfortunately, he had been too much of a fool back then to realize it, and only after losing her did he feel deep regret.

In this life, since Heaven had given him another chance, he would never let his little sister suffer those things again.