The violent blood energy that once only destroyed enemies now shifted, carrying warmth instead of death. In the hands of Lee Seong-jun, that same power could kill, but also heal.
With calm focus, he guided his sister's blood flow. The technique, once a simple martial art of second-rate practitioners, was now refined by his mastery. He opened the blocked paths within her body, and as her blood vessels untangled, the pain that had haunted her for so long dissolved. Warmth spread through her back, like being wrapped in a gentle embrace. Her suffering, once constant, vanished in moments.
For Lee Seo-yoon, this was beyond belief. Martial arts were known only for combat, not for healing. Yet Seong-jun's skills felt miraculous. His words carried a weight she had never heard before. He promised to ease her burdens, cure their mother's illness, and bring prosperity. Looking at him now, Seo-yoon realized he was no longer the reckless brother of the past. His presence alone gave her a sense of security.
An hour later, the front door burst open. Their parents returned, and emotions overflowed at the sight of the son they thought they had lost. His mother rushed to him with trembling hands, her face filled with relief and love. His father, Lee Soo-hyuk, gripped his hand, rough from years of labor yet warm with sincerity.
Memories struck Seong-jun. His father had always been awkward in expressing emotions, silently enduring hardship for the sake of family. He had cooked, worked, and carried the household while caring for his sick wife, never once showing his pain. Yet in his youth, Seong-jun had misunderstood, rebelling and leaving home with harsh words.
Now, standing before him, he finally understood. His father's silence was never neglect—it was love shaped by responsibility. Regret pierced his heart as he remembered his past arrogance. He had once blamed his father for their poor circumstances, but in truth, this man had been the pillar of their survival.
Father and son embraced, tears falling freely. Years of misunderstandings melted away in that single moment of reunion. His family, gathered close, shared the same emotions. For Seong-jun, nothing in the vast Continent of Heaven—no treasures, no armies, no power—could compare to this warmth.
He silently vowed never to repeat the mistakes of his past life. This time, he would protect his family, bring them happiness, and treasure the bonds he had once taken for granted.
At last, he felt certain: returning to Earth was the greatest fortune of all.