Rain poured down like the sky itself was mourning.
The black luxury car lay twisted on the side of the mountain road, smoke rising from its shattered hood. Broken glass glittered across the wet asphalt like scattered diamonds.
Inside the wreckage, blood dripped slowly.
Aron Turner struggled to breathe.
For thirty-six years, Aron had lived a life most people could only imagine.
He was rich.
He was powerful.
He was feared.
In the bright world, he was the legendary CEO of Turner Global, a man who could stabilise collapsing economies with a single decision. Governments consulted him. Billionaires feared him.
But in the shadows…
Aron Turner was something else entirely.
The underworld called him The King Without Mercy.
He controlled black markets, intelligence networks, and underground armies across continents. If Aron wanted someone to disappear, they vanished before sunrise.
He had mastered everything.
Combat.
Hacking.
Finance.
Law.
Engineering.
Weapons.
Music.
Languages.
Anything a human could learn, Aron had already mastered.
But none of it mattered right now.
Because the only person he truly cared about was lying beside him… barely breathing.
"Elena…!"
His voice trembled.
Elena Hart.
His wife.
The only person in the world who knew the real Aron.
Silver-blonde hair spread across the broken seat like moonlight. Blood stained her white dress.
Her ocean-blue eyes slowly opened.
Even now, she smiled.
"Aron… you're alive…"
Her voice was weak.
Aron clenched his teeth. His hands trembled as he tried to lift the crushed metal pinning her.
"I'll get you out," he said hoarsely. "Just hold on."
For the first time in decades, the ruthless king felt fear.
Real fear.
He tore at the metal with bleeding hands.
But the car wouldn't move.
The engine suddenly sparked.
Fire began spreading.
Elena's hand gently touched his face.
"Stop…" she whispered.
"No."
"Aron… listen to me."
Her fingers were cold.
"Don't… die with me."
Aron shook his head violently.
"You're not dying."
For a moment, she simply looked at him.
The man the world feared.
The man who ruled the darkness.
To her, he was only her husband.
A soft smile appeared on her lips.
"You know… when I married you… I knew you were dangerous."
Aron's eyes turned red.
"But you were also… lonely."
Her breathing grew weaker.
"I'm glad… I stayed with you."
"Don't talk," Aron said desperately.
"Aron…"
Her fingers tightened weakly around his hand.
"Live."
Then her hand slipped.
Just like that.
The warmth vanished.
"Elena?"
Silence.
"Elena…?"
The rain fell harder.
Aron stared at her unmoving body.
For a moment, the world felt unreal.
Then something inside him shattered.
"ELENA!!!"
His scream echoed through the mountains.
The engine exploded.
Fire swallowed the car.
And Aron Turner's world ended in flames.
Darkness.
Endless darkness.
Then suddenly—
Pain exploded inside his skull.
Aron's eyes snapped open.
"What—?!"
Bright light blinded him.
A young woman and a man stood beside the bed, looking down at him with worry.
"Bruce?" the woman said softly.
Aron froze.
Bruce?
His body felt… strange.
Small.
Weak.
He slowly raised his hand.
A child's hand.
Ten years old.
"What…?"
His heart began pounding.
Then suddenly—
A violent headache exploded in his brain.
Memories flooded his mind like a storm.
An orphanage.
Bullies.
A crippled leg.
Pain.
A powerful, rich couple is adopting him.
A huge mansion.
Five older sisters are protecting him like a treasure.
Victoria.
Isabella.
Scarlett.
Sophia.
Luna.
Memories stopped.
Aron gasped for breath.
Two lives now existed in his mind.
The ruthless king of the underworld.
And a crippled ten-year-old boy named Bruce.
Then suddenly—
A strange space appeared in his mind.
Endless.
Inside it were mountains of weapons.
Food supplies.
Vehicles.
Machines.
Electronics.
Jewellery.
Further away…
Huge farmland.
Forests.
Crops.
And a glowing river filled with mysterious energy.
At the centre stood an ancient castle.
Aron's heart pounded.
This space could store anything.
Unlimited.
Living or non-living.
Resources.
Weapons.
Vehicles.
Even materials could be transformed into useful items.
It was like a hidden kingdom.
God had given him another chance.
Aron slowly looked at his crippled leg.
Then memories of Elena surfaced.
Her last words.
"Live."
His fists clenched.
In his previous life…
He failed to protect the person he loved most.
And Bruce…
In his memories…
He also watched his family die helplessly.
Two lifetimes.
Two tragedies.
But this time…
Things would be different.
Aron slowly raised his head.
His eyes were calm.
But deep inside, a terrifying determination.
If God truly gave him another life…
Then this time—
He would become strong enough to protect everyone.
His parents.
His five sisters.
Anyone who dared harm them…
Would learn what true fear meant.
Aron Turner was dead.
But something far more dangerous…
Had just been reborn.
Bruce slowly smiled.
"From now on…"
"No one will touch my family."