The ceiling above Bruce looked unfamiliar.
White.
Too clean.
Too peaceful.
For a moment, he simply lay still, staring upward while two entirely different lifetimes clashed inside his mind.
One belonged to Aron Turner, the ruthless king who ruled both the business world and the underworld.
The other belonged to Bruce, a fragile boy who had spent most of his life being beaten inside a dirty orphanage.
Two lives.
Two completely different worlds.
Yet now they existed inside the same body.
Bruce slowly raised his small hand and clenched it.
The hand was weak. The fingers were thin.
This body clearly lacked the strength Aron once possessed.
But the mind inside it was still that of a 36-year-old monster who had conquered the world.
Bruce exhaled slowly.
"So this is my second life…"
The door suddenly opened.
The young couple who had been standing beside him earlier walked back into the room.
The man looked to be in his early forties. He had sharp features, calm eyes, and the quiet presence of someone used to making powerful decisions.
The woman beside him had a gentle face filled with warmth.
When they saw Bruce awake, relief immediately appeared on their faces.
"Bruce!" the woman exclaimed softly.
She quickly walked to the bedside and gently placed her hands on his shoulders.
"You fainted earlier. Are you feeling better now?"
Bruce looked at her carefully.
Memories surfaced again.
This woman…
Evelyn Carter.
His adoptive mother.
The man standing beside her was Richard Carter, one of the most powerful businessmen in the country.
The Carter family controlled corporations in technology, medicine, energy, and global trade. Their wealth stretched across continents.
Yet despite their status, they were known for something unusual.
They had adopted six children from orphanages.
Bruce was the youngest.
Richard stepped closer and studied Bruce carefully.
"Does your head still hurt?" he asked calmly.
Bruce shook his head slowly.
"No… I'm okay."
His voice sounded small and childish.
But the tone carried a strange calmness.
Evelyn smiled with visible relief.
"That's good. The doctor said the injuries you suffered at the orphanage may still cause stress."
At the mention of the orphanage, Bruce's eyes darkened slightly.
The memories were vivid.
Cold nights.
Stolen food.
Cruel laughter echoes in narrow halls.
And the bullies had beaten him so badly that one of his legs was permanently injured.
Bruce glanced down.
A medical brace wrapped around his right leg.
Without support, the leg could barely hold his weight.
In his previous life, Aron Turner had mastered countless martial arts.
But now…
His body could barely walk.
Bruce's lips curved faintly.
Interesting.
Richard noticed the expression.
"You're thinking again," he said.
Bruce blinked.
"Thinking?"
Richard crossed his arms.
"You always make that face when you're planning something."
Bruce paused.
So the original Bruce had this habit as well.
That would make things easier.
Evelyn gently brushed Bruce's hair aside.
"You don't have to worry about anything anymore," she said softly.
"You're home now."
For a brief moment, something unfamiliar stirred in Bruce's chest.
Warmth.
Aron Turner had ruled empires.
But he had never known something as simple as parents who cared.
Bruce lowered his gaze slightly.
"…Thank you."
Richard cleared his throat.
"Well, your sisters have been waiting outside for almost an hour."
Bruce froze.
Sisters.
The memories immediately resurfaced.
Five older sisters.
Each one is extraordinary.
Each one terrifying in her own way.
Richard turned toward the door.
"You can come in."
The door slowly opened.
Five figures walked into the room.
The atmosphere changed instantly.
Even with Aron's calm mind, Bruce could sense something unusual about them.
They were young women now.
But their presence carried a dangerous confidence.
The first sister stepped forward.
Victoria Carter.
Five years older than Bruce.
She had long black hair tied neatly behind her back and sharp eyes filled with authority.
Even at a young age, she was already managing several Carter companies.
But deep within Bruce's memories…
Victoria commanded a private mercenary army in the shadows.
Her gaze softened slightly when she saw him awake.
"You're finally conscious."
Behind her stood the second sister.
Isabella Carter.
Four years older.
Golden hair fell elegantly over her shoulders, and her beauty was almost unreal.
Publicly, she owned a rising global fashion empire.
Secretly…
She led a powerful assassin guild.
She crossed her arms.
"You scared Mom."
The third sister stepped closer.
Scarlett Carter.
Three years older.
Her red hair framed a calm and confident face.
Publicly, she was a rising military strategist.
Secretly, she was feared as the War Goddess.
She looked Bruce up and down.
"You should rest more."
Next came the fourth sister.
Sophia Carter.
Two years older.
She wore glasses and had a gentle smile.
To the public, she was a brilliant young medical prodigy.
But in secret…
She was a terrifying martial and medical master, capable of both saving and ending lives.
Finally, the youngest sister stepped forward.
Luna Carter.
Only one year older than Bruce.
She had silver hair and mischievous eyes.
Publicly, she was a tech prodigy building a billion-dollar startup.
But in the underworld…
She was known as the Devil Punisher.
The feared Underworld Queen.
Despite their terrifying hidden identities…
All five sisters were looking at Bruce with the same expression.
Concern.
Victoria walked to the bed and gently placed a hand on Bruce's head.
"Those bullies from the orphanage…"
Her voice turned cold.
"They won't hurt you ever again."
Bruce's eyes flickered.
So the Carter family had already handled the situation.
Efficient.
Luna suddenly leaned closer to him.
"Little brother," she said with a grin.
"You fainted when you saw us earlier."
Bruce blinked.
"I did?"
She laughed.
"Relax. You'll get used to us."
Bruce studied them quietly.
These women were powerful.
Extremely powerful.
Yet none of them seemed aware of each other's secret identities.
Interesting.
Very interesting.
Then Bruce felt something stir inside his mind again.
The space system.
That massive hidden dimension.
Inside it were endless supplies.
Weapons.
Vehicles.
Technology.
Food.
Farmland.
And that mysterious glowing river.
It was real.
And with Aron's knowledge…
Bruce could use it to reshape the world.
He slowly smiled.
This world had no idea what kind of monster had just been reborn.
Bruce looked at his new family.
His parents.
His five sisters.
Then he spoke quietly.
"I'll become strong."
The room fell silent.
Scarlett raised an eyebrow.
"Strong?"
Bruce nodded.
"So I can protect all of you."
For a moment, the five sisters simply stared at him.
Then Luna burst into laughter.
Victoria sighed slightly.
"You're ten years old."
Sophia smiled gently.
"You don't need to protect us."
Bruce simply looked at them calmly.
They didn't understand.
But one day…
They would.
Because the crippled boy they had adopted was no longer the helpless orphan from before.
He was Aron Turner.
The man who once ruled the world.
And in this new life…
He would build something even greater.