In the real world, I died trying to save my little sister. Heroic? Dumb? Probably both. I'm Logan, 18, the only boy among eight sisters, a guy who spends most of his time playing games or blasting music. Life was chaotic… and then it exploded. Literally.
Our house blew up. Every single family member—gone. And me? I died too.
When I opened my eyes, I wasn't in the wreckage. I wasn't dead. I was somewhere… else. A world filled with magic, cultivation, and floating mountains. And apparently, my name here isn't Logan. It's Han Qingyu.
The strangest part? My family is here too. Same faces, same personalities—but different names, different memories. Parallel world? Rebirth? I don't know. I just know… I'm alive.
And then I saw him. Li Tianlong.
Tall, elegant, and… untouchable. His gaze was sharp, cold, like he could see through every lie, every thought. When he looked at me, it was as if I didn't exist—or worse, like I was something insignificant that annoyed him. He exuded power and danger, and I felt it in my chest, a flutter I didn't understand.
Why does someone like him exist in a world I'm supposed to start fresh in?
Despite my sisters being just as annoying as ever, I can't stop thinking about that cold gaze. There's something about him… something dangerous, magnetic, and impossibly out of reach.
I'm reborn. New name, new world… new life. And maybe, just maybe… this cold, untouchable cultivator is going to be a part of it.