Free Web NovelChapter 15: The Reborn Fate [Part-2]
The Reborn Fate [Part-2]
Damien Salvatore stared silently at the group of children playing in the courtyard, the laughter echoing beneath the shade of ancient trees. Warm sunlight filtered through the rustling leaves, scattering patches of gold across the stone pathways of the Salvatore Family estate.
Everything before him felt impossibly real.
Too real.
"...According to the original course of history, the Salvatore Family should have been destroyed yesterday..."
His quiet murmur vanished into the breeze.
His black eyes, far too mature for a thirteen-year-old boy, reflected emotions no child should possess.
He remembered everything.
Every scream.
Every drop of blood.
Every face.
In his previous life, the Blackwood Family had come to seize the Salvatore Family’s pill formula. When negotiations failed, they abandoned all pretense and launched a merciless massacre.
That day...
The Salvatore Family became a sea of blood.
He had survived only because he had secretly slipped outside the estate to play. When he returned, all he saw was smoke rising into the heavens while crimson rivers flowed through the streets. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓
He still remembered hiding behind a broken stone wall.
He still remembered biting his own arm until blood flowed, forcing himself not to cry out as enemy cultivators searched for survivors.
He still remembered watching familiar faces...
One after another...
Fall forever.
Even now, years later, the memory tightened around his heart like invisible chains.
From the moment he could remember, the Salvatore Family had already been declining.
Resources were scarce.
The clan was constantly pressured by the surrounding families.
Every month, another business disappeared.
Every season, another ally abandoned them.
As for the legendary Patriarch who had once ruled Aurelia City...
Victor Salvatore was little more than a myth to Damien.
He had grown up hearing stories told by the elders.
A man dressed in black robes embroidered with golden dragons.
A man with shoulder-length black hair and divine golden eyes capable of making countless hearts tremble with a single glance.
A man who never bowed to heaven or earth.
A man who believed no treasure beneath the heavens was more valuable than a single member of the Salvatore Family.
To Damien, that legend had always felt impossibly distant.
Until today.
The legend had returned.
Not only had Victor survived...
He had returned stronger than ever.
Within a single day, the declining Salvatore Family had reclaimed its dignity.
The Blackwood Family had been erased from existence.
The families that had once mocked them now rushed to apologize.
Everything...
Everything had changed.
Damien lowered his head and looked at his small hands.
"I wanted to save everyone..."
His fingers slowly clenched into fists.
"When I opened my eyes after being reborn, I thought I had been given another chance."
"I thought I would have to stop history with my own hands."
"But..."
A faint smile appeared on his face.
"...Big Uncle changed history before I even had the chance."
For the first time since his rebirth, the crushing weight upon his heart eased. ƒreewebɳovel.com
He no longer had to shoulder the future alone.
Victor was alive.
The Salvatore Family still stood proudly.
That alone was enough.
His thoughts drifted further into the future.
After the destruction of the Salvatore Family in his previous life, hatred had become the only thing keeping him alive.
He cultivated like a madman.
Every scar became fuel.
Every defeat hardened his resolve.
Within five short years, he hunted down every member of the Blackwood Family.
Not one escaped.
But revenge had never filled the emptiness inside him.
So he continued walking.
He followed every clue.
Every hidden mastermind.
Every shadow behind the massacre.
One by one, they all fell beneath his sword.
Only after every enemy had died did he realize something.
He had nothing left.
No home.
No family.
No place to return to.
So he wandered.
Across kingdoms.
Across ancient ruins.
Across forbidden lands where even Grand Saint Realm experts feared to tread.
Then...
He met her.
A gentle breeze brushed across his face as another memory surfaced.
"Qingwu..."
His voice carried an indescribable tenderness.
Unlike the blood-soaked memories surrounding the Salvatore Family’s destruction, this one was warm.
She had taught him how to smile again.
She had reminded him that vengeance alone could never become the purpose of life.
She had walked beside him through countless dangers.
She had believed in him when the entire world regarded him as nothing more than a butcher.
The corners of Damien’s lips curved upward.
"This time..."
"I won’t let fate separate us."
"And I won’t let the Salvatore Family disappear."
His gaze slowly rose toward the tallest building within the ancestral grounds.
Victor’s residence.
Even from this distance, Damien could feel an overwhelming pressure hidden within those walls.
Not oppressive.
Not violent.
It resembled the silent majesty of heaven itself.
His rebirth had changed many things.
Yet no change was greater than Victor’s survival.
Deep inside, Damien couldn’t help wondering.
"What exactly happened during Big Uncle’s seclusion?"
"What changed?"
"Why is history so different now?"
No answer came.
Only the distant sound of children laughing as they chased one another through the courtyard.
Damien quietly watched them.
In his previous life...
None of those children had survived.
Now they laughed beneath the afternoon sun, unaware of just how precious this ordinary day truly was.
He hoped...
They would never have to learn.
Far away, inside a quiet cultivation chamber, Victor slowly opened his golden eyes.
The room remained silent.
Yet the spiritual energy surrounding him churned like an endless sea.
Within less than half a day, his cultivation had advanced once more.
He had stepped into the Sixth Layer of the Astral Manifestation Realm.
A steady breath escaped his lips.
The air itself seemed to tremble.
