The world was silent.
Not the silence of peace—but the kind heavy with tension.
Like the breath the earth holds just before a storm.
Wind hissed through the broken windows of an abandoned school, somewhere in the hills of central Italy.
The light poured in, warm and golden, but to him… it meant nothing.
Alex jolted upright, gasping for air.
His skin was damp with sweat, his hands trembling, and a dull ache throbbed behind his eyes.
"Where… am I?"
He looked around. Peeling walls. Toppled chairs. A cracked old clock on the wall—
The hands read 8:43.
And then it hit him. Not a physical blow—
Memories.
The battle against the Cult of Rāvaṇa.
The Spirit Bone of the million-year-old beast.
The betrayal.
His death.
Then… darkness.
But now, he was awake. Alive.
And more than that—he felt something.
The world's spiritual energy… was weaker.
Like everything had just begun.
Alex approached the dusty window. Outside, the sky was clear. No Spirit Beasts. No divine fragments falling from the heavens.
Just a few kids laughing, riding bikes along a dirt road.
His chest tightened.
"This is the past."
"I've returned. Before it all began."
"Two days before the fall of the First Foreign Body…"
He shut his eyes.
He had two days before the world would change forever.
Two days to prepare.
Two days to stop the nightmare from repeating.
And this time…
"I won't lose the fragment."
"I won't lose anyone."
"And I won't die like a dog under a false god's blade."
Inside him… something stirred.
His first Martial Soul — dark, dormant, but alive.
And the other… not awakened yet.
But he could feel it. The power of Time, like a distant whisper, waiting to be heard.
Alex smiled.
Cold. Calculated.
He was no boy anymore.
He was a Super Douluo reborn…
And the world had no idea what was coming.