When Carl regained consciousness, he found himself in a hospital room.The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the air, the steady beeping of machines echoing faintly in the background. Everything felt too bright… too real.And yet, part of him still wondered if this was just another illusion.Beside him sat Sophia, her face pale with worry, her eyes rimmed with exhaustion as if she hadn’t slept at all.“Carl!” she exclaimed the moment his eyes opened. She leaned closer, her voice trembling. “How are you? Are you in pain? What happened to you back there?”Carl frowned, disoriented, his gaze sweeping across the unfamiliar room.“Where am I?” he asked hoarsely.“You’re in the hospital,” Sophia answered quickly.“How did I get here?” His voice sharpened. “Where is he?”Sophia blinked, confusion flashing across her face.“Who?” she asked. “They found you unconscious in a room. We brought you here right away—you had bruises all over your body.” She hesitated, searching his face. “Carl… what

A wide smile spread across Carl’s face as he stared at the finished product in his hands.Three pills.Just three.And yet, they carried a power no ordinary medicine could ever hope to match.These tiny creations could cure the rarest, most incurable diseases in the world.They could defy limits.They could rewrite fate.They could even… bring the dead back to life.At least—that was the theory.Carl exhaled slowly, steadying himself.“You did it, Master!” Denver blurted out, his voice filled with awe.Carl said nothing. Carefully, almost reverently, he placed the pills into a small box and closed it.“Clean up,” he ordered.“Yes, Master!” Denver chirped, already rushing to tidy everything.Carl didn’t waste another second.He left the basement and headed straight back into the house, his steps quick but controlled. Every second mattered now.When he entered Master Aiden’s room, the air felt heavier than before.Aiden was still asleep.But this time… something was different.His face