Chapter Seven
Author: Juliant
last update2025-08-16 20:50:41

When Bruce passed out, he found himself in an entirely different world.

At the same time, he felt like he was floating, weightless, surrounded by an endless horizon.

He couldn’t tell where he was or how he got there in the first place.

He looked around, but there was nothing, just the white emptiness stretching as far as his eyes could see.

Silence!

“Am I dead?” he muttered to himself, his voice echoing very loudly and distantly. He tried to move, but his body felt hefty like it wasn’t his.

Then, out of nowhere, he saw a figure in the distance. A man was walking slowly, his back turned to Bruce.

“Hey! Wait!” Bruce called out, waving. “Who are you?”

The man didn’t stop.

Bruce hurried toward him, his feet dragging as if the ground itself resisted his steps. As he got closer, his heart skipped a beat.

It was his dead father. “Papa!” he shouted, tears already filling his eyes. “Wait for me!”

His father stopped and turned around, his face calm but sad. “Bruce,” he called gently. “What are
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