The Dead Useless Fisherman Returns as the Untouchable

Chapter 3: Six months later

Six months had passed since that stormy night of blood and freezing river water.

​Outside the grand gates of the Moore family estate, heavy iron creaked open as a tall figure stepped onto the paved driveway. The man walked with steady, measured footsteps. He wore a crisp, tailored black coat that hung sharply over broad shoulders. His dark hair was cut short and neatly styled, and his jawline was thinner and sharper after endless months of painful recovery and intense medical rehabilitation. The bent posture, the sunburnt peeling skin, and the worn-out, desperate appearance of the lowly fisherman who once smelled of crab traps were completely gone.

​At the ornate double front doors, a private security guard turned around with a bored yawn. The guard took one look at the approaching man's face, gasped violently, and stumbled backward until his back hit the stone pillar. His eyes bulged wide, color draining from his cheeks.

​“Y-You... It can’t be!” the guard stammered, shaking violently as if an ancient corpse had clawed its way out of the graveyard soil. “You’re dead! You died half a year ago!”

​The intruder didn't even glance at him, walking straight past the trembling man and pushing the heavy mahogany doors open.

​Inside the grand dining hall, crystal chandeliers sparkled over a banquet table overflowing with vintage champagne and roasted meats. Victoria was dressed in a stunning emerald gown, sitting close beside Marcus, who looked smug in a bespoke tuxedo. Around them sat Victoria’s mother Martha, her father Robert, her siblings Chloe and Julian, as well as Marcus’s wealthy parents, Mr. and Mrs. Vance. Glasses were raised high, clinking in joyous celebration of Victoria and Marcus’s upcoming lavish engagement.

​“To our two powerful families uniting as one!” Robert Moore declared proudly, beaming with pride.

​Then, the heavy dining hall doors swung wide open with a sharp, resounding thud.

​The lively laughter died instantly. Every single head turned toward the entrance.

​Andrew stood under the brilliant glow of the chandelier, his cold gaze scanning the room.

​Victoria’s crystal glass slipped from her fingers, shattering against the marble floor with a deafening crash, splashing red wine across her dress. She leaped to her feet, clutching the edge of the mahogany table so tightly her knuckles turned white. Her face went as pale as a bedsheet, her knees shaking so badly she nearly collapsed back into her chair.

​Beside her, Marcus froze completely, his smirk freezing into pure terror. His breath hitched in his throat. He had personally watched his henchmen throw Andrew’s broken, mangled body into the depths of the icy river six months ago. How was a dead man breathing before his eyes?

​Marcus’s father slammed his hand onto the table, irritated by the interruption. “Who the devil is this beggar? How dare a random stranger barge into our private family banquet!”

​Andrew walked forward slowly, his polished leather shoes echoing against the tile. He stopped at the edge of the long table, looking across the faces that had once ruled his life.

​“You all look quite comfortable,” Andrew said, his voice deep, smooth, and chillingly calm. “I suppose none of you expected to see me standing here. You were all so completely certain that I was rotting at the bottom of the river, weren't you?”

​For one brief, stinging heartbeat, an overwhelming wave of painful memories surged in Andrew’s chest. He remembered fifteen years of agony. He remembered waking at four in the morning to brave freezing ocean gales, hauling heavy ropes until his hands bled, bringing home every dollar only to be yelled at for smelling like dead fish. He remembered scrubbing the floors on his knees, taking insults from Martha, serving Chloe and Julian like an unpaid servant, all because he believed he was protecting his home.

​He swallowed hard, burying those bitter memories deep into the grave where they belonged. The emotion vanished from his eyes, replaced by pure, impenetrable ice.

​Victoria swallowed the lump in her throat and desperately forced her voice to sound fierce. “Guards! Where are the guards? Get this insane impostor out of my sight!” she screamed, pointing a trembling finger. “My husband died six months ago in a tragic accident! You are a fraud! Get out before I have you thrown into prison!”

​Andrew did not flinch, nor did he back down an inch. “Impostor? Don't insult yourself, Victoria. Things simply didn't go as you carefully plotted. You were certain you had erased me forever, but unfortunately for you, I survived. And now, I have returned because there are many accounts between us that need to be settled.”

​Victoria’s chest heaved with anxious fury, but before she could shout again, Andrew reached inside his coat pocket.

​“Speaking of settling matters,” Andrew continued, pulling out a sealed brown envelope and slapping it onto the tablecloth right between Victoria and Marcus. “Let us talk about Lily and Rose. The twins you so generously allowed me to raise.”

​The girls were not present in the room; following the crash, they had been sent away to an elite boarding school for their scholarship program, which had publicly been funded and sponsored under Marcus’s prestigious name.

​Andrew stared straight into Victoria’s panic-stricken eyes. “I know they are not my biological daughters. I have undeniable proof.”

​He flipped the top page open. It was an official, certified DNA paternity report bearing forensic hospital seals—evidence he had quietly gathered during his long months away.

​Victoria’s eyes darted wildly, and she violently swiped the papers off the table onto the floor. “Lies! Total fabrications! You forged these ridiculous papers just to slander me because you’re a bitter failure!”

​Martha jumped out of her chair, screeching in fury. “You shameless dock rat! How dare you come into our house and throw filth on my daughter’s virtue! You were always a disgusting parasite, and now you’re trying to ruin her marriage to a real gentleman!”

​Julian sneered, puffing out his chest. “You think you can humiliate the Moore name with fake paper? Get out before I break your jaw like the dock dogs do!”

​Chloe laughed cruelly, folding her arms. “You’re just jealous that Marcus actually gave the twins a real future while you could only bring home fish heads!”

​Beside them, Marcus picked up one of the scattered pages from the floor, his brow furrowing deeply in visible confusion. He stared at the test markers, utterly thrown by the claim about the children's parentage. “What kind of sick trick is this?” Marcus muttered, shaking his head and tossing the sheet away, refusing to let himself believe it. “You’re out of your mind.”

​Andrew stood like an unshakeable mountain, completely unmoved by the venom spewed around him. He took a slow breath and adjusted his coat cuffs.

​“Shout all you want. The truth does not bend to your noise,” Andrew said coldly, his piercing gaze locking onto Victoria. “I am here for two things. First, I demand an immediate divorce.”

​The room went quiet for a fraction of a second, before Andrew delivered his second blow.

​“Second, I demand full, massive financial compensation. An enormous settlement for every single cent, every drop of sweat, and every single sacrifice I poured into carrying this family and your business for fifteen wasted years.”

​The dining hall completely erupted into chaotic fury.

​Robert Moore stood up, red-faced and sputtering with outrage. “Outrageous! You greedy, ungrateful wretch! You dare demand our family’s wealth after barging in here like a criminal?”

​Marcus’s parents glared across the table, deeply offended by the vulgar scene. “Marcus! Victoria! What is the meaning of this circus?” Mr. Vance demanded harshly. “Who is this maniac, and why is he making demands during our family alliance?”

​Marcus stepped forward aggressively, his jaw clenched, glaring daggers into Andrew. “Calm down, Father. This lowlife doesn't know who he's messing with. Don't worry, I will handle him myself, just like I should have finished it six months ago.”

​Yet Andrew didn't take a single step back. He met Marcus’s murderous glare with eyes colder than a winter storm. The spineless, broken fisherman who used to bow his head to avoid conflict was gone forever. Now, it was their turn to pay……