"It's been a long time since I came to this city." In the pouring rain, a young man stood in front of a grave, holding an umbrella.

He was wearing a white shirt, black waistcoat, suit pants and leather shoes. If he had a kitchen apron on, everyone would mistake him for a waiter. But if you got close enough, you wouldn't think that.

The young man roughly combed back his hair and had an expression that was cold and indifferent. He took out a packet of cigarettes from his waistcoat pocket, shook one out and put it in his mouth.

"I heard you were flattened by a truck." He smiled and looked at the gravestone before lighting the cigarette with a lighter. He took a deep breath and blew out a smoke ring.

"Didn't I tell you not to play hero?" He squatted in front of the grave, and if it wasn't raining, he would have sat right next to it. After all, having a wet buttock wasn't a good look.

Hmm? What was wrong?

As he thought this, he sat on the armrest next to the grave.

"I've seen others, they all have a core like me and call themselves NeoRangers, it scared me." He put a hand on the gravestone.

"I was worried that they would have dug you up and turned you into one of them."

A smile rarely appeared on his face.

"It's great that you're still here."

This young man was the senior of a boy who died an accidental and betrayed death and now had a third life.

Hmm?

The young man noticed an unnatural sound in the rain, footsteps. For people like him, who had been reconstructed and resurrected, he could discern footsteps even in the rain. He looked towards where the footsteps came from, and a girl wearing an umbrellar was walking towards him, clearly looking in his direction. Ordinary people at this distance shouldn't have been able to see the other person's face clearly, but the young man could.

She had somewhat familiar features, wasn't very tall, and was probably a high school girl. She had sharp eyes, handsome eyebrows, but had a feminine cute nose and cherry lips. Her long black hair was tied symmetrically on both sides with two red narrow satin ribbons.

This face...

The young man immediately knew the answer and looked back at the gravestone. It was the younger sister of that boy.

This sparked a conflict in the young man's heart. Shouldn't he catch up on old times since it had been a long time since he had met his former student's sister? Should he introduce himself? Pretend to be someone else? He may have met her when she was still in middle school...

Introducing himself would be impossible, he wouldn't be able to say, "Your dead brother died and was resurrected as a masked rider type reconstructed human, but died again but he actually didn't die, instead became a senior!" Let alone her brother had been dead for three years.

Though he said "I certainly wouldn't want you to become like me", he couldn't help voicing it out.

He should pretend he didn't know...

The young man made up his mind.

He decided to act like a person who just wanted to smoke and found a spot to do it, "Oops, sorry for disturbing your grave". Yes, that was the way to go.

He determined the distance between the two of them, around ten steps away. The young man ostentatiously cleared his throat twice and threw away the cigarette butt, even though there was no need to stamp it out as it was raining. He lowered his umbrella, covering the top half of his face and standing up, planning to pass by the sister.

But when they were only three steps away from each other, the sister stopped and looked at him strangely.

Oh no, was she going to complain to me?

The young man thought of this and quickly picked up his pace, intending to end this visit early.

"Senior?"

The voice from behind caught him off guard.

The young man stiffly turned his head to look at the younger sister of his former student, who wore a look of surprise."Are you indeed my brother's senior in school? Do you remember? I am [ ]'s sister, Ruri!"

Surely things didn't go so smoothly?

The young man thought to himself as he walked towards the other person with resignation.

"Long time no see, Ruri. I suppose you don't remember my name anymore, after all, it's been five years since we last met."

He flashed a nostalgic smile and introduced himself.

"I am Yuzilu, your brother's senior in school."

"Yuzilu?"

Ruri pointed her finger at her chin.

"My brother's senior is called that..."

Ah, no, accidentally revealed my current name.

The young man immediately became flustered.

Although the other person probably wouldn't remember his current name, since it was only obtained in his third life.

But revealing his original name wasn't an option either, as he was already a dead person with his household registration canceled.

"Of course, of course it's called that."

He awkwardly laughed a few times.

"I often go to visit your brother, and I've recommended him many adventure novels that he enjoys reading!"

"Well, knowing my brother's interests, you indeed must be his senior in school."

Ruri accepted the evidence presented by the young man, nodding in agreement.

"So today, you came to visit my brother?"

"Well, you could say that."

Huh? Why does she speak as if that brat hasn't died yet?

The young man began to worry about the sanity of this sister.

"I'm currently living on the coast, and it's rare for me to come back, so I came to visit."

"Is that so?"

Ruri lowered her head and gave a bow.

"Thank you for your trouble."

"It's nothing, I wanted to come as well."

"Since it's rare for you to come back."

Ruri clapped her hands as if she had thought of something good.

"Come inside the house and have a seat. I also want to have a good conversation about my brother's matters. Please wait a moment."

She immediately knelt in front of the tombstone, holding an umbrella between her neck and shoulder, and clasping her hands together.

It seemed as if she was speaking to her brother.

After a while, she stood up abruptly.

She grabbed the young man's hand, revealing a persuasive vibe.

Indeed, I can only make this trip, the young man thought as he was led by the hand.

They arrived in front of a house and were immediately led into the living room and seated.

"Where are your two elder sisters?"

The young man looked towards the younger sister who brought the hot tea.

"Jingjie is probably still at work."

Ruri tilted her head.

"Kunjie should still be sleeping."

Immediately putting down the cup, she ran to the room at the corner of the corridor.

When the knocking sound came from there, the young man looked around.

Not much difference from five years ago.

He thought to himself as he sipped the hot tea.

After a while, Ruri came back from the corridor, pulling another woman with her.

The woman was wearing a tank top and denim shorts, clearly dressed as sleepwear, and looked at the young man with sleepy eyes.

She showed a surprised expression for an instant but quickly rubbed her eyes to confirm the person in front of her.

"Didn't you tell me when there are guests? Look, I'm still in my sleepwear."

"Because you were still half-asleep, right? I asked you to change your clothes, but you said it's unnecessary."

"I'll change immediately!"

She said and ran back into the room.

But the young man felt very guilty in his heart. If he had to ask why, that seemingly lazy girl was his former classmate...

She used to be not like this at all.

Only hope that she doesn't remember me... The young man couldn't help but touch his cheek. He had changed quite a bit from the past, so it should be fine.

Fortunately, after coming back, Kun didn't realize that the young man was her former classmate.

Next was the classic nostalgic phase, taking out old photos, talking about past anecdotes, how he taught his younger brother to ride a motorcycle, discussing favorite adventure novels, and stories with girls.

Of course, the story of how he taught his younger brother to become a genius in battle should be skipped...

They definitely wouldn't want to hear that.From their conversation, it was revealed that Zui, the eldest of the three, had already graduated from college and was working, while Tong and Ruri were still college and high school students respectively.

"It makes me feel nostalgic," Tong said, as she swapped her hot tea for a beer, her eyes in a daze. "It's already been three years in a blink of an eye."

"But I still believe that my brother is not dead," Ruri said with a smile.

"That again?" Tong replied with a disgusted expression. "Haven't we talked about this so many times? It's just impossible!"

"Well, you can tell me," the young man said, nodding as if eager to hear more. "I have a strong sense of acceptance."

"Hmm..." Ruri tilted her head in thought before finally nodding decisively. "Senior, do you know that I had a kidney transplant from my brother?"

“I haven’t heard of it…” replied the young man.

"Three years ago, my kidneys failed. Then, after my brother died unexpectedly, I received a transplant from him," Ruri explained.

The youth nodded in acknowledgement, indicating for her to continue.

"At first, it was okay, but after a while..." Ruri reached out to touch her brother's photo in the album. "I started dreaming that my brother was having adventures in a different world."

"Oh? What kind of dreams?" the young man asked.

"It's strange. Dreams are usually broken and illogical, right?” Ruri paused before continuing. “But my dreams of my brother's adventures were very logical and had continuity."

"!" Despite the young man's surprised expression, Ruri continued telling her story. She dreamt of her brother becoming a versatile adventurer, fighting zombie samurai in underground dungeons beneath plains, encountering huge crows, giant wolves that could spew poison, and even mechanical puppets with a heavy touch of the other-worldly. She met many wonderful people, such as a wheat-colored-skinned fighter, a holy warrior in lightweight armor, and a very sexy big sister. A mighty and wild warrior, and a rather gloomy sniper. They drove in carriages through their adventurous tales.

The young man listened quietly while Tong drank her beer and looked on with a bitter expression. To Ruri, it was just a whimsy; to Tong, it was just her sister's nonsense. But it was different for the young man, who had once been active in the darkness, aware of the existence of the other side of the world.

"Maybe that little brat isn't dead..." he thought to himself. No, wait, he was dead. But had he found a way to live again through the means of time travel?

As the young man pondered this thought, Ruri had almost finished sharing her brother's adventures spanning three years. However, Tong's expression turned more and more stern, and she looked like she was about to lose her temper.

"I think I should be heading back now," the young man said, getting up from the couch and distracting Tong's attention.

"So soon?" Ruri asked.

"Don't you want to stay for dinner?" Tong added.

"Well, even though I'd love to," the young man smiled. "There's something I want to try, and I'm on a tight schedule."

The two sisters walked him to the door to bid him farewell. Just before he left, the young man turned around and said to them: “Maybe it wasn't just a dream.”

Ruri was surprised by his words, while Tong gave a bitter laugh. "Not...a dream?"

Ruri turned to her sister, who nodded affirmatively and said, "If this person says so, then it's probably true."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because the person you just talked to has been dead for five years," Tong answered. As she spoke, a fond expression appeared on her face, as if she could see him again, the same classmate she used to see at school and was later listed as one of the deceased following an unforeseen accident."If it is said by someone who has died and come back to life that it is possible, then it really is possible."