As I walked through the dimly lit streets of Moscow, my mind drifted back to the surreal reality I now lived in.
Three lifetimes.
Three entire lives, and here I was again—only this time, in a completely different world. Transmigrated into a novel of all things.
And not just anyone.
I had become Samuel Gebb—the man whose life had been nothing but tragedy and humiliation, a character destined for suffering. A husband betrayed and discarded by his wife, Abigail Bardot, ridiculed and left to rot while she paraded around with her lovers.
But that wasn't going to happen.
Because unlike the original Samuel, I knew what was coming.
And the best part? I had arrived at the very beginning of the novel.
I clenched my fists, exhaling.
"At least I saved Samuel's life before it was too late… and his sisters, Kayla and Lana. And George too."
That bastard had been Samuel's only true friend in the original story—one of the few who hadn't betrayed him. I had made sure he lived, made sure the people who actually mattered were safe.
The full story of the novel?
I sighed.
"I don't remember everything, but honestly… it doesn't matter. I've already changed too much."
The moment I merged with the original Samuel Gebb, everything shifted.
My power skyrocketed. My body evolved beyond limits.
And my mind? It was no longer just mine. It was ours.
There were only fragments left of the old Samuel's suffering—the torture, the betrayal, the endless humiliation. Moments where he had been beaten, laughed at, abandoned like a dog.
And yet…
"I'm glad Volkov helped me forge a new identity. Faking my death was the best decision I ever made."
I scoffed under my breath.
"Seriously, who the hell would want to stick around and see that bitch again?"
Abigail Bardot and her twisted empire could rot for all I cared.
From the Imperial to Moscow, I had finally found peace.
The peace Samuel had always wanted.
But peace wasn't enough.
Not anymore.
I rolled my shoulders, a smirk tugging at my lips as the cold air swirled around me.
"Now, it's time to level up."
Because the world wasn't ready for what Samuel Gebb had become.
I exhaled, watching my breath fog in the cold Moscow air.
"Three years."
That was all the time Henry and I had before the New World opened. Before the real battle began.
My fingers twitched with anticipation.
"How much can I level up in three years?"
The thought sent a thrill down my spine.
With my current abilities? I was already beyond what the original Samuel Gebb had ever been capable of. Merging with his soul had erased all limitations, pushing me past human constraints.
But it wasn't enough.
I needed more.
Dungeons. Boss raids. Ancient trials. Forbidden lands.
There were countless ways to grow stronger—and I intended to use every single one of them.
I cracked my knuckles, already making calculations in my mind.
If I focused on high-level dungeon hunts, I could push my level past 150 within a year.
If I fought divine-tier monsters, my stats would skyrocket even further.
And if I absorbed powerful relics or energy sources? I might even reach the realm of gods.
I smirked.
"Three years, huh? That's more than enough time to become unstoppable."
Because when the New World arrived—
I wouldn't just be strong.
I'd be the one rewriting fate itself.
As I was lost in my thoughts, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out and glanced at the screen.
Breaking News:
"Joshua's New Film Hits Big… and He Proposes to Abigail Bardot!!"
I let out a low chuckle, shaking my head.
"Just as expected."
Joshua—the oh-so-talented actor and Abigail's favorite boy toy—had finally made his move.
"That bastard never loved her. He's only after her money."
I smirked, pocketing my phone.
If Abigail thought she had found her perfect match, she was in for one hell of a surprise. Joshua was nothing more than an opportunist, a leech who knew exactly when to strike.
And honestly?
I couldn't care less.
Whether Bardot Industries collapsed or burned to the ground, it had nothing to do with me.
Abigail Bardot's empire could crumble piece by piece for all I cared.
I had bigger things to focus on.
Three years.
Three years to level up. Three years to surpass every limit. Three years before I left for the New World and never looked back.
Let Abigail drown in her own choices.
I had a destiny to claim.