King Of All Heavens

The lingering scent of antiseptic and stale hospital air still clung to Wang Tian's memory, a sharp contrast to the earthy smell of fresh soil and the distant clang of a hammer on metal. His lungs, once ravaged by an unforgiving disease, now drew full, effortless breaths in a body that felt… new. And undeniably, surprisingly, chubby. He was no longer the dying college student, but a small child, laid out on a soft bed in a room that felt both unfamiliar and oddly comforting.
Through the window, sunlight streamed, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. This wasn't his old apartment. This wasn't even his old world. The memory of the empty void and the shadowy figure, 'Death,' offering a second chance, flickered in his mind.
A booming, tearful voice shattered his contemplation. "Noo!!! My son! My beloved son! Why does fate have to be so cruel?!" A burly man with kind eyes, his new father, Wang Gui, was sobbing over him, clutching him tightly.
Wang Tian, still processing the surreal turn of events, remained silent. He was alive. This was real. And a new, unprecedented chapter of his existence had just begun.
