The room was quiet.
Not empty.
But calm.
Han Chandu stood by the window.
Looking outside.
Still.
Super → 96 / 100
Four points remained.
For the first time—
There was no urgency.
He turned.
Walked inside.
The house remained the same.
Simple.
Familiar.
His mother stood there.
Watching him.
Silent.
Then—
She spoke.
"…both of you, come here."
Han Chandu paused.
A moment later—
entered.
"…what is it?" Han Sen asked.
Their mother didn't answer immediately.
She reached into a drawer.
Took something out.
Two items.
Small.
Dark.
Ancient.
She placed them on the table.
Pendants.
Han Chandu's eyes narrowed slightly.
Because he recognized them.
Instantly.
Nine-Life Cat Pendants.
Two.
Silence.
Han Sen frowned.
"…what are these?"
Their mother looked at them.
Calm.
"…family heirloom."
She pushed one forward.
Toward Han Sen.
Then—
Another.
Toward Han Chandu.
"…keep them."
Han Sen picked his up.
Confused.
But curious.
Han Chandu didn't move.
Because his mind—
Stopped.
In his memory—
There was only one.
Only one pendant.
Only one inheritance.
But now—
There were two.
Something—
Was wrong.
He slowly picked it up.
The moment his fingers touched it—
A chill ran down his spine.
Cold.
Sharp.
Real.
Not from the object.
From the realization.
Han Chandu's eyes lowered slightly.
Because now—
The conclusion formed.
This was not coincidence.
This was design.
A name surfaced.
Han Jinzhi.
His great grandfather.
The one who arranged everything.
The one who controlled everything.
If there were two pendants—
Then—
Something had changed.
Or worse—
Something had always been planned.
Han Chandu's grip tightened slightly.
Because now—
Another thought appeared.
He was not supposed to be here.
Transmigration.
A variable.
Something outside the original flow.
Then—
How?
How did Han Jinzhi—
Prepare for this?
Did he know?
Or—
Did he calculate it?
The thought settled.
Heavy.
Uncomfortable.
A cold feeling spread.
Across his body.
Not fear.
But awareness.
Because now—
The situation had changed.
Not just power.
Not just future.
But origin.
Han Sen looked at him.
"…what's wrong?"
Han Chandu didn't answer immediately.
Then—
"…nothing."
Calm.
Controlled.
But inside—
Nothing was calm.
Their mother watched them.
Quiet.
As if she already knew—
They would accept.
Without question.
Han Sen shrugged.
"…fine, I'll take it."
He put it on.
Han Chandu followed.
Slowly.
The pendant rested against his chest.
Cold.
Heavy.
Not physically.
But in meaning.
Because now—
The future he knew—
Was no longer stable.
And someone—
Had already moved ahead of him.
Han Chandu turned.
Walking toward the door.
Han Sen called out.
"…you're acting weird."
A pause.
Then—
"…just don't die."
Han Sen blinked.
"…what?"
But Han Chandu didn't respond.
He left.
Outside—
The air felt the same.
But it wasn't.
Because now—
Something deeper had changed.
Not in the world.
But in the rules behind it.