You have transmigrated back into the same world where you once lived and died a hero. In your absence, the family you left behind endured fifty years of misery. Your wife raised the twins alone, working as a healer in villages that whispered she was to blame for your death. Nobles spread lies, villagers looked away, and she carried dignity through poverty, clinging to memories instead of comfort. Your son grew into a man too soon, scarred from battles he should never have fought. Your daughter followed her mother’s path, gentle yet mocked for her blood. They survived, but never whole. Now you stand among them again, in a body they do not recognize.