MasukThe following Monday, Ethan arrived at the Harmony School of Music earlier than usual.
The campus buzzed with students carrying guitars, violins, and thick folders of sheet music. Conversations about auditions and upcoming competitions echoed through the hallways, but Ethan barely noticed.
His attention was fixed on one thing.
Changing his future.
Last time, he had lived only for music.
This time, he would learn something even more important.
People.
As he walked toward his classroom, familiar voices drifted from around the corner.
.Jason is incredible."
I heard one of his songs might be entered into the National Youth Music Competition.
"He'll definitely become famous one day."
Ethan stopped.
Those words sounded painfully familiar.
In his previous life, Jason had entered Ethan's stolen composition into that competition.
The victory had been the beginning of everything.
Not this time.
A smile touched Ethan's lips.
He already knew every move Jason planned to make.
All he had to do was stay one step ahead.
Inside the classroom, Professor Daniel Morris entered carrying a stack of music sheets.
"I have an announcement."
The room fell silent.
"Three months from now, Harmony School will select one student to represent us at the National Youth Music Competition."
Excited whispers spread through the class.
"This competition has launched the careers of many famous composers," Professor Morris continued. "The selection will be based entirely on original compositions. Any form of plagiarism will result in immediate disqualification."
Ethan's fingers tightened around his pen.
Original compositions.
The words carried a different meaning now.
After class, Ethan was packing his bag when a cheerful voice interrupted him.
"Hi."
He looked up.
A young woman stood beside his desk with long black hair tied into a neat ponytail and bright brown eyes filled with curiosity.
"You play the piano beautifully," she said.
"I'm Lily Hart."
"I've seen you practicing after school."
Ethan blinked.
He remembered her.
In his previous life, Lily had been one of the few people who had quietly questioned whether Jason's songs really sounded like his style.
But before she could help him, Ethan had already been branded a liar.
This time...
Maybe things could be different.
I'm Ethan.
She smiled.
"I know."
"The quiet genius."
He laughed awkwardly.
"I don't think anyone has ever called me that."
They will someday.
Those simple words lingered in Ethan's heart long after she walked away.
For the first time since returning, someone had seen him—not Jason.
That afternoon, Ethan returned home and checked the hidden camera in his room.
Hours of footage played across his laptop screen.
Nothing unusual.
Then...
At exactly 4:17 p.m., his bedroom door slowly opened.
Jason stepped inside.
Ethan watched in silence.
Jason searched the desk.
The wardrobe.
The bookshelf.
Even beneath the bed.
His expression became increasingly frustrated.
When he finally gave up, he muttered under his breath.
"Where did you hide it?"
The recording ended.
Ethan immediately copied the video onto three separate flash drives.
One he kept.
One he hid beneath the floorboard.
The third he placed inside a safety deposit envelope at a trusted storage service.
This is only the beginning," he whispered.
"I'll make sure there's no way for you to destroy the evidence."
That evening, Jason called.
Ethan, Dad wants us to have dinner together tomorrow.
Of course," Ethan replied pleasantly.After hanging up, he smiled.
Jason had searched his room twice in two days.
If he was inviting Ethan to dinner...
He was planning something else.
Good.
Because Ethan was planning something too.
He walked to his desk and picked up one of the fake music notebooks.
Inside were intentionally incomplete melodies, clashing harmonies, and lyrics that sounded emotional but made no sense.
To anyone with little musical understanding, they looked impressive.
To a real composer, they were worthless.
Ethan slipped the notebook into his backpack.
"If you're determined to steal from me..."
You'll steal exactly what I want you to steal.
For the first time since his rebirth, Ethan wasn't reacting to Jason's schemes.
He was creating them.
And tomorrow...
His first trap would finally be set.
The first star touched the roof.Nothing happened.Then a second descended.Then a third.Within seconds, thousands of golden lights filled the sky above Ethan's home.They did not fall like meteors.They moved gently, almost deliberately, each one following the next until the entire night looked as though the stars themselves had descended from heaven.Ethan stood at the window with his daughter in his arms.Her tiny fingers pointed toward the sky.Home.Ethan swallowed.She had said it again.Jason stepped beside him.I don't think she means this house.Ethan looked at him.Neither do I.Rose suddenly grabbed the edge of the table.I can see them.Ethan turned.What?The stars.What do you see?Rose's eyes became distant.People.Millions of them.They're coming through.The lights began moving faster.One by one, they disappeared into the ground surrounding the house.The floor trembled.Richard immediately moved Elena away from the windows.Everyone stay together.Ethan looked at
For the first time in years, Ethan woke up without hearing another voice.No whispers.No memories that did not belong to him.No distant cries from another reality.No warnings.Only sunlight.He opened his eyes slowly.For several seconds, he simply stared at the ceiling.Then he heard a baby crying.Ethan smiled.He turned his head.His daughter was lying in the small crib beside the bed.Her tiny hands moved impatiently while her brown eyes searched the room.Ethan got up and lifted her.Good morning, little star.The baby immediately stopped crying.She stared at him.Then smiled.Ethan laughed quietly.You were waiting for me, weren't you?The baby grabbed his shirt.From the doorway, Elena watched them.You two have been awake for almost an hour.Ethan looked at her.You could hear her?Everyone can hear her.Elena walked inside.She's surprisingly loud for someone so small.Ethan smiled.She's your granddaughter.Exactly.Elena took the baby.And she has your stubbornness.Eth
The baby's smile disappeared.Ethan froze.For a moment, nobody moved.The darkness surrounding them had swallowed everything. The ancient city, the hidden reality, the doorways between worlds, even the stars above them had vanished.Only Ethan could still see the tiny child in his arms.Her brown eyes were open.Watching him.The voice came again.The final choice has been made.Ethan's blood ran cold.This time, everyone heard it.Elena stepped backward.That was her.Richard looked at the baby.She spoke.Rose shook her head.No.She didn't speak with her mouth.The baby's tiny fingers curled around Ethan's thumb.The darkness suddenly filled with millions of lights.Each light represented a reality.Ethan recognized them.The worlds he had seen through Project Eternity.The worlds that had separated.The worlds that had survived.The worlds that had changed.Then something impossible happened.Every light turned toward Ethan.Not physically.Consciously.As if billions of people w
The silver key cracked.Ethan stared at the broken pieces in his palm as the final whisper disappeared into the darkness.One more choice remains.His son's face had gone pale.Dad...Ethan looked at him.What?The young man pointed toward the space where the memory had appeared.Your daughter.Ethan swallowed.I don't know who she is.The first Ethan stepped closer.Neither do I.For the first time since they had met, the first Ethan looked genuinely uncertain.That should not be possible.Ethan turned toward him.You said there was a beginning and a consequence. You said every choice created something.Yes.Then what is she?The first Ethan stared at the broken key.I don't know.A distant cry echoed again.A baby's cry.Every reality went silent.Ethan felt it.Not through his ears.Through his consciousness.A tiny presence.Fragile.Warm.Alive.And somehow familiar.His heart began pounding.She's real.His son nodded.I can feel her too.The first Ethan closed his eyes.So can I
Ethan stared at the young man standing beyond the doorway.For several seconds, his mind refused to accept what his eyes were showing him.It was the same child.His son from the other reality.The little boy who had called him Dad.The child Ethan had released because he believed love meant allowing him to return to the life that belonged to him.But now the boy was no longer a child.He was a young man.Perhaps twenty years old.He stood tall, his dark hair falling slightly across his forehead, the silver key resting in his palm.His eyes were unmistakably Ethan's.Yet there was something else in them.Confidence.Pain.And a freedom that had clearly been earned rather than given.Ethan took one step forward.My son.The young man smiled.You finally came.Ethan's throat tightened.How long have you been waiting?Long enough to understand that you weren't coming to rescue me.Ethan stopped.The young man lifted the silver key.You trusted me.Ethan looked at the key.Where did you g
Ethan could not move.The boy stood only a few feet away, barefoot and dressed in a simple white shirt that seemed too clean for the darkness surrounding them.He looked about six years old.Young enough to be innocent.Old enough to understand exactly what he was doing.Dad.The word struck Ethan harder than anything the creature had done.He slowly lowered himself until he was at the boy's level.Who are you?The boy smiled.You know me.Ethan shook his head.No. I don't.The boy's smile disappeared.You will.A cold feeling moved through Ethan.He looked around.There was nothing except darkness.No walls.No floor.No ceiling.Yet Ethan could stand.Where am I?The boy pointed ahead.At the beginning.Ethan followed his finger.A tiny light appeared.Then another.Then hundreds.The darkness slowly transformed into a vast room.Ethan recognized it immediately.The first laboratory.The room where the first consciousness experiment had taken place.The room where his entire family'







