Do-jun smiled—a polite, boyish expression that masked a shark’s instinct. "Because, Grandfather, people will always pay to escape their lives. And soon, the world will want to watch Korean stories."

Jin Do-jun sat in the back of the sleek black sedan, his youthful face reflecting in the window while his mind calculated moves decades ahead. To the world, he was the brilliant, favored grandson of Soonyang Group’s Chairman Jin Yang-cheol. In reality, he was Yoon Hyeon-woo, a betrayed employee murdered by this very family, now reborn into their bloodline with a ledger of grudges and a map of the future.

Do-jun barely heard them. He was watching Seo Min-young, the law student who would one day become the "Grim Reaper of Soonyang." In his past life, she was a cold prosecutor. Now, she was a vibrant woman he couldn't help but cross paths with, her idealism a stark contrast to the greed of the Jin household.

"The investment in the film industry, Do-jun," the Chairman growled, his Busan accent sharp. "Why bet on stories when you can bet on factories?"

He knew what was coming: the 1997 IMF crisis, the collapse of rivals, and the rise of digital media. While his uncles scrambled to please the Chairman with traditional power plays, Do-jun was busy acquiring the land that would become Bundang, turning a "gift" of dirt into a mountain of capital.