Park Min-Jun sat alone in the corner of the high-rise office — Cheon Tae-Hyun's office now. The city buzzed below, unaware of the man inside who had lived and died for them.
His thoughts wandered to the past.
He remembered his brother — small, always smiling despite the pain, clutching books tighter than toys. His reason for breathing. His reason for joining the military.
He remembered the long desert missions, the frost-bitten nights, the kill orders whispered over encrypted channels. He never questioned them — until his brother's illness.
When he begged to return, they looked at him like a malfunctioning tool.
"He's just your brother," the commander had said. "You're a soldier. Orders first."
His brother died alone.
And now, the same officials who turned him into a weapon were the ones who feared Cheon Tae-Hyun enough to send him.
Min-Jun: "They used me… again and again… until I was empty."
Min-Jun: "And when they feared a bigger monster, they threw me at it."
Min-Jun: "But now? Now I am that Monster."
He looked at Tae-Hyun's files — ledgers of dirty money, records of bribes, blackmail, death.
Min-Jun slammed the drawer shut.
"I won't be used anymore."
He stood, tall and unwavering, for the first time since waking.
The door opened.
Three men in black suits bowed deeply.
"Boss. The car is ready."
Min-Jun adjusted his cufflinks, nodding without speaking. His movements were smooth, calm — but every step outside was a minefield.
He walked through the hallway, eyes from every direction filled with fear and awe.
"They really worshipped him like a god," he thought.
The car pulled up. He stepped inside. Beside him sat a man with half his face tattooed — clearly a lieutenant.
"Boss, you look sharp today. The chairman of the Golden Fang is expecting your call. Do you want us to pay them a visit?"
Min-Jun smiled faintly. "No. Let them sweat a little."
The lieutenant Smirked. "Understood."
Min-Jun stared out the window.
Min-Jun: "This power… it's dangerous."
Min-Jun: "But maybe… I can change how it's used."
Min-Jun: "I'll build something better. Quietly. Smartly."
Min-Jun: "I owe that much to my brother."
Min-Jun: "And maybe… to myself."
He gripped the handle tighter.
"This time, I fight for me."
The car stopped outside a grand mansion on a hillside. The gates opened slowly.
Dozens of black cars were already there. Hundreds of men stood in perfect lines across the front lawn. At the top of the stairs — red carpet.
As Min-Jun stepped out, silence fell like a heavy shroud.
And then —
"Welcome, Boss!" they all shouted in unison, bowing low.
The path parted before him.
Min-Jun walked forward slowly, the eyes of every criminal, killer, and loyalist fixed on him.
But inside? He wasn't Cheon Tae-Hyun. Not really.
He was a soldier in borrowed skin, carrying a mission no one assigned.
Min-Jun (to himself): "This is insane."
He reached the top of the stairs and turned.
A sea of men stood still, waiting.
Min-Jun smirked.
"It's Judgement Day."
They erupted into cheers.
But behind that smirk, something deeper burned — not ambition, not bloodlust…
Hope.
"Well… this isn't too bad."