I'm not the peninsula's most devoted lover. I'm just an impartial prosecutor.
"And you think you can lecture me about serving the people? The entire population of 51 million in Great Korea rests on my shoulders."
"We hold office in the same court. We should all go along to get along."
"President Moon showed me kindness by recognizing my talent. I could give up being chief prosecutor, but I can't become a despicable person."
Yin Xiyu transmigrates five years into the past. This time, he gets a fresh start and sets his sights on the highest position of all.
"Becoming chief prosecutor doesn't mean you've entered high society."
"Then what about becoming prosecutor general?"
"What about becoming president?"
"Li Changming's ambitions are plain for all to see."
Flowers fade as easily as a lover's affection, while flowing water is endless, just like my sorrow.
How to say it? There's nothing cool about it. In an environment that is not suitable for tomatoes, is it possible to become the president by traveling back only 5 years? The protagonist feels like a local aborigine