Overnight, I went from being the president of a group with a net worth of tens of billions to a bankrupt abandoned son with billions in debt. The five major chaebols who used to be brothers joined forces to take over my foundation and cut off my livelihood. Everyone was waiting to see me living on the street, kneeling down and begging for mercy. Until I inherited that haunted, abandoned house on the outskirts of town. They didn't know that the dry well in the backyard of the house would gush out a steady stream of golden sand every night. Little did I know that there was a bloody inscription etched on the wall of the well: "Gold flowed in the middle of the night to pay off old debts. The creditor was not just one, but his name was——" At the end of the list, it was the five names that pushed me into the abyss.
From then on, there was a silent fried rice stall owner in the night market fumes, a technology laboratory ahead of the times was quietly operating in the abandoned factory, and a stream of gold flowed on the dark web of capital that no one could trace. While my former opponents were still toasting at the celebration banquet and laughing at my "disappearance", a death net with golden sand as its thread, technology as its blade, and intelligence as its net had been quietly closed.
I crawled back to earth from hell, not to beg, but to personally send you back to hell one by one.
