When I was fifteen, a “fake antique” made by my grandfather brought disaster upon my family. I was the only one who survived.
Ten years later, a deadly clue resurfaced.
To protect my girlfriend, the heiress to a fortune, I broke up with her and prepared to return to the world I'd left behind.
But she pulled out her household register and said, “If we don't get our marriage certificate today, I'll smash up your lousy shop!”
On the first day after our forced marriage, my rival showed up with an outrageously expensive antique and challenged me.
I casually smashed it. “Fake. There's even a screw inside the hollow core that I forgot to remove when I used it to secure a mold as a kid.”
When my true identity came to light, the entire antique world was shaken!
“What? You say he's a junk collector? He's the leader of the Four Great Forgery Families, the master who can tell the real from the fake at a glance!”
It's a good start, let's take it slow