Ye Mo suddenly arrives in Handong.
His employment record is classified, and even the Organization General Administration has no information on him.
People call him a troublemaker, unaware that he never stirs things up. Every matter he handles leaves a paper trail, with evidence to back it up.
Rooting out the chaos is only the beginning.
A decade of accounts, old records from eight villages, and a nameless fire that burned for twelve years.
With signed approvals in hand, he parts the fog and reopens old cases, not to seek revenge, but to give the ownerless accounts, written off as nonexistent, their rightful owner again.
How can I become Handong's king if I don't stoke the fire?
But he knows the time isn't right. He can't add even a single stick of wood to the flames.
Mark the appropriate AI text. This is exactly the protagonist fed by AI. Every plant, tree, flower and soil around him must be described clearly. It's too pretentious. There aren't many dialogues, but there are too many descriptions.