The following morning.

I was already deep into drafting a new plan from early on.

A new investment plan, to be precise.

After liquidating Real Production, I now had 2.8 trillion won in cash.

About 1 trillion of it would go to taxes eventually, but that was a problem for later. For now, I needed to reinvest this capital to generate more profit.

‘Should I just set up an investment corporation?’

I’d have to review the legal and municipal regulations, but if I set up headquarters in a particular area and hired a certain number of employees, I could likely secure significant tax benefits.

However, relocating the entire Go-Ryeo Entertainment to a new area didn’t make sense. The entertainment hub in Incheon is still Ganghwa, where numerous celebrities and industry professionals reside. Most broadcasting companies are also clustered here, so moving Go-Ryeo Entertainment just for tax benefits would mean sacrificing many logistical efficiencies.

Even though Go-Ryeo Entertainment isn’t solely profit-driven, there’s no need to sit idly and lose money.

‘Besides, I want to create a company with my own name on it.’

Since Go-Ryeo Entertainment was established on the orders of Chairman Go Yeong-man, changing its name isn’t straightforward. Legally, it’s 100% my company, independent of the Go-Ryeo Group, but there are still optics to consider.

However, for a new company that I’m establishing, there’s no need to follow the ‘Go-Ryeo’ branding.

In fact, avoiding the overuse of the ‘Go-Ryeo’ name might even be preferable.

‘Something like... Muyeol Finance? That could work.’

A somewhat unfortunate name choice.

But oddly, I liked it. Maybe because it had my name in it.

‘...Looks like I’ve started to truly think of Go Muyeol as my name.’

Thoughts trailed one another as I realized this.

When I first possessed this body, I tried to keep a mental distinction between myself and Go Muyeol, but that boundary was growing faint.

‘Not that it matters. It’s not like this was a name given by parents.’

If I had a name given by parents, a name with memories or feelings of longing attached to it, I might hesitate to fully sync with “Go Muyeol.” But my name was given by some anonymous director in an institution, and it held no memories or warmth.

The only warmth associated with my name was from the hands of college volunteers pinching my cheeks, and even that stopped as I grew older.

So, there was no sentiment holding me back.

‘Right. I am Go Muyeol.’

The Go-Ryeo Group’s,

and this nation’s, eldest grandson.

Go Muyeol.

That’s me.

“Soo-ah.”

“Yes, Master.”

I handed her the proposal.

“Let’s establish a corporation under our group. How long would it take?”

“A corporation? What’s the purpose?”

“Investment. From the profits we earned. We’ll reinvest.”

“Ah... if that’s the case... hold on a moment. Since Go-Ryeo Entertainment is 100% yours, no decision-making process is needed. We just prepare the paperwork and submit it to the registry, so... it should take around two weeks.”

“Two weeks?”

“Yes. But if it’s a financial business, we’d also need a separate permit for that sector... that could take longer. Altogether, it might be around two months.”

“What?”

Two months?

“I don’t remember the exact location, but he supplies a significant portion of Incheon’s drugs. If you connect with him, you should have no problem offloading it.”

“Um... The Commissioner... involved in drugs?”

“Yeah. Don’t believe it?”

“No, it’s just... how do you know?”

“There are ways. Who do you think I am? This country’s eldest grandson.”

“....”

“When you’re in my position, information flies straight into your ears from somewhere.”

“I-I see...”

“Prestige can handle the transaction discreetly without revealing identities.”

“Yes, I’ll pass along the message.”

“Good.”

+++

The hectic morning commute.

Kwon Tae-su, Chief Prosecutor of Incheon’s Supreme Prosecutors’ Office, sat inside his armored executive car, receiving a briefing.

He could have done this at the office, but he was trying to focus to avoid recalling the humiliation he had endured in the chief prosecutor’s office.

‘...That disgrace, in front of my subordinates!’

Even now,

His thoughts wandered briefly, recalling how he had bowed to Go Muyeol, the pain throbbing at his heavily scarred forehead.

“Hah... why aren’t we moving?!”

“My apologies, sir. The road toward the Supreme Prosecutor’s Office is completely jammed.”

“Completely jammed? Does that make sense?!”“At 7:23 this morning, a truck and a passenger car collided on the main road toward the Prosecutor’s Office, and at 7:24...”

The AI explained the reason for the traffic.

In this short span of time, multiple simultaneous accidents had occurred nearby.

Too strange to be a coincidence.

“Tch. What on earth.”

He vented his anger at the AI.

Then, suddenly—

Warning.An attack directed at this vehicle has been detected.Estimated weapon: Terminator.

“What?”

An attack, out of nowhere? A Terminator weapon??

Startled, he turned his head toward the window.

And at that moment—

A man wearing a helmet, riding a motorcycle, locked eyes with him.

“M-”

The Terminator gun barrel in the man’s hand glowed ominously as if ready to fire.

From his stance, it was clear this was no ordinary weapon. Set to Terminator mode, its purpose was total annihilation.

Boom—!

A thunderous blast created a destructive line across his view.

The bullet tore through the armor-plated car, and Chief Prosecutor Kwon Tae-su’s body was shredded instantly.

The aftermath extended further, destroying every vehicle in the same line of sight as his car.

“Aaaah!!!”

Screams and explosions erupted from all around, as the predator rode off on his motorcycle, leaving behind chaos.