The city never sleeps, but that night, Seoul felt colder than usual. Jang Taesan walked through the dimly lit streets of Noryangjin-dong, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of a worn jacket. Life had beaten him down—once a hopeful stockbroker, now a security guard scraping by, every failure heavier than the last.
It was supposed to be an ordinary night. Just another walk home, another meaningless shift ending, another reminder of how far he had fallen.
And then—screeching tires.
A small scream tore through the alley. Taesan's instincts kicked in before he could think. A girl—barely ten—was frozen in the middle of the street, oblivious to the speeding car barreling toward her. Without hesitation, he lunged.
The world narrowed. The smell of burning rubber. The thud of impact. Pain exploded, white-hot and endless. And then… darkness.
When he opened his eyes again, nothing looked familiar. The city felt the same, yet different. He was lighter, younger, sharper. A fleeting reflection in a nearby shop window shocked him: the face staring back was not the face of the failed man he had become—it was his seventeen-year-old self.
Memories flooded back—every CSAT question he had ever studied, every failed trade he had endured, every moment of regret. And then, a terrifying thought settled in: he had been given a second chance.
But second chances come with a cost. The world didn't just wait for him to catch up. Rivalries, power struggles, and dangers he had never imagined were waiting. And lurking somewhere in the shadows was something—or someone—connected to why he had been sent back in time.
Jang Taesan stood up, shaking off the pain. A fire ignited inside him, hotter than any failure he had ever known. This time, he would not stumble. This time, he would rise.
The legend was about to begin.