As Bharat and I arrived at the scene, we found a young woman collapsed on the ground, surrounded by several men wearing black masks.
"Are you alright, miss?" I asked calmly as I walked toward her.
Bharat glanced at the masked figures before looking down at the woman.
"Looks like they're here for her," he said quietly.
The woman slowly raised her head. Blood stained her throat, and her breathing was uneven.
"They're after the Imperial Document," she said weakly.
One of the masked men stepped forward and pointed at us.
"You two should leave... unless you want to die with her."
A faint smile appeared on my face as I walked toward him.
"Sorry," I said, staring into his eyes. "Could you repeat that? I didn't hear you properly."
Before he could answer, another masked man rushed from behind and threw a punch toward my back.
"Go to hell!"
I took a step forward and turned around.
"I don't remember giving you permission to move."
My fist shot forward.
Bam!
The man's body crashed onto the street and rolled across the pavement.
"He's too strong!"
The remaining attackers immediately backed away before fleeing into the darkness.
Bharat watched them disappear before kneeling beside the injured woman.
"Are you okay?" he asked with concern.
The woman grabbed his shoulder and pulled a small black box from her bag.
"This... is the Imperial Document," she said, wincing in pain. "Its contents could affect the future of the entire world."
She pushed the box into Bharat's hands.
"Please... take it to South Korea. The address is written inside... I need your help."
Tears gathered in her eyes.
Moments later, her body went limp.
Bharat quickly checked her pulse.
"...She's dead."
Silence filled the street.
I looked at the lifeless woman before taking the box from her hand.
"Then I have to go."
Bharat looked up at me as if I had lost my mind.
"South Korea? Are you insane?"
I glanced at the woman's body.
"We don't have another choice. The dead don't come back... not in this world."
Bharat lowered his head for a moment before standing up and pulling my phone from my pocket.
"I understand," he said. "Let's see what kind of content this adventure gives me."
An hour later, police cars surrounded the area. Red and blue lights flashed across the street while Bharat and I stood away from the crowd.
"What's your plan?" I asked.
Bharat met my gaze.
"Be careful. If you die here, you die for real. There won't be a second chance."
I smiled calmly.
"I'll keep that in mind, Mr. Writer."
That night, Bharat stood outside the airport with his hands in his pockets.
"I read everything inside the document," he said. "The passport is legitimate, and no one will stop you. A company called Jinseo Industries owns the private plane. Find them and tell them you were sent by that woman with the Imperial Document."
I nodded.
"Hopefully, you get some good content out of this."
Bharat laughed.
"Stay sharp. And don't fall in love. There's no coming back after that."
I gave him a small smile before walking toward the airport.
Rien stepped out of the car wearing a fitted blue shirt and black formal pants. His tall frame and calm presence naturally attracted attention as he walked through the airport lobby.
Approaching the reception desk, he placed a sealed letter on the counter.
"My name is Rien Kinohutsu. I've been hired for a private assignment by Jinseo Industries, and I was instructed to deliver this letter."
The receptionist examined the document before looking back at him.
"We received a call regarding this matter, sir. However, they mentioned a woman named Riena Kinoutsu, not a man named Rien Kinohutsu."
Rien smiled slightly and leaned forward.
"It's an important mission. The people involved didn't trust a woman to complete something this dangerous."
The receptionist raised an eyebrow before smiling.
"I didn't know people still thought like that."
"Maybe," Rien said calmly, meeting her eyes, "they simply haven't met someone like you."
A faint blush appeared on her face.
"You're quite charming, sir. Your plane is waiting at Hangar B4."
"Thank you."
Taking the letter, Rien walked toward the private terminal with steady steps.
In front of the private aircraft, several armed guards stood with serious expressions.
"You are…?" one of them asked.
Rien looked at him calmly and raised the letter.
"Miss Riena Kinoutsu sent me. She was attacked on her way here, so she entrusted me with this mission. I am Rien Kinohutsu."
Rien also showed them a photo of the injured woman on my phone screen.
The guard studied it for a moment, then nodded.
"Follow us, sir."
Rien followed them into the aircraft.
Inside, Rien took a seat by the window, sitting quietly as the engines prepared for takeoff.
A flight attendant bowed slightly.
"We will be taking off shortly, sir."
Rien gave a calm nod and looked out of the window, the night sky reflecting in my eyes.
As a young man in a black suit stepped into the room, he carried a laptop tightly in his hands, his expression cold and focused. Without hesitation, he took a seat beside Rien.
"So… you're the one who's supposed to deliver that document to my sister," the young man said calmly, eyes still fixed on the screen in front of him.
Rien leaned back slightly, observing him with quiet interest. "Is the owner… a woman?" he asked.
The young man gave a small nod, fingers already moving across the keyboard. "I don't have time for her personally. She only told me to keep an eye on you until you arrive in South Korea."
He paused, his tone turning sharper.
"Everything here is confidential. No premium access. No security escort. If other companies notice your movement, it's over for us. You'll have to survive your own way until you reach the headquarters."
The room fell into a brief silence, broken only by the soft clicking of keys.
Rien glanced at the trading screen.
"You're going to lose," he said quietly.
The market chart flickered red.
Within seconds, volatility spiked downward.
The young man's eyes widened.
"What…? Why does this always happen to me?" he snapped, his voice rising as he watched his position bleed.
Rien didn't react. He simply tilted his head slightly toward the screen.
"Do exactly as I say," he replied calmly. "And you'll turn this into profit."
A faint smile touched his lips—calm, almost indifferent. Yet his gaze remained steady, sharp, and unshakable.
The young man turned to him, disbelief in his eyes.
"I've been doing this since you were still a kid," he said coldly. "You really think you can tell me what to do?"
Rien met his stare without hesitation.
"Don't tell me what you are," he said softly. "Tell me what you're willing to risk for your goal."
For a moment, silence.
Then the young man exhaled, his expression shifting—calculation replacing arrogance.
"If your suggestion works," he said, voice firm, "you take the entire profit. If it fails, you cover every loss."
A faint smirk formed on his lips.
"Four× leverage. Deal?"
Rien's eyes narrowed slightly, but his voice remained calm.
"How much capital are you putting in?"
The young man tapped the screen once.
"Ten billion KRW."
Rien didn't blink.
"Then enter the position," he said.
The order went through.
Four× leverage activated.
Total exposure: 40 billion KRW.
For a moment, the market held still.
Then it moved.
Not chaotic. Not random.
Clean.
Precise.
Exactly as Rien predicted.
The chart reversed direction.
Red turned to green.
But it didn't stop there.
A massive institutional wave entered the market—fueling a breakout far beyond normal expectations, as if liquidity itself had shifted in one direction.
The price surged violently upward, breaking multiple resistance levels in a single continuous expansion.
The young man's breathing slowed.
"…It's moving," he whispered.
Rien didn't even look at the screen anymore.
"It will extend further than you think," he said calmly. "Do not close early."
Minutes passed.
The movement continued—strong, sustained, unstoppable.
Then—
The position was finally closed.
The screen froze for half a second.
Then it flashed:
P&L: +40,000,000,000 KRW
Silence.
The entire room went completely still.
The young man stared at the number like it didn't belong to reality.
"…Forty billion…" he muttered.
For the first time, arrogance didn't just break—it collapsed.
Rien slowly stood up and adjusted his coat.
"I didn't win your money," he said calmly. "I simply showed you where the market was already going."
He turned toward the door.
And left.
Behind him, the trading screen kept glowing—like it had just witnessed something it couldn't explain.