Warm sunlight came through the tall windows of the big house at the top of the building. It made golden lines on the shiny floor.
At the end of a long, shiny table sat a young man in black clothes—black suit, black tie, and maybe a black heart. His name was Kim Guwon, but most people called him G-boy. He sat alone, eating a fancy Japanese meal slowly, like he had all the time in the world.
A golden ring shone softly on his right hand.
Every bite he took was quiet and careful. His face showed no feelings—his features were sharp and cold. His silver hair hung near his dark eyes.
Suddenly, quiet footsteps came across the floor.
His secretary, Mika, walked in. She wore a neat black suit. Her voice was soft and respectful.
"G-boy," she said kindly. "It's time to go."
He didn't answer right away. He picked up one more piece of sushi and chewed it slowly. Then he spoke in a calm, deep voice.
"When I'm done eating."
Mika bowed and stepped back.
The air shimmered softly.
The golden ring on his finger glowed a little. Then—floating near his shoulder—a small creature appeared. It wasn't red like Lume. This one was pure gold, glowing with light, shaped like a soft ball with wings and a kind face. Its eyes sparkled like stars.
Guwon looked at the creature and gave a small, kind smile—something no one ever saw from him.
"Are you full?" he asked gently, like a parent speaking to a child.
The golden creature nodded, rubbing its round belly with tiny hands.
Mika blinked. She heard him talking to someone. She could feel something in the room. But she couldn't see anything.
"I'll get the car ready," she said, feeling a little strange.
Guwon didn't answer.
He stood up, wiped his mouth with a soft napkin, and fixed his suit. For a moment, he stopped. He pulled at his collar like it didn't feel right. Like the clothes didn't belong to him. Like he was trying to fit into a world that didn't want him.
But then, his cold face returned.
"Let's go."
Mika followed him as they left the penthouse. The black car outside shone in the evening light. As always, the driver opened the door without speaking. Guwon stepped in.
The ride was quiet.
Then Mika looked at the GPS and said, "We're here, G-boy."
The car stopped in front of a quiet garden with tall walls around it. The iron gate opened with a creak. Inside was a private funeral place—no guests, just smooth stone, one coffin, and a soft wind moving the trees.
The name "Kim Ji-Woon" was written on the black stone. He was rich. The tycoon. The mafia boss. Yorunaka highest investors.
Guwon walked slowly down the path. His shoes clicked on the stone. He stood at the grave and bowed once, deeply. But his eyes showed no feeling.
Then, a sound came from behind.
A wheelchair creaked.
A woman was pushing an old woman closer. She was small and bent, but her eyes were sharp and angry.
The nurse was Mrs. Takane—Mina's mother.
She gently pushed the old woman forward, then stepped back.
The old woman lifted her thin hand.
"Leave us."
Mrs. Takane nodded and pulled Mika away by the arm.
Now, only Guwon and the old woman were there.
The wind felt colder.
"So," the old woman said with a rough voice. "The bastard shows his face."
Guwon's mouth moved a little, but he didn't react. "I came to show respect."
She gave a mean smile. "You don't get to. You are not his real heir. You are not family. You are just a stain. A mistake."
Guwon looked down at her. The shadows from the trees covered half his face.
"That stain is all you have left," he said.
"You think you can be like Ji-Woon?" she shouted. "He was ten times better than you. You and your whore of a mother—"
She didn't finish.
Guwon's eyes turned black. Deep black. Like ink dropped into water.
"My mother was stronger than you ever were," he said softly. "And me—her child—I'm better than your whole family."
The old woman raised her hand and spat in his face.
The spit landed on his cheek.
He closed his eyes. Then calmly wiped it with a handkerchief.
"You always liked drama," he said. He pulled out a small black tablet from his coat and placed it on her lap. "Sign this."
She didn't look at it.
"Go to hell," she whispered.
Guwon laughed a little. "You first."
He touched her hand with his gloved one.
His ring glowed gold.
And so did his eyes.
The old woman gasped. Something strange passed through her. Her head tilted, and her fingers started shaking.
"Sign the tablet," he whispered.
She made a face. Her hand shook. She tried not to.
But she wasn't strong enough.
Her hand moved slowly. She picked up the pen. Her body fought back, but she signed the paper.
When the last letter was written, Guwon let go.
The golden light disappeared.
The old woman leaned back in her chair. Her eyes were full of hate.
"You never deserved that ring," she said. "Ji-Woon should not have given it to you. That ring was for his real heir."
Guwon smiled, cold and slow.
"But I was the only one left," he said. "And soon, I'll find all the rings. I'll take every one of them. And when I do…" He leaned closer. His eyes glowed again. "You'll watch me change the world. And you'll know that the boy you hated… became king."
He turned and walked away.
The golden creature floated beside him, quiet and peaceful.
The wind blew stronger now, leaves flying around as Guwon stepped into the black car. The old woman sat still, watching him with angry eyes.
Mika didn't ask anything.
The car door shut.
The engine started.
The car moved away from the graveyard. Silence filled the space inside, thick like fog.
Guwon sat in the back seat. His legs were crossed. His gloved hand rested on the window. Pink flower petals floated gently past the glass. His golden ring glowed softly, like it was happy. He didn't speak. He didn't blink. The world outside kept moving. But inside the car—it felt frozen.
The golden creature floated above his lap. It looked sleepy, full from the power it had eaten. It curled in the air like a cat after a big meal. Guwon looked at it. His face didn't show anything. The creature gave a small nod.
Then—his phone buzzed.
He picked it up without looking. "Speak."
"Sir," said John's voice. He sounded nervous and scared. "It's Ren. He—he ran away."
The quiet in the car broke like glass.
Guwon's hand squeezed the phone.
"What did you just say?"
John swallowed loudly. "He said he needed to use the toilet. I let him go… but he took too long. I checked. The window was open. He's gone."
Guwon let out a slow breath. It wasn't a sigh. It was a warning.
His jaw tightened. The golden ring shone brighter. His face became dark and dangerous.
"You lost him."
"I—I'm sorry, sir. I'm looking for him now—"
"Don't waste time saying sorry," Guwon said. His voice was cold like ice. "Find him. And find the ring."
"Yes, sir—"
"Because if I find him first," he whispered, his eyes glowing, "I'll kill him."
John went silent.
"And you," Guwon added, voice sharp like poison, "will be next."
He ended the call and slowly put the phone down.
His own reflection looked back at him from the window—calm, but full of anger.
The golden creature growled softly.
"Looks like we're starting the hunt early," Guwon said.
The car drove onto a long road as the sun went down. He fixed his tie. A small smile appeared on his lips.
The kingdom had a new leader now—whether the world liked it or not.
And Guwon's hunt for the rings had just begun.