.˳⁺⁎✩ ˚ .𝐁𝐄𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐉𝐎𝐎 ². ⋆✩.˳⁺

The legacy is passed down from generation to generation: the massacres, the bloodshed, the deaths, the enemies alike. The Beom legacy has passed through three generations: my father, my grandfather, and me. Each of us manages the empire as we see fit, but for me it was more difficult. Now, with technology, it was even worse, but I, Beom Taejoo, could handle it all.

Lately I'd been a bit tired from business, so I went to a club to unwind with women and vodka. When I went to the bathroom, a typical gypsy woman came in, wanting money in exchange for her lies. I ignored her as she spoke. " This ring will be the great change in your life. You will know pain, happiness, love, or death... you decide ," the gypsy woman said and left. I didn't pay attention and went home, but I kept thinking about her words. So when I was in my office, I looked at the ring and put it on. Nothing happened, so I went to bed. When I woke up, I found myself in a dark place. I got up and went outside... Oh my god, what? What year was it? Everything was old: the streets, the houses like old royal castles... antique clothing, carriages, the Victorian era, 1937... nothing like my elegant suit and modern hairstyle. I walked around looking at my surroundings. I was going crazy. How the hell would I find happiness here?! Where would I go? They didn't accept modern currency here, and everyone looked at me like I was a maniac. I looked in a shop mirror and, my god, I looked younger! What the gypsy woman never told him was that if he found happiness and took off the ring, he would lose everything…