Chapter 1: Golden Finger Agreement
In Country Park, an old man sat alone on a weathered bench, quietly reflecting on the troubles that had marked his life. His eyes, distant and hollow, followed the gentle sway of trees and the innocent laughter of children—once sweet music to his ears, now haunting reminders of a past filled with both dreams and loss.
Years ago, he had a vision—an unshakable dream to build the finest resort in the nation. It was not just about luxury, but about creating a haven for joy, connection, and serenity. Through relentless effort and sacrifice, he climbed to the peak of success, his name revered in the hospitality world. The resort, once a symbol of excellence, stood as a beacon of what human determination could achieve.
But success breeds envy.
A ruthless competitor, threatened by his rising empire, orchestrated a brutal takedown—a series of underhanded moves that forced government investigations, legal traps, and devastating fines. His resort empire collapsed overnight, and with it, his fortune.
To pay restitution for an alleged compensation scandal—one he believed was manufactured—he was forced to sell his lands and assets. The burden fell heavily on his only son, a dutiful young man who had taken over management in the twilight of his father's career. The mounting pressure and endless debts broke the boy. Overworked and consumed by guilt, he collapsed, dying of stress before reaching 30.
His two daughters, once happily married, found their own lives unraveling. Their husbands abandoned them when the scandal hit. One met a tragic end in a car crash. The other, unable to bear the weight of depression and disgrace, took her own life.
Now, in his early 70s, the man sat with no family, no fortune, and no legacy—only a name burdened by debt and a heart drowned in regret. He was the last of his bloodline. The once-proud founder of a hospitality empire had become a ghost of his former self.
And then—time stopped.
The wind froze mid-sway. The laughter silenced. Even the sunlight seemed to hesitate.
Before him, reality rippled like disturbed water. A crack tore through the void, splitting space itself. From the fracture, a vague silhouette emerged, backlit by shifting light and shadow. It spoke no words, but its presence filled the air with ancient power.
The old man's eyes widened, not in fear—but in recognition. He had nothing left to lose.
And thus began the Golden Finger Agreement.