Seong-Il woke up late after watching tv shows all night. It was well past 9 AM, the time when the Korean stock market opened as always.0

Lost again today.1

The market crash that started on December 5th continued to hold valid. However, he had now grown indifferent to it as he had gone downhill for almost a month. Yet, it wasn’t exactly resignation he felt.0

At first, it seemed like a significant issue as if the world had collapsed. However, the shock was momentary. After all, it was just money. As long as he had enough to live on, nothing else mattered. It wasn’t as if his loved ones were in danger, nor had Doom Kaos' corps get resurrected.0

Therefore, it wasn’t a big deal to lose some money. It wasn’t the end of the world if he had to sell his fist to Hera. Perhaps that was why Hera lent him such a tremendous amount of money. Considering the interests vested in the planet Saint Dragorin, which was larger than Earth, five billion dollars was a bargain for buying his fist.1

Seong-Il suddenly noticed the quietness in the house. There was no sound of gaming from Ki-Cheol's room, which...0