The evening wind was colder than usual when Luo Chen stepped off the train. His breath floated in the air, white and soft, vanishing quickly—unlike the thoughts running endlessly in his mind.
"Is this even real? Or is someone playing a twisted joke on me?"
There it was again, that unbelievable number.
10 million.
In his bank account.
But still... he didn't fly. He took the train.
Because in his heart, doubt lingered.
What if the bank says it was sent by mistake?
What if I spend it, and then they come to collect it back?
He wasn't greedy for money.
He wasn't naïve either.
He had learned the hard way that in this world, no one gives something for nothing.
Returning to the House That Was Never Truly Home
He finally reached his old house—the small, aging place where his childhood had unfolded.
As soon as he stepped inside, his 10-year-old stepsister rushed out and hugged him tightly. "Chen-ge!" she beamed with joy.
His stepmother came out too. She looked surprised, but she smiled. Maybe they weren't his blood family, but they had never thrown him away either.
He stayed there for two days. Quietly. Speaking little.
Just watching… every corner, every familiar sound.
And when he left, he did so silently.
In the kitchen's rice box, he left an envelope of cash. Enough to ensure they'd never lack anything again.
But something else stayed with him—
A Memory from the Past
His stepmother's words, long ago, came back to him.
"Luo Chen, if one day a strange call comes your way… a voice that feels too deep, too secretive… don't ignore it. That voice may carry the truth of who you really are."
She had said it gently, almost like a fairytale. But he had never forgotten.
And now… it matched exactly.
The Call at the Airport
When Luo Chen arrived at the airport, his face was calm, but his heart raced. This was far beyond his comfort zone.
Just as he stepped out of the station, his phone rang—an unknown number.
He answered.
A voice like a whisper echoing in a deep tunnel spoke:
"Welcome, Young Master."
Luo Chen froze.
"When this call ends, destroy your phone and SIM. The world's top hackers are tracking you."
"There is a Rolls-Royce parked nearby. Do not enter it. It's a trap."
"Instead, a bit ahead, there's an old black car. It looks plain, but it's among the world's top ten protected vehicles. Inside, you'll find a phone and a map. That map will take you to where you truly belong."
"Your real life is just beginning."
The call ended.
He stood there, stunned.
Then, quietly, with purpose, he crushed the phone and SIM under his foot.
He looked toward the Rolls-Royce… then walked straight past it.
He opened the door of the old-looking car and sat inside.
There, a phone was already active. A message blinked on the screen:
"You were never meant to be ordinary, Luo Chen. But forgetting was necessary... so you could remember again."
The car started on its own.
Destination: Unknown.
Earlier That Day – The Airport Scene
The sun was setting, casting an orange glow across the terminal.
Luo Chen walked slowly through the airport entrance, his old shoes muddy, and his faded jacket hanging loosely on his shoulders. He carried a canvas bag so worn it looked ready to tear.
People around him were dressed in branded coats and pulled shiny suitcases. The contrast was impossible to miss.
Then came the voice.
"Oh my god, is this a fashion disaster come to life?"
She was Yoo Min-ah, heiress to a powerful chaebol. Her outfit screamed wealth—designer clothes, diamond jewelry, and the arrogance of someone who had never heard the word 'no.'
"Did he sneak into the airport?" she laughed. "Or is he just here to clean?"
Her friends joined in, mocking him without shame.
But Luo Chen simply looked up once.
He didn't flinch. He didn't scowl.
He just walked on, eyes calm and steady.
Flight of Secrets
During boarding, Luo Chen showed his ticket—First Class.
Everyone around gasped.
"Wait, he's in First Class?"
In his seat, he sat silently, gazing out the window.
Behind him, whispers spread like wildfire. People kept staring. Judging. Questioning.
But he didn't care.
Something deeper stirred in him.
A silent storm.
Landing in Mystery
After the flight, passengers disembarked and were quickly greeted by luxury cars.
Yoo Min-ah approached her Mercedes when she noticed someone familiar near a Rolls-Royce.
Luo Chen.
She froze.
He pulled something from his pocket—a black metal card and a high-end phone.
But he didn't get into the Rolls-Royce.
He walked calmly to a normal-looking black car parked ahead.
She squinted.
"That car... it's too clean. Too still."
She rushed closer, curiosity flaring.
But by the time she got near… the car had already disappeared into traffic.
"Who the hell is this guy?"
Now, there was no mockery in her voice.
Only confusion.
And fear.
Luo Chen's journey had begun.
But the world wasn't ready for him.