The early August heat in Noryangjin-dong was an unrelenting inferno, the air thick with the scent of sizzling hotteok and the ceaseless drone of cicadas as Jang Taesan trudged toward school. His frayed backpack, heavy with textbooks and his meticulously updated notebook of future plans, bounced against his shoulder, a constant reminder of the empire he was forging—coin by coin, kick by kick, answer by answer. It was his fifty-sixth day back in 2008, and the fire of his second chance blazed within him, tempered by the crucible of relentless challenges: his ongoing feud with Min-soo Kang, Sophie Leclerc's unyielding scrutiny, and the deepening mystery of his rebirth after saving Emma Kim. Noah Park's progress yesterday—"I started that quiz game you suggested"—had strengthened the tether of trust, anchoring him against the glowing ember of truth. The weight of his secret burned hotter, and the spark of revelation was flickering, threatening to ignite and expose the truth he'd fought so hard to conceal.
The school courtyard buzzed with its usual chaos—students trading notes, laughing over cans of Hite soda, or hurrying to cram schools. Taesan's eyes swept the crowd, alert for Min-soo or his cronies, Ji-hoon and Dong-min, whose presence lingered like a shadow. Min-soo's recent retreat, forced by Noah's stand and Sophie's interventions, was a fragile truce, but Taesan knew the bully was plotting something darker. Sophie's relentless pursuit—"I'll figure it out, Jang"—was a pressure that threatened to fan the spark of revelation, and the mystery of his return gnawed at him, a question that fueled both his resolve and his dread. His plan—acing the CSAT, building wealth from the 2008 market crash's aftermath, and strengthening alliances with Han Do-jin and Noah Park—was a roaring fire, but the spark of revelation was growing, and Taesan could feel its heat.
In Korean history class, Taesan answered a question about the March 1st Movement with a depth that left Ms. Park blinking in surprise, her chalk pausing mid-scrawl. "Jang, you're making my lessons obsolete," she said, half-joking, half-impressed. Whispers rippled through the classroom, and Sophie, seated by the window, shot him a glance—her eyes piercing, her pencil frozen as if she were unraveling his very existence. Taesan kept his expression neutral, but her scrutiny was a searing pressure, threatening to ignite the spark of revelation. His brilliance was cementing his reputation, but every step into the spotlight made him a bigger target. The tethers of trust with Noah and Do-jin anchored him, but the spark of revelation burned hotter—he'd have to face the heat head-on.
At lunch, the cafeteria pulsed with noise—students shouting over trays of bulgogi, the air thick with the scent of soy sauce and grilled meat. Taesan sat alone, his notebook open to a new page: a detailed plan to expand his tutoring network and secure a second weekend gig at a PC bang. The 35,000 won from yesterday's tutoring session with Ji-woo, Soo-jin, Min-ho, Hye-rin, and Eun-ji was another step toward his savings account, which he'd use to capitalize on opportunities like Samsung's smartphone surge and Kakao's rise. He was sketching out a timeline for investments when Han Do-jin slid into the seat across from him, his tie a mess, a stolen piece of Taesan's kimbap in his hand.
"Yo, Taesan, you're basically a legend now," Do-jin said, grinning as he chewed. "Min-soo's quiet, Noah's stepping up, and Sophie's practically obsessed with you. You're, like, the king of Noryangjin High."
Taesan closed his notebook, forcing a smirk. "Not a king, man. Just done being a nobody." The sight of Do-jin, alive and oblivious to the car crash that loomed in his future, was a bittersweet ache. Taesan couldn't tell him about the time-travel, the markets, or the vow to save him—not yet. But Do-jin's grin, and the trust behind it, was a tether that fueled his resolve—he would save him, even if the spark of revelation set everything ablaze.
Do-jin leaned forward, his grin softening into concern. "For real, though, you okay? You're pushing yourself hard—school, that dojang, whatever you're scribbling in that notebook. You look… I don't know, like you're one spark away from catching fire."
Taesan's heart skipped a beat, Do-jin's words slicing through to the truth. He kept his expression steady, the weight of his secret searing like molten steel. "I'm fine," he said, his voice calm but strained. "Just got a lot to prove." Do-jin's faith was a spark of its own, and the trust they were building was a tether, but the spark of revelation was growing, and Taesan could feel the cracks spreading. The momentum was driving him forward, but the heat of exposure was closing in.
Do-jin nodded, clapping his shoulder. "You're a beast, man. Just don't burn out, yeah? I got your back, so let's kick the ball around later, okay?"
Taesan laughed, the sound easing the tension in his chest, though it felt fragile. "Deal. But you're buying the soda when we're rich." The tether of Do-jin's trust—I got your back—felt like a lifeline, one he'd cling to as the heat intensified.
After school, Taesan headed to a tutoring session at a café near the market, where he met Ji-woo, Soo-jin, Min-ho, Hye-rin, and Eun-ji, guiding them through advanced geometry with a patience drawn from his past life's struggles. The cramped space smelled of instant coffee and old books, and Min-ho's tentative smile as he grasped a concept was a small victory. The 35,000 won from the session felt like gold—a step toward his empire. As he left the café, he scanned the street for Min-soo's cronies, but their absence felt like a trap, a reminder that the bully's silence was temporary. His resolve hardened—he'd be ready when the confrontation came.
As he approached Choi's Taekwondo & Hapkido Academy, he was stopped by Sophie Leclerc, her ponytail swinging, her eyes blazing with determination. "Jang, we're done playing games," she said, her voice low but firm. "I found your notebook from last week—those stock predictions, the dates, the companies. No one your age knows that much about the market. Tell me the truth, or I'm taking this to the principal."
Taesan's pulse quickened, the spark of revelation flaring bright. His notebook—carelessly left in the café during a tutoring session—had betrayed him. He kept his expression neutral, his resolve a tempered blade. "You're fishing, Leclerc," he said, his voice steady but edged with steel. "That's just research for a project. You've got nothing." His heart pounded, the weight of his secret heavier than ever. Sophie's discovery was a spark that could ignite everything, and the moment of revelation was here.
Sophie's eyes narrowed, searching his face. "You're lying, Jang," she said, her voice softening but resolute. "I don't know how you know what you know, but I'm not letting this go." She held up a photocopied page from his notebook, the dates and stock names glaring like evidence. "Explain this, or I'm done asking nicely."
Taesan's mind raced, the ember of truth threatening to burst into flame. He couldn't tell her about the time-travel—not yet, not ever. But the spark of revelation was too close. "Keep it, Leclerc," he said, his voice calm but firm. "It's just notes. You're wasting your time." He turned and walked away, his heart pounding, the weight of the moment searing his resolve.
At the dojang, Taesan channeled his energy into training, the thwack of kicks and shouts of effort a release for his tension. Master Choi's voice boomed as Taesan practiced a taekwondo spinning hook kick, his form sharper, the movement flowing from his core. "Jang! Good! Now add power!" Choi barked, his stern face betraying a flicker of pride.
Noah worked nearby, practicing a hapkido wrist lock with a focus that mirrored Taesan's own. Taesan caught his eye, offering a nod, and Noah returned it, their bond growing stronger with each session. Taesan's mind flashed to Noah's future—a tech titan who'd reshape industries. He's not there yet, but he's mine to guide. The tether of Noah's trust fueled his resolve—he'd shape Noah's path, just as he was shaping his own, even as the spark of revelation threatened to ignite.
Choi paired Taesan with Hye-jun for sparring, the wiry senior grinning as they squared off. "Heard you're a legend now, Jang," Hye-jun teased, lunging with a quick jab. "Let's see if you fight like one."
Taesan blocked, his reflexes honed by weeks of drills, and countered with a spinning kick that grazed Hye-jun's shoulder, earning a surprised grunt. "Not bad," Hye-jun said, rubbing his shoulder with a grin. The spar continued, each move a testament to Taesan's growing strength, though the bruise on his shoulder ached with every block. The weight of his secret was searing, but the tether of trust from Noah and Do-jin was stronger—he was being forged into something unbreakable, even as the spark of revelation glowed brighter.
As the session ended, Noah approached, wiping his brow. "I saw Sophie with you," he said, his voice tinged with concern. "She looked serious. You okay, Taesan? What's going on?"
Taesan grinned, slinging his towel over his shoulder, his resolve burning bright despite the heat. "I'm fine, Noah. She's just curious. You're killing it with those scripts—keep it up, and you'll be unstoppable."
Noah's eyes lit up, a flicker of confidence breaking through. "Thanks, man. I'm sticking with you."
Choi's voice cut through. "Jang! Park! Save the hero talk for after class!" They bowed, sharing a quick laugh, and Taesan felt the pieces of his plan solidifying—Do-jin's trust, Noah's potential, Choi's guidance, the coins in his pocket.
Walking home under Noryangjin's neon glow, the stars faint against the city's electric haze, Taesan felt the spark of revelation burning within him. Sophie's discovery, Min-soo's threat, the mystery of his return—they were challenges he'd face head-on. The coins in his pocket, the strength in his body, the alliances he was forging—they were the foundation of something unstoppable.
He clenched his fists, his lips curling into a determined grin. The spark of revelation is close, but I'm stronger. I'm ready for what's next.