In Buddhism, there is a saying called "seasonal karma." Everything comes into being when cause and effect combine, and it vanishes when cause and effect separate. In other words, it is said that every connection has a reason. So, is there a reason why I died and came back to life as the son of a Shandong tycoon...? Did they just toss me into this unfamiliar martial arts world because I kept chanting about being born with a silver spoon? It annoys me that the worldview isn't unified, but if that's the case, I thought I'd just have to survive. However, the enemies' blessings are endless, and with the silver spoon I managed to snatch, I'm forced to start by learning to dig in the dirt. Seriously, what's the point of talking about self-made success in this situation? So, I started. In this wretched world where dying while running around with a sword is accepted as a matter of course, I felt that someone had to take care of the remaining family. I thought that if I became disabled, at least I had to provide a way for them to live. I am rooting for your life. - Jin Yeo-rip, CEO of Yeo-rip Insurance. ※ This story is a martial arts tale. It merely borrows from modern insurance and may differ from the actual concept or content.