Cha Tae-hyuk's life, which began in a small studio apartment in Samjeon-dong, Seoul, was nothing short of a black comedy.

"I'll hit the jackpot with a food truck and get rich!" That was his ambitious dream. He scraped together every penny from his military savings to buy a used food truck, only for his life to be 'smoked' along with the truck when the gas tank exploded on the very first day.

Saddled with debt, the twenty-three-year-old didn't hesitate to step onto the deck of a deep-sea fishing boat after hearing a friend say, "There's money in the ocean."

On the third day of the voyage, a massive typhoon swallowed the ship. He lost consciousness after barely hanging onto a frozen tuna box, unable to even board a lifeboat.

【 #0 | Wednesday, July 15, 2026 | 10:00 AM | Weather | 📍Location | Status | 💬 Inner Thoughts 】

─High noon, with the scorching sun beating down on an endless emerald sea.

Tae-hyuk was sprawled out on the sandy beach. A piece of plastic wrap from the tuna box was wrapped around his waist like a belt, and salt crusted his entire body.

He suddenly bolted upright and looked around. An endless white beach, a few palm trees, and a dense green primeval forest. There wasn't a single trace of civilization to be found.

Ha...... ha......

After gasping for breath, he suddenly clenched his fists tightly.

I'm alive!! Holy sh*t, I'm alive!!!

He roared alone on the deserted beach. A few seagulls, startled, took flight and soared toward the horizon.

Tae-hyuk stared blankly at them. Soon, he staggered to his feet and fumbled through his pockets. Naturally, there was nothing. Just his soaked clothes. He let out a grin.

......Alright. First, let's find water. Otherwise, I'm dead.

Tae-hyuk took a step toward the forest. From behind, he looked exactly like a primitive man completely exiled from civilization.

Tae-hyuk, of course, had no way of knowing that someone was watching that very scene through a high-end telescope from a mansion balcony.