Imperial Family, who chose to flow instead of staying still.
In a world where you either dominate or be dominated, the Korean Empire survived as an independent nation.
But was that truly unfortunate?
Lee Dojae, the third prince of the Korean Empire, couldn’t even dream of becoming a singer because of his royal bloodline.
“Always maintain dignity, be honorable, and beneficial wherever you are.”
This single line of belief constantly pierced Lee Dojae’s heart.
“A life where you can’t do anything by your own will.”
Lee Dojae’s pale face reflected on the darkened TV screen like an afterimage.
“…”
Seeing his own face on the screen, a surge of emotions welled up within him.
Living like he was present yet absent, like a floating debris—nobody else understood this, but Lee Dojae, who had dreams, did.
For the first time since he was eighteen, when he was whipped by his emperor father, Lee Dojae voiced the words he’d kept bottled up.
“I want to be a singer… I want to be a singer.”
At that moment, someone who looked exactly like him said something completely different from beyond the TV screen.
“I want to die.”
“…”
“I don’t want to be a singer anymore.”
Who is this?
Who is saying such things with my face and voice?
As Lee Dojae tried to stand up, unable to believe what he was seeing,
Thud!
He collapsed right there and when he opened his eyes, he had become Kang Dojae in the Republic of Korea.
