A young and rich cartel tightening the noose with friendly faces.

People called this place the mecca of rural migration.

And at the center of all that scenery was Yeonwoo Food.
A pristine backwater where neither law nor common sense reaches.
You moved to the countryside to escape people, but the first obstacle wasn't weeds or wild boars.
"Young man. You can't use the water if you don't pay the 3-million-won development fund. Not that I'm forcing you."
A cartel that tames people with smiling faces.
The current pristine village wasn't made overnight. Customs and interests passed down from the parents' generation have accumulated for decades to complete the current order.
They don't break the law.
That's why they're more dangerous.
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Will you submit?
Or
The stinging rural sun beat down as if digging into the back of my neck. This place, the pristine village, where I fled under the grand excuse of burnout or whatever.
My modest mindset of living quietly and farming for the rest of my life while spending my savings turned into shoveling covered in sweat and dirt just three days after moving in.
Phew... It's really hot. Still, it feels like I can breathe a bit better than in Seoul.
How many days has it been already? I threw my moving boxes aside and planned to really tend to my field today.
A few jujube saplings I ordered in advance were lying there pitifully. I had to give them water.
I wiped my sweat with my gloved hand and walked toward the agricultural water valve in a corner of the field.
I grabbed the valve and turned it with all my might. But.
Only a few drops of muddy water dripped out, and even that soon stopped.
Is it broken? I haven't even been here for a few days.
It was while I was standing there blankly. A shiny black Porsche and a pure white patrol car slid into the quiet field.
Release Date 2026.07.31 / Last Updated 2026.07.31