Prosecutor Kim Seo-Jin - Chapter 1

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Rebirth (1)
—This is a breaking report. Prosecutor Seo Jun-kyung, who was under investigation for sexual assault allegations involving a staff member, has been found dead in a redevelopment apartment in Songpa-gu. Prosecutor Seo Jun-kyung was…
That winter, Prosecutor Seo Jun-kyung died.
A man raised as an orphan, who graduated from the Korea National Open University, and who had devoured the bar exam and the judicial training institute.
His colleagues called him righteous, but his end was miserable.
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The sound of breakfast preparations drifted from the kitchen.
Seo Jin took a seat in the kitchen.
Just as the woman helping with kitchen work placed a bowl of dried pollack soup on the table, Father appeared with a haggard face.
Father’s name was Kim Jun-man.
Though he had a touch of pretense, he was attentive to his family and not a bad man at heart.
Father sat down and asked.
“You start work tomorrow, right? Are you leaving today?”
The smell of alcohol wafted from Father’s breath even this early in the morning.
He had clearly come home drinking until dawn last night as well.
I couldn’t call it shameful.
As someone who operated a construction company, drinking with the civil servants who issued permits was an important part of his business.
Seo Jin nodded.
“Yes, I’m planning to leave in the evening.”
“Is that so? Good then. I’ll call your uncle this evening, so let’s have dinner together.”
“Brother, ask Uncle to let you rest a bit longer.”
A handsome man with a gentle smile—my younger brother Jin-young.
He was twenty-six years old.
He dreamed of becoming a chef and worked at a hotel restaurant.
Our parents hoped he would join Father’s company, but his resolve was firm.
“Ah, it’s fine. I’ve rested well.”
Finally, Mother emerged from her room.
An elegant woman whom many women dreamed of becoming—one who never got her hands wet.
That was Mother, Oh Mi-jung.
She met Father in her senior year of university, became pregnant, and married in haste.
Even now, she was quite beautiful for her age, and she had a particular conviction that French products were the finest.
That’s why most things in the house were made in France.
From dishes to handbags.
Oh, she preferred German cars.
Mother sat down and spoke.
“I’ll skip the rice and have a croissant instead.”
As expected, she chose bread over rice.
The woman brought out the bread with practiced ease, and only then did Father pick up his spoon.
“Let’s eat.”
My father and mother possessed both wealth and connections.
They lacked nothing in the material sense.
Yet they shared a singular complex.
Education.
Kim Jun-man had only a high school diploma, while Oh Mi-jung had abandoned her studies due to pregnancy.
They sought to fulfill that complex through their son, taking immense pride in Seo Jin.
Seo Jin had graduated from Korea’s most prestigious university and now served as a prosecutor.
Though still in his probationary period, working and learning at a local prosecutor’s office in Gangwon Province, his parents—especially his father, who had built his empire without formal education—harbored tremendous pride in him.
Shortly after, the meal concluded.
Entering my room, I gazed into the mirror and attempted various smiles.
‘Still unfamiliar….’
The name Seo Jin and this face felt alien to me.
Until a few weeks ago, I was not Kim Seo-jin but Prosecutor Seo Jun-kyung of the Republic of Korea.
Not a man in his late twenties but a veteran prosecutor in his early forties—a prodigy who had grown up an orphan, graduated from Korea National Open University, and devoured the bar exam and judicial training with ease.
But after fighting the powerful in pursuit of justice, I was murdered and made to look like suicide. When I awoke, I inhabited this body.
At first, everything was chaos. My father used his influence to ensure no psychiatric records remained, shuttling me between mental hospitals.
The diagnosis I received was amnesia.
Well… humans are creatures of adaptation, so after about three weeks, I began to comprehend my situation.
I now accept that Seo Jun-kyung is dead.
I took a moment to organize everything that had transpired.
-Seo Jun-kyung is dead.
-Now I am Kim Seo-jin.
-A young body.
-Wealthy parents.
In truth, my father Kim Jun-man represented exactly the type of person I despised most.
Men who earned like dogs and spent like dogs.
People who slipped bribes to prosecutors without fear of the law.
Moreover, my father Kim Jun-man’s younger brother was Prosecutor General Kim Young-jun.
The malevolent force that drove Seo Jun-kyung to death and one of the hidden powers orchestrating the Republic of Korea.
And when I was Prosecutor Seo Jun-kyung, it was Prosecutor General Kim Young-jun whom I had confronted.
-My father’s younger brother is Prosecutor General Kim Young-jun.
-My enemy, yet my uncle.
I exhaled deeply.
What could I do about this….
Such a person had become my parent.
I retrieved my Boston bag and began packing my belongings.
I was heading to my rented room tonight.
In the three weeks since becoming Seo Jin from Seo Jun-kyung, I had not reported to the local prosecutor’s office.
My father’s younger brother, Uncle Prosecutor General Kim Young-jun, had used his influence to arrange this.
But that time has now ended.
Starting tomorrow, I have to report to the Local Prosecutor’s Office.
I’ve given this considerable thought.
Should I go in, or should I not?
Starting over as a trainee, what could I possibly accomplish?
Should I just abandon it all and become a lawyer instead?
At the end of that deliberation, Seo Jin saw his true desire laid bare.
My previous life ended pathetically, but this time I’ll discard all that hollow talk of justice, law, and humanity—I want to possess everything.
Money, power, everything.
In my past life I was an orphan, but this time I have a father who runs a prestigious construction company.
Though he’s devilish, my uncle is Kim Young-jun, the prosecutor general with strong prospects for the position of Prosecutor General.
If I leverage everything available to me….
I can have it all and take whatever I want.
Before, I wanted to make the world just. Now, I want to devour it.
As I packed my belongings, I found myself lost in thought, my fingers absently tapping against my bag.
But soon I shook my head.
A body and soul had been exchanged—something illogical, something bordering on shamanic belief, had occurred.
For now, I need to hide my ambition and adapt.
‘Slowly….’

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