1979, Manager Kim is Inheriting Dictatorship! - Chapter 1



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Episode 1

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“I shot the spirit’s heart with the heart of a beast.”

The judge begins to mutter and curses can be heard here and there.

Spectators watching the trial rise from their seats and shout in anger.

“That bastard deserves to be killed!!”

“That guy killed Your Majesty! Why aren’t you sentencing him to death right now?!”

The commotion continued for a while, and when it died down a little, the judge finally pronounced the verdict.

“The defendant Kim Jeong-guk is sentenced to death.”

The execution date was set just four days after the final verdict was handed down.

“Kim Jung-guk, come out. This is an interview.”

Soldiers come and drag me away.

‘An interview? That’s nonsense.’

It’s ridiculous to ask someone who has committed sedition to visit you.

I guess today is execution day.

“Is today the execution day?”

The soldiers dragging me away don’t say anything.

I understand it in my head, but my heart feels a little disappointed.

And a little while later, the soldiers took me to the execution room.

I thought I was prepared, but when I saw the gallows, the fear of death that I thought was now distant began to creep up on me again.

‘I’m a little nervous now that I’m about to die…’

The executioners have already finished preparing, and several reporters have arrived to take pictures.

The executioner asks me one last question before the soldiers carry me to the gallows.

“Do you have any final words?”

‘It’s a will…’

I think for a moment and then answer.

“I am doing what I have to do for the people. My men are innocent.”

“.. .. .. Since we have invited monks and pastors, would you like to receive the ceremony (a ceremony performed by a priest)?”

“It’s okay. I just want to thank everyone for coming all this way and working hard for me.”

With those last words, the soldiers grabbed me by both arms and led me to the gallows.

He grips the prayer beads in his hand even tighter.

Is it the fear of death?

Or maybe it’s because of regret?

My hands are covered in sweat.

Did my actions have any meaning?

Even if you are in solitary confinement, you cannot be unaware of the stories coming from outside.

Last December, soldiers reportedly mutinied again.

The current president is not a man of substance.

It was clear as day that a new military junta, probably rebelling, would soon seize power again.

Could they really be better at politics than Your Majesty?

I also fear that perhaps my actions may have actually caused the Republic of Korea to go in a worse direction.

Ultimately, I have a fundamental question about whether or not the choice I made was the right one.

But now the time has come when we can no longer even worry about such things.

A rope is put around his neck and the chair that was at his feet is finally removed.

There’s a rope around my neck, and my breathing is getting harder and harder.

Consciousness becomes clouded.

The life of Kim Jong-guk, the most trusted subordinate of President Lee Jung-hwan, the director of the Central Intelligence Agency and the pinnacle of the Yushin regime, and the one who ended the Yushin era by killing him, has ended.

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Christmas Eve.

We, who have already been together for 5 years and are in a long-term relationship, came to the movie theater to enjoy a light Christmas.

The movie I watched was a movie titled ‘The Chiefs of That Time’ which is currently ranked number one at the box office. The content of the movie was about the life of Kim Jong-guk, the main culprit of the October 26 Incident.

I was wondering if it would be a good movie for a couple to watch on Christmas, but I decided to go with this one because the reviews were so good.

“How was it? Was the movie fun?”

“Yeah! Honestly, I thought it would be boring, but it was actually quite exciting.”

Se-eun looks at me and smiles brightly.

“Really? That’s good. Well then, let’s go downstairs and eat. It’s Christmas, so let’s get in the mood and go eat some pasta.”

“Pasta? Okay!”

“Then wait here. I’ll bring the car right away.”

The elevator is full of people, probably because it’s Christmas.

I hurried to the underground parking lot to get my car, pushing through the crowd.

But when he came down to the underground parking lot, he saw a car blocking the road in front of his car.

“What… Se-eun will be waiting···.”

When I got closer, I saw that fortunately there was someone in the driver’s seat.

“Excuse me. Please move the car.”

But the person in the driver’s seat didn’t seem to have any intention of answering.

‘what···.’

When there was no answer to his several shouts, he knocked on the driver’s window with his hand and shouted.

“Excuse me! Move the car out of the way!”

When there was still no response, Myeong-ho felt something was wrong and went to the front of the car to check the driver’s condition.

Fortunately, the front window was less tinted, so the driver was clearly visible.

‘Wait a minute… why is that face like that…?’

It was strange.

The driver’s face was red and his eyes were closed.

There he was, muttering something to himself.

Anyone who looked at him could tell that he was drunk.

‘No way…? Are you drinking?’

“Excuse me! Are you drunk?”

Myungho shouts loudly at the driver.

Then suddenly the driver opens his eyes half-asleep.

Then he quickly puts the gear into D.

‘What.. what is it..!’

As Myungho senses something strange and tries to avoid it, the car blocking the road starts making a loud noise.

And then, before Myung-ho could even avoid it, the drunk driver pushed Myung-ho over.

bang!!!

Myungho’s body flies far away.

People nearby come running at the loud noise, and only then does someone come out of the driver’s seat of the car that caused the accident.

“Ugh… what… what is this… .”

The person who came out of the car was a woman who looked to be in her 20s.

The woman had drunk so much that she couldn’t control her body properly even after coming out.

The woman looked at Myungho bleeding profusely and didn’t know what to do, so she ran away without taking any action.

After a while, people nearby came running and reported it to 119 and gave emergency measures, but I was able to figure it out on my own.

This is death.

“Are you okay? I called 119, so just wait a moment!”

My consciousness was fading. I was hit by a car and my internal organs were damaged, so I was losing consciousness even when I was just breathing.

“.. .. .. .. ..”

Even the strength to moan was disappearing.

“Hey, 119! This is the underground parking lot of Se-ryong Shopping Mall. There’s a person who was hit by a car and it’s an emergency! Please come quickly!”

119 was coming, but I wasn’t confident I could hold out until the ambulance arrived.

Just before my eyes close, I see Se-eun.

“Oppa!!!”

Se-eun sees me lying on the ground and runs to me, sobbing.

And that was the last scene I saw before I died.

He was hit and killed by a drunk driver during a Christmas Eve date.

That was the signature of 27-year-old Han Myeong-ho.

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‘Han Myeong-ho’

There was a time when I had dreams of great success and of making the Republic of Korea even greater.

In a word, Han Myeong-ho was a person full of patriotism.

But that doesn’t mean that Myeongho was an irrational person like an ignorant nationalist.

He was a man who literally loved South Korea and wanted to make South Korea greater.

So, after he finished his military service and graduated from college, he joined a youth organization of a political party and began working there.

From a political standpoint, Han Myeong-ho was a pretty good person.

He was young, handsome, and had a good academic background.

He was bound to stand out, as he also had a knack for speaking.

He quickly rose to the position of Gyeonggi Provincial Party Youth Committee Chairman.

But the deeper he got involved in politics, the more disappointed Myeongho became.

Those so-called politicians had no idea how to make South Korea a better country.

The only thing on their minds was how to maintain their position and how to move up to a higher position.

And the same was true for local voters.

Most voters wanted their areas to develop and for the value of their homes to increase.

They were not particularly interested in the development of the entire Republic of Korea.

Even though it was clearly a huge loss for the country as a whole, people were willing to vote for politicians who implemented such policies if it increased the price of their homes in their own neighborhoods.

It’s been two years since I entered politics.

I have come to the conclusion that nothing can be changed with the current political situation.

Even if you worked hard to become a member of the National Assembly or president, there was a limit to what you could change.

It was impossible to make this country a great power.

Although he was offered to run for a local council seat in his 20s, Myung-ho gave it all up and withdrew from politics.

After that, I completely turned off my interest in politics. I voted, but that was it.

I got a job, dated, and lived an ordinary life like everyone else, and I thought I would continue living this ordinary life in the future.

But his ordinary and boring daily life began to change significantly.

“.. .. .. ..”

‘Are you alive..?’

Consciousness returned.

It looks so realistic that it’s probably not the afterlife.

I thought it might be a hospital, but no matter how I looked at the surroundings, it didn’t seem to be a hospital.

And the eye level, the sensation felt in the body, all of these things were telling me that this body did not belong to Han Myeong-ho.

‘Have you been reincarnated?’

Since I came back from the dead, even if I was reincarnated as a dog or a pig, I would have to accept it and say, ‘Oh, thank you.’ But I couldn’t do that now.

The moment I came to my senses and looked around, I realized that my current situation was by no means easy, even compared to being born as a dog or a pig.

‘what’s this.. .. ..’

He was holding a Walther pistol in his hand, and in front of his eyes, the chief of security at the Blue House and President Lee Jung-hwan, the pinnacle of the Yushin regime, were lying on the ground, bleeding.

“Gyaaaah..!!!”

The women nearby were screaming and shaking, and then a man came into the room wielding a gun.

“Sir, everything outside has been taken care of.”

“.. .. .. ..”

I’m at a loss as to what to do.

Again, the feeling of reality is fading away.

“Boss! Time is urgent.”

“.. .. .. ..”

As I stood there without saying anything, the man shook me and shouted louder.

“Boss! The dice have already been rolled!”

I looked at the man and asked.

“Excuse me.. what day is it today?”

“What day is it today..? Isn’t this the day the manager mentioned..! October 26th! Manager! You need to come to your senses!”

‘October 26th···!’

I definitely felt like I knew who I had been reincarnated into now.

And I could clearly see what day it was and what the situation was.

I couldn’t not know.

It was the same situation as the movie I saw a few hours ago.

Even if it wasn’t a movie, it was a situation that at least any Korean person could not help but know.

I was resurrected as Kim Jung-guk, the director of the Central Intelligence Agency during the October 26 Incident.

‘What should I do now…!’

Just when I had no idea what to do, I felt a familiar vibration in my pocket.

Wheeeeeeeeing!

And when I took out my pants pocket, there was my usual smartphone, the Galaxy 23 Ultra, vibrating.