King Ji jong

King Ji Jong of Joseon sat on his grand throne, staring out of the high palace window. The sunlight streamed in, but it could not warm his heart. His father had been a brave warrior, killed in battle against the Mings when Ji Jong was just a boy. He had lost his elder brother that day too, a noble man who had been prepared to lead the kingdom. Instead, Ji Jong was put on the throne at a young age, and his rule felt more like a puppet show than a monarchy. The nobles and advisors watched him closely, their eyes filled with suspicion. They treated him like a piece on a chessboard, moving him according to their plans. They wanted power, and Ji Jong often felt trapped, unable to make u single decision without asking for permission. As days turned into weeks, he grew tired of the constant manipulation. The nobles whispered in corners, sending spies to watch his every step. The weight of their gazes made him uneasy, but he had a secret — one that could change everything. Deep beneath the palace, hidden in a forgotten chamber, lay an ancient relic. It was said to hold the power of the universe within it. Ji Jong had discovered it when he was exploring one night, and he had kept it a secret, knowing it could be dangerous. But now, he needed its power.