It started as a glitch.

Midday Seoul, televisions across the city blinked black.
Billboards shorted. Smartphones vibrated.
Even the big LED ad screens in Myeongdong went static.

Then her face appeared.

Do Mi Na.

Alive. Cold. In control.

Hair slicked back, suit crisp, gaze unwavering.

“My name is Do Mi Na.
You may remember me as a rumor, a disgraced scientist, or a ghost in the family of a once-famous strong woman.”

She smiled, and it made the city flinch.

“I’m here to tell you the truth: strength is no longer inherited.
It can be given. Manufactured. Controlled.
I’ve done it. And I’ve built something far greater than bloodlines or fairy tales.”

Behind her, on-screen, a figure appeared—a prototype soldier lifting a car over his head.

“The age of random miracles is over.
From this day forward, you choose whether you want to be powerful… or powerless.”

The screen cut to black.

One final line burned in across the city:

“Blue Star Dynamics – Accept your evolution.”

In the An household, the living room was dead silent.

Then Bong Soon stood.

“No more hiding,” she said.

By nightfall, the world had changed.

The news ran panicked segments.
Talk shows brought in “enhancement ethicists.”
The government issued a statement denying knowledge.
And the black market exploded with fake enhancement pills and fake strength “consultants.”

But the name Do Mi Na now lived in everyone’s mouth.

And the city started to look at strong women differently.