In the greed-filled world of corporate empires and magic knights, Min Jae was a king in business, with pockets so deep he could drown in them. That is, until his life deemed his playthrough unfair and gave him a red card. Poison was his family's best friend, as everyone had at least tasted it once, not twice because they never could. Death was never on his calendar, neither was an offer for a divine gig. Enter the Deity of Stories, a celestial being with a fetish for plot twists, who offers Min Jae a deal he can't refuse: become her cosmic cameraman. No, not the kind with a lens, but one who records the tales of mortals. In return, he gets a second shot at life, in a world where his dearly departed parents are alive and well, ready to dote on him from birth. Reborn as Judge (because “Min Jae 2.0” sounded too dull), our protagonist quickly realizes that the world he’s been sent to is a bustling steampunk utopia, complete with airships, clockwork contraptions, and an alarming lack of Wi-Fi. But who needs the internet when you’ve got a sharp mind, a divine camera, and the ambition to become a god? Judge isn’t just here to record stories; he’s here to write them, starring himself as the unseen mastermind pulling all the strings. With trust issues that make Fort Knox look like an open house, he manipulates nobles, outwits industrial boss battles, and generally makes a glorious mess of things. All while trying to keep his dear parents oblivious to his less-than-angelic schemes. But can he maintain control as the stakes rise and the game becomes ever more complex? And what happens when the Deity of Stories decides to edit his script? And what's this, colleagues?