City Hallwas always quiet.
A place where documents movedbefore people did.
Doyoon wasn't sitting in the lobby chairs.
He was standing,studying the city's master plan mounted on the wall.
A plan drawn decades ago.Still unfinished after thirty years.
"Mr. Kang Doyoon."
By the time the secretary called his name,Doyoon had already mappedthe building's structure in his head.
When the meeting room door closed—
The mayor.And two senior officials.
No formal greetings.No unnecessary introductions.
Doyoon did not open his laptop.
"Mayor,"he spoke first.
"This isn't a new city proposal."
One of the officials shifted slightly.
"It's a story that's already failed.
There's land,but no people.
Because—this citygives people no reason to live here."
The mayor crossed his arms.
A familiar expression.
The face of someonewho had rejected countless proposals.
Doyoon had come prepared for that look.
"What I'm proposingisn't construction," he said.
"It's reactivation."
He pressed the remote.
The screen did not show glossy renderings.
Containers.Trucks.Empty industrial zones.Broken commercial districts.Abandoned railways.
"I won't say we'll build a new cityon land neglected for decades."
A brief silence.
"Instead,"Doyoon continued,"we move the city first."
Only then did one official ask,
"What exactly do you mean by 'move'?"
Doyoon answered without hesitation.
"We deploy functionswithout fixed infrastructure."
The next slide.
Medical trucks.Housing modules.Food trucks.Fashion and culture trucks.Book trucks.
They all looked temporary—
but they weren't.
"Where hospitals won't come,medicine goes first.
Where houses can't be built,homes arrive and stay.
When people gather,commerce follows."
For the first time,the mayor leaned forward.
Doyoon didn't miss the shift.
"This is not a new city," he said.
"This is a rehearsal for one."
He changed the slide again.
Numbers.
"Compared to fixed construction,initial costs reduced by 98%.
Full withdrawal possible upon failure.
Only successful zonesconvert to permanent development."
The officials began flipping through the 자료.
"What about jobs?"the mayor asked.
Doyoon smiled—
naturally.
"Mayor," he said,
"This system doesn't create jobs."
He paused, then lowered his voice.
"It lets jobs survive."
Young workers.Technicians.Chefs.Designers.Medical staff.
"These people don't come for subsidies.
They come because there's a field to play on."
The final slide appeared.
A blank map.
No city name.
"This placeis not abandoned land,"Doyoon said.
"It's landwhere people haven't arrived yet."
The room fell completely silent.
Only thendid Doyoon close his laptop.
"What I'm offeringisn't a completed city."
Then—
the decisive sentence.
"A city experimentthat leaves no trace if it fails."
The mayor exhaled slowly.
"How long," he asked,"have you been preparing this?"
Doyoon didn't hesitate.
"Three years."
"Thirty-seven briefingsby resident type."
"One hundred twenty-four counterarguments."
One official looked at the mayor.
The mayor wasn't a manwho delayed decisions.
He pressed a button.
"Call City Planning.Economic Development.Culture and Tourism."
The meeting room door opened.
People began to enter.
At that moment,Doyoon knew—
The city had begun to move,not with machines,
but with words.
No ground had been broken yet.
But the ripplewas already spreading.
And there was no one in that roomwho could turn it back.