I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 275

I tried to imagine the future a little.

The massacre of a swarm of politicians—witnessed by countless people.

And then, the overwhelming number of Knights and mechas that appeared in Incheon like a swarm of bees.

People would finally come to realize.

That the existence called Koryo Militaris,

and the Koryo Group, which holds that Militaris as a subsidiary,

possesses a level of power that is absolutely absurd.

To be honest, I’m still a bit dazed myself since this is the first time I’ve properly witnessed it.

I can’t even imagine what it must feel like to someone who has no connection to it at all, just staring up at all that military might.

What would it feel like?

To watch Knights—called state-level weapons—not in dozens or hundreds, but just swarming together in a mob?

The closest thing I can imagine is the kind of hollow, meaningless awe an astronomer might feel staring into space... but maybe even that doesn’t quite compare.

‘Whatever it is, it won’t be boring, that’s for sure.’

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“I want to establish the Militaris Korean Peninsula Branch at Namdong Industrial Complex. Is that okay with you?”

“...Excuse me?”

Go Min-young, freshly washed and out of the shower, suddenly said something like that.

Not just the Incheon branch—she wanted to place the Korean Peninsula branch in Incheon, and ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) not just anywhere, but in Namdong Industrial Complex. An absolutely insane statement.

If it were just a regular Incheon branch, I could’ve brushed it off like, ‘Oh, they’re setting up something.’

But the Korean Peninsula branch?

That’s a massive-scale operation.

Namdong Industrial Complex can’t possibly support something like that.

Sure, it wouldn’t compare to the main headquarters in Dalian,

but even if you scaled it down, we’re still talking city-level.

You’d need infrastructure to support that colossal base. Probably a whole dedicated city.

Maybe you’d have to use Songdo, Namdong, and even the surrounding Wolgot area all together?

Or slap an artificial island of that scale onto it.

Either way, Namdong can’t handle it.

“...That’d be difficult. Namdong isn’t that big of a zone, to begin with.”

“Right?”

Go Min-young didn’t even look the slightest bit disappointed.

She probably knew already and was just throwing it out there.

Or maybe it was a setup for her next line.

“Then would it be okay to relocate the Incheon branch?”

“That would be fine... I was already working on attracting more of our subsidiaries. Though it’d have to wait until everything’s in order.”

“Good. That’s a relief.”

She smiled warmly.

This was her real goal from the start.

Maybe—just maybe—she was using basic negotiation strategy in case I refused at first.

You start by pitching something big, then lower the demand so the next one sounds reasonable.

It makes total sense.

Because otherwise, it wouldn’t make sense.

There’s no way someone like Go Min-young wouldn’t know how huge a continental branch of Militaris really is.

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It was morning when Go Min-young and I had intense sex.

And now it was lunchtime.

She looked busy, but still decided to have lunch with me.

I mobilized every chef I had and treated her to the grandest meal I could muster.

I don’t know if it really satisfied her picky palate, but thankfully, she seemed pleased.

“Muyeol, I think it’s time you took an official position in the Group.”

“...Excuse me?”

She suddenly dropped a bomb.

A role in the Group—something I hadn’t really thought about.

Honestly, it’s weird I don’t already have one,

but it still caught me off guard.

Maybe because I’ve been living so freely until now, and I’m more used to running my own business.

“I got the report about the recent incident.

Since you don’t hold any official title in the Group, people have been disrespecting you.

That’s just unacceptable.”

“...Ah.”

“You don’t have to feel pressured. You won’t actually be working.”

One of Go Min-young’s secretaries approached with an envelope.

It wasn’t Kang Hye-young, her chief secretary.

She’s probably still at Militaris, covering for Min-young’s absence.

“Start off as a non-executive director at Militaris. Like I said, there’s no actual work. And it’s an unregistered position, so you won’t have any legal responsibilities or restrictions from industrial regulations.”

“Thank you for considering me.”

If I don’t have to do anything, then whatever.

If you’re handing it to me, I’ll take it. Thanks.

“Haah...”

But Min-young suddenly let out a sigh, like something was bothering her.

“I’d give you equity if I could, but that old fart’s been throwing a fit.”

“...Excuse me?”

Wait, what?

She tried to give me equity, but Grandpa threw a fit?

What the hell is this about?

“He even tried to give you shares in Prestige, but stopped himself.

He said that if he just handed it over, you’d lose interest.”

“?????????????????”

The fuuuuuuck???

What the hell are you talking about???

He almost gave me shares in Prestige??

Grandpa, sir!

What the hell are you sayingggg!!!

“He said that since you’re in the prime of building your own company,

giving you shares now would douse your fire and hit you with a wave of reality.

I have to admit, once I heard it, I kind of agreed.

So we decided to put it on hold.”

“Ah... Oh... Yes... That... makes... sense...”

Wh—wha... Grandpa... I... I should punch—no, wait...

What the hell kind of logic is that?

Reality check?

It’s not like I just nutted mid-masturbation. Why would I get a reality check??

‘Wait... could it be because of that...?’

Grandpa asked me a few times before.

If I needed anything.

And every time, I’d act like a responsible entrepreneur and say I wanted to do it myself.

I just wanted to earn brownie points.

He looked so proud of me back then.

I didn’t think it’d come back to bite me like this...

‘Fuck...’

As I sat there dazed with my mouth half open, Go Min-young continued.

“It’s a hollow title—no salary, no equity—but it’ll be enough for business cards.

You’re a director of Militaris now, Muyeol.

Apart from the actual work, there’s no difference between you and my daughter.

No one can look down on you as some cast-off grandson anymore.”

“Th-thank you... really... I’m so... grateful...”

“...It hurts me that I can’t do more for you.”

I felt like all the strength was leaving my body.

I couldn’t even say no because I’d already made my own bed.

‘Why the fuck did I say that kind of shit back then...’

Prestige shares...

Militaris shares...

What the fuck is that worth in cash?

“Mm.”

As I was sinking into despair, Min-young checked the time and let out a sigh.

“Whew, I should get going.

I’d love to stay longer, but I can’t.

It was a sudden visit.”

“R-right... I understand.”

Still dazed, I walked her out.

Even as she left, she gave me one last wistful look.

I gave her an awkward smile and waved, and she waved back from beyond the AV window.

Once her AV disappeared from sight—

Thud.

I collapsed to the floor.

“Master!”

Soo-ah rushed over, kneeling beside me with a worried look.

“Soo-ah...”

“...Yes?”

“How much... did Muyeol Financial lose... this time...?”

“....”

She looked conflicted, but eventually answered.

“Approximately... 4 trillion won, Master.”

“...Hahaha.”

I laughed.

Four trillion?

What even is that?

Is that even money?

“Chump change.”

“....”

“Go buy me some gum.

Maybe if you look hard enough, you’ll find a four-trillion-won pack.”

“Master...”

“Seriously... total... chump change...”

I was muttering nonsense in a hollow voice, when suddenly my body went limp and my mind started drifting.

“Gasp! Master!!”

“...Ah...”

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It was a chaotic concert hall.

Deafening cheers, pounding bass that throbbed in your chest.

The thumping EDM and cold sprays of water scattered everywhere gave some relief to the muggy summer air.

Summer.

Concert.

Night breeze.

And guitar.

𝄞𝄰𝅘𝅥𝅲𝅘𝅥𝅰𝅘𝅥~𝅗𝅥

Go Minji, praised as the greatest guitarist of this era, strummed her instrument with a graceful and serene smile.

A beautiful melody rang out.

“Kyaaa~ Unnie~~!! Take meee!!!”

Despite being a woman, she was incredibly popular—not just with men, but with women too.

Next came the drums.

Once again, played by none other than Go Minji, also hailed as the era’s greatest drummer.

The cheers reached a fever pitch.

But the orchestra didn’t stop there.

World’s best pianist, Go Minji, wearing a backless dress, delicately played the keys with elegance.

And then—her performance as the world’s best violinist.

The flute was amazing, too.

Of course—it’s Go Minji. She is the flute.

The audience, overtaken by ear-gasms, clasped their hands together and listened like meerkats in awe.

And then came Go Minji, who’d received the award for World’s Best Rapper, delivering an off-beat flow that smacked straight into the ears.

The summer night concert hall had never been hotter.

Finally—the finale.

Legendary rocker Go Minji grabbed the mic.

With the crowd roaring around her, she belted it out with a powerful voice.

“CRUSHED BENEATH THE CAAALAAAMITY YOU YOURSELF CALLED DOOOOOWN~~!!!”

...Huh?

“THE SKY IS SHROUDED WITH SIIIGHHHHS~~~!!!”

Wait, hold up.

Why is Go Minji—

The moment I thought that,

every person in the crowd turned their heads to me in perfect unison.

And they sang.

“““CRUSHED BENEATH THE CAAAALAAAMITY YOU YOURSELF CALLED DOOOWN~~~!!!”””

“AAAAHHH FUCK!!!!”

I woke up from the dream.

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