I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 315
“This place really amazes me every time I come.”
“Does it?”
A massive underground hangar.
More precisely, we were in the elevator descending into that hangar, and since the walls were transparent, the entire view of the hangar was laid out before us.
Is this even real? It blows my mind every time. How did they even do this?
It was clearly underground, and yet the cavity was massive.
I narrowed my eyes and stared, but I still couldn’t see where it ended.
Seeing this kind of vastness stretching out in all directions made me wonder—what if the entire ground just collapsed one day?
But no way...
I’d had that same uneasy feeling the last time I was here, but nothing happened.
I just had to trust they knew what they were doing.
Anyway, the hangar’s scale was overwhelming to that degree—but even more shocking was the fact that hardly any of it was empty.
This entire area was packed full of weapons.
Most notably—mechas.
Mechas here, mechas there, mechas over there, mechas on this side.
There were so many lined up in every direction that it almost looked like someone had arranged a collection of plastic models.
And it wasn’t just mechas. Pretty much every kind of “weapon” one could think of was here.
Depending on the zone, there were sections full of ground weapons—tanks, armored vehicles, self-propelled artillery, all lined up in rows.
In the aerial weapon zones, there were countless aircrafts—no telling whether they even had assigned pilots—just stretching endlessly in formation.
Some of them were massive bombers with wingspans that looked to be tens of meters across.
If I had to guess the total number, it was probably in the tens of thousands at least.
Even if this was the main base, seeing this much hardware crammed into the basement of a single HQ was just—absurd.
“Yeah... I feel like I can’t breathe every time I see this.”
“Phew. Right? I really don’t know when I’ll get around to clearing out all this trash. It’s overwhelming.”
“...Sorry? What?”
“?”
Trash?
Those are trash?
“Wait... those are trash?”
“Hmm?”
My stunned reaction actually made Go Min-young look more startled than I was.
But soon she went “Ah,” opened her mouth with a smile, and started explaining.
“You wouldn’t know, Muyeol. All of that’s outdated hardware. You could still use it, technically, but it’s obviously best to deploy the latest weaponry, right?”
“...”
Wait, what?
You could probably take just the stuff down here and go to war with the entire planet—and this is all just outdated junk they’ve left behind? And they’re even thinking about throwing it out?
What the hell kind of trash is this???
I was in shock.
“We kept them /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ because it felt wasteful to throw away, but even that’s reaching its limit. There’s nowhere to use them, and exporting them doesn’t feel right either. So we’ve been scrapping them little by little over the past few years. It costs money just to maintain them.”
“...”
Seriously, what the hell is this place?
I’m speechless.
So once you swallow up all of continental Korea, start collecting massive annual tribute from the Chinese Twenty Nations, and extend your reach across all of Asia... this is the kind of nonsense you can pull, huh?
People call the National Intelligence Service’s demon-breeding facility “the Abyss,”
but maybe the real Abyss is the Koryo Group.
From what I can see, that’s the truth.
“So... then the real hangar is...?”
“Three levels further down.”
I couldn’t help but laugh.
****
The hangar housing Baekseol’s personal unit was located two layers below the so-called trash pile.
To be honest, in my limited perspective, I thought it would be more efficient to keep frequently used hangars closer to the surface. But I’m sure they had their reasons—maybe to withstand bunker-busting missiles or something.
Anyway, we finally arrived at the real hangar—and maybe because it only housed special units, its scale was a bit smaller compared to the one above.
Of course, that’s only “smaller” in comparison.
By normal standards, it was still insanely huge.
“This is... Baekseol’s personal unit...”
Even within that specialized hangar, we moved into a separately isolated section.
As soon as the door opened, the first thing that hit us was a gigantic mecha that stirred a man’s deepest fantasies—
Surrounded by cranes and equipment that looked like rocket launch support systems,
With all kinds of machines and small robots bustling around it.
This... This thing is oversized, even by special unit standards.
Mass-produced mechas are usually around 15 meters tall.
Personal units are about 17 meters.
But Baekseol’s personal mecha clearly wasn’t anywhere near those numbers.
Was it because Baekseol’s specs were just that ridiculous, like her exclusive armaments?
“Hm. Looks like your little toy is quite something. I’ve never seen one this size before.” 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺
“...That impressive?”
Even Go Min-young, who rarely showed surprise, quietly nodded.
Her profile as she gazed upward was beautiful.
“This thing—this is 8th-gen?”
“Yes, Vice President. It’s a personal unit based on 8th-gen tech.
More precisely, it incorporates findings from our 9th-gen R&D, so it’s a Gen 8.5.”
“Gen 8.5... So the very latest?”
“Yes. It’s the most advanced mecha we’re currently capable of constructing.”
“The strongest...”
“What’s the height on this thing?”
“The pilot’s specs were so exceptional, we had to scale it down significantly.”
“...”
“Originally, it would’ve needed to be over 30 meters tall.
But if we built it that large, it would’ve required entirely new weapon systems.
So we suppressed the size as much as possible.”
“And this is the result?”
“Yes. It’s a 26.8-meter monster.”
Absolutely insane.
Even among personal units, this was clearly a command-class beast.
“Seol-ah, go climb in.”
“Gasp... Ah! Y-Yes...!”
Baekseol, who’d been staring up at it in a daze, jumped at my words.
She wiggled her hips as she hurried down toward the platform.
Even faster than the secretaries leading her—she must’ve been excited, too.
“Your toy looks better than I expected. Doesn’t seem like the kind of girl I can just dismiss.”
“Right?”
“So actually—I want to designate this unit as the new mass-production model.”
“You want to... mass-produce this?”
A 26.8-meter monster unit.
That’s the height of an entire building—and she wants to make it the standard?
“Of course, if we go into mass production, it’ll be somewhat degraded.
But even then, it’d be better than what we have now.
Besides, Gen 9 development has been slower than we expected.
By adapting the Gen 8.5 unit for mass production, we might even find a breakthrough.”
“Gen 9...”
My mouth was itching to say something.
“Oh, and one more thing.”
Go Min-young looked at Kang Hye-young as if she’d remembered something.
Then, from the bag she was holding, Kang Hye-young pulled out a document envelope and walked toward me.
Sssshk.
“This is a gift for the young master from the Vice President.”
“?”
I accepted it with both hands, and when I looked back at Go Min-young, she gave me a motherly smile.
“After I saw you hijack that Knight without authorization, I thought about a lot of things.”
“Ah.”
She must be talking about Eunhwa...
“It really doesn’t make sense for my nephew to have only one exclusive Knight.”
“...!!”
N-no way...??
“I selected thirteen of the most outstanding cadet Knights from all the national training centers.
They’ve all more or less completed their basic training, but since their progress is still uneven, they’re being regrouped for specialized instruction.”
“Are you saying...?”
“They’ll be officially assigned to you as your exclusive unit in three months.”
“!!!”
Exclusive Knights!
And thirteen of them??!
That means if I add Baekseol and Eunhwa—fifteen total...!
“Then with all fifteen, that makes...”
“Yes. Your very first exclusive Knight corps, Muyeol.”
“Gasp...”
I was so shocked, I clumsily tore open the envelope and pulled out the documents inside.
Watching me, Go Min-young giggled like a noblewoman.
This is real. I actually have my own Knight corps...!
The documents listed thirteen names—so not officially a full corps yet.
But with Baekseol and Eunhwa added in, it made the proper fifteen to call it one.
And that means, with the Pacific Knight 1st Squadron Go Minji lent me, I could operate two full corps.
“T-Thank you... really... thank you...”
I never expected this.
A surprise gift like this?
My hands were trembling from the shock.
“I should be the one apologizing. I feel like I’ve neglected you for too long.”
“Min-young...”
As I looked at her, the papers in my hands slipped and began to fall.
Kang Hye-young quickly bent down and picked them up.
Wham!
“Ah—?!”
Without thinking, I threw my arms around Go Min-young and whispered my thanks.
In that moment, the Vice President’s face turned into a woman’s face—blushing as she embraced me.
“Thank you, Min-young.”
“...Muyeol...”
And soon enough, she gently wrapped her arms around me too.
Ahh.
So this is what adult grace feels like.
Min-young’s embrace was incredibly warm—like a true maman.
****
Vrrroooom—
Right then, Baekseol’s mecha powered on.
The entire area shook from the activation, and what was previously dim was now brightly lit by the glow coming from the mecha.
“...Your Knight corps’ exclusive weaponry and personal mechs are already in production, too.”
“Gasp.”
“And that one... even though it’s 8.5th generation now, I’ll build you a brand-new one when 9th gen development is complete.”
“T-That’s...!”
I looked at her in awe, overwhelmed—and she smiled beautifully before leaning in and planting a kiss on my lips.
“I told you. I’m passing everything down to you and Minji.
This much is nothing.”
Maman...!!
My emotions swelled.
This feeling—it was the same as back when I was first recognized by Grandfather and received Baekseol as a gift.
Not just the happiness of receiving a gift—
but that powerful sense of belonging that came with realizing I truly was family to these people.
“T-The thing is—”
I tried to say something... but the words didn’t come.
No, I didn’t even know what I wanted to say.
It was just—an overflow of emotion.
“I... I have something I want to say...”
“Hm?”
“I want to... be alone with you, Min-young...”
