I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 320: 32. I’m Telling You, It’s Real
Go Min-young was in agony over the empty space left by Go Muyeol's absence.
When they first started their relationship, it hadn't been this intense.
Sure, there was familial affection and love, but to be honest, she had merely considered him as someone who could fulfill her long-standing desires.
She never thought she'd miss him so desperately like this.
But these days, her heart felt like a burning rose on a desk, blazing fiercely.
A belated passion had taken root—a feeling that she couldn't bear to lose sight of him for even a single moment.
Amidst all this, from last Friday until just over three days ago, she'd spent the most blissful time of her life.
The ecstasy and sense of security she felt were more exhilarating than any sense of achievement she'd ever known. It awakened in her a desire to settle down—a thought that had never crossed her mind before.
Just... the thought of getting pregnant with Muyeol's child and living a peaceful life together.
That was how happy she'd been. But now that happiness had become an emptiness, and the backlash of that emptiness was unbearable.
“...”
The atmosphere around her was so severe that everyone nearby was on edge.
The expression 'the air is freezing' couldn't be more apt to describe it.
‘Nothing... nothing is getting done...’
She had no motivation.
The only thing missing was Muyeol, yet it felt as though that emptiness was lodged deep within her body.
A massive hole existed in a corner of her heart.
Given that she was already known for her cold and aloof demeanor, the fact that her mood had sunk even further left everyone at a loss for words.
Since no one dared to approach her, nothing was getting started, and she made no effort to rectify it.
‘I need to work... This is pathetic.’
She knew it.
She knew she needed to get back to work as soon as possible.
But she couldn't.
How? How could she fix this?
“...Vice President.”
“...?”
Unable to bear it any longer, Kang Hye-young, her chief secretary, stepped forward.
“It’s about time to return to work. There's quite a backlog of tasks.”
“...I know. You think I don't know that?”
Her response came out sharper than intended.
She hadn't been [N O V E L I G H T] like this before.
“Haa. Just... give me a moment.”
“Yes, ma’am. I apologize.”
Go Min-young closed her eyes and attempted to calm herself through meditation.
She tried to ignore the overwhelming emptiness she felt today and return to her usual composed state of mind.
It wasn't easy, but after repeatedly patting her chest, she finally managed to regain some semblance of control over her emotions.
“...”
Damn it.
Emotions could really wear a person down.
“At this rate... maybe it’d be better if I just hired Muyeol as my secretary? My work efficiency is absolutely bottoming out like this.”
“If the young master agrees, then yes.”
“...”
She let out a bitter laugh, shook her head to dismiss the absurd idea, and finally rose from her seat.
“I have something that needs to be dealt with first. Push the other tasks back for now. It won't take long.”
“What is it...?”
“You'll see when we get there.”
Go Min-young took Kang Hye-young and a few select secretaries with her to the nearest research lab.
“Gah! V-Vice President...!”
The research staff were taken aback by her sudden appearance.
Go Min-young scanned them and pointed to the most inexperienced researchers in the room.
“You, you, and you. The three of you stay. Everyone else, out.”
“H-Huh?”
“I said, get out.”
“B-But Vice President, those three are all new hires. It would be better if we....”
The lab director hesitated, but when Go Min-young shot him a glare, he clenched his mouth shut and quickly left with the remaining researchers.
“Everyone out, except Hye-young. And make sure no one else enters.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Despite the strange nature of Go Min-young’s actions, Kang Hye-young said nothing and simply followed orders.
She escorted all the other secretaries out and locked the lab door.
Meanwhile, Go Min-young reached into her pants pocket and pulled out the RK-99 that Go Muyeol had given her.
A worthless hunk of metal.
It looked so shoddy that it wouldn't be surprising if someone told her it had been picked up off the street next to a scrap metal shop.
‘This... is supposed to be a room-temperature, ambient-pressure superconductor...?’
Honestly, she didn't believe it.
To be precise, she didn't believe in Go Muyeol’s evaluation or the judgment of the engineer who had supposedly confirmed it.
A material that maintains superconductivity at room temperature and ambient pressure?
There was no way such a thing existed. And even if it did, there was no way Go Muyeol—a high school dropout who barely passed the GED and spent most of his life high—would be the one to discover it.
‘It must be some sort of mistake... But still, I have to verify it.’
If anyone else had said such nonsense, she would have cut their head off for wasting her precious time.
But this was Muyeol.
He was family, so she would at least give his judgment the benefit of the doubt.
‘You said it’s definitely the real deal and that we’d meet again soon, right? I really hope so, Muyeol.’
She wanted to see him again.
Sincerely.
But facts were facts.
Not just any superconductor—one that worked at room temperature and ambient pressure?
Even if just one of those claims proved true, the entire world would be flipped upside down.
Tap.
She placed the RK-99 on a silver tray.
“Verify it. It’s a superconductor.”
“W-What? T-This...?”
The three researchers stared at the RK-99 with terror-stricken faces.
It looked like a clump of clay that had been hastily molded and fired. And now, their almighty Vice President and company President was ordering them to test it as a superconductor.
But what could they do?
If she said test it, they had to test it.
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“Phew, finally here. Feels like it’s been a while.”
As Muyeol stepped off the AV, Baek Seol’s massive private jet touched down with a resounding thud.
The monstrous aircraft was at least ten meters taller than other private jets, and when it landed, the ground trembled as if a minor earthquake had struck.
“...We’re definitely going to need a specially constructed hangar for that thing, right?”
“It seems that way, sir.”
“Put in the order.”
“Yes, sir.”
Fortifying Muyeol Land was already part of the plan, so it would only require a minor adjustment.
‘In three months, I'll have my own knight order. I need to seriously ramp up the facilities.’
By that time, he would have thirty knights.
Not just any knights, but fully equipped knights, each armed with specialized weaponry and vehicles.
Back on the Earth he once knew, there was a saying that the U.S. aircraft carrier strike groups were more powerful than the air forces of most countries.
But with thirty fully equipped knights, he wouldn’t just be able to crush an air force. He could annihilate entire nations.
If he managed to get his hands on an aircraft carrier, loaded it with mechas, and filled it with knights, he could sail right up to foreign ports or territorial waters, completely ignoring warnings or sanctions, and nobody would dare to say a word.
What could they do? Complain? Well, then, go ahead and bring thirty-one knights.
‘Such power... and it’s going to be solely under my command. Ha, the world is really going to hell in a handbasket~.’
Incheon was already secured, and now he was adding a knight order on top of that.
Everything was falling into place so smoothly that it was almost unsettling.
“Master.”
“Oh, Seora. Good work. You didn’t get overheated this time, did you?”
“...N-No, Master. I managed it well.”
“That’s good.”
He patted her on the shoulder as she averted her gaze, her face slightly flushed.
By the way, they’d finally settled on a name for the private jet—“Snow White.”
The name “Baek Seolgi” was met with such disastrous reactions that even he had to admit it was too much, so he’d tried hard to come up with something better.
And honestly, he thought it was quite cool.
Baek Seol - Baek Seol (PMC) - Snow White (Aircraft)
Each referred to a different entity, but they all pointed to the same core concept.
Moreover, the aircraft itself was as white as freshly fallen snow, making the name “Snow White” a perfect fit.
“I’ll have a new hangar built for it, so in the meantime, keep a close eye on Snow White. And use the opportunity to learn some basic maintenance.”
“Ah... Yes, sir.”
After patting her back once more, he immediately headed to the chemistry lab inside the mansion.
The reason was obvious—he needed to create another RK-99.
It wouldn’t take long to verify the superconductor. If they’d started the verification immediately, it could very well be finished by now.
And if it was confirmed as a true superconductor, Go Min-young would definitely come running.
For that occasion, he needed another sample to show her.
‘It takes about two days to make....’
Might not make it in time.
The RK-99 was a genuine room-temperature, ambient-pressure superconductor.
If the verification was done properly, Go Min-young would drop everything to come see him.
— Zzzzt.
“...”
Hm.
Just like now.
— I jusdt leeavving noww
Throughout all his chats with Go Min-young, this was the first time he’d ever seen a typo.
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One Hour Earlier – Militaris Research Lab
“...”
“...”
“...”
“...”
Every person in the lab, including Go Min-young, had their eyes stretched wide open as if they were about to split apart.
“V-Vice... President...!!”
One of them finally managed to speak.
His gaze was still fixed on the small, palm-sized magnet, over which the RK-99 was hovering so steadily it seemed frozen in place.
The Meissner Effect—a hallmark of superconductors.
It was the phenomenon where a superconductor expels magnetic fields, causing it to levitate above a magnet.
It neither moved closer nor further away but remained fixed in a specific zone. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦
Normally, achieving such a phenomenon would require cryogenic temperatures or immense pressure.
“...What the hell is this?”
Go Min-young extended her hand and snatched up the RK-99.
“...”
On the outside, it looked like a featureless chunk of metal.
But the moment it was placed on top of the magnet...
“...”
It floated in midair, as if by magic.
There was no need to take any additional steps.
It just hovered.
“This actually works?”
