I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 351

Go Muyeol’s upcoming Grand Banquet was being conducted under moderate confidentiality, but it wasn’t airtight. Anyone with decent intel-gathering capabilities could catch wind of its existence.

And of course, there was no way the NIS—which prided itself as South Korea’s premier intelligence agency—would miss it, especially not the Abyss Division, which operated within the NIS under layers of classified veil.

“A golden opportunity to observe both Chairwoman Minji-ah and the Koryo Group’s degenerate scion... huh.”

Even those within Abyss had to go through memory fragmentation and multiple layers of clearance to access the A-Floor Director’s Office.

The Director, as always, revealed only the calm yet stiff half of his face as he laid the document flat on the table.

Han Chaeyoung straightened her posture and responded.

“Yes. From Monday, May 18 to Wednesday, May 20, a large-scale banquet will be held on the artificial island owned by Go Muyeol.

Nearly all high-level politicians and officials based in Incheon have confirmed their attendance.

It will, in effect, be the largest banquet Incheon has ever hosted.”

“And Minji-ah of Biotech will be there as well?”

“Yes.”

“I see... so that kid Muyeol really pulled Incheon into his hands.”

“...You know him?”

The Director chuckled softly at her curious tone and waved his still-functional hand.

“Know him? What kind of question is that? I simply have intel. He’s known as the Koryo Group’s worst scoundrel.

Whether it’s drugs or women, he’s the textbook degenerate chaebol third-gen.

But now, you reported that he’s become a heavyweight capable of bending the entire Incheon political scene.”

“Yes. That’s correct. He leeched off the power of his bloodline and drew in massive wealth.”

“I believe one of the previous reports even mentioned he works quite hard himself.”

“He appears to have some talent for investment.

Even when growing his seed capital, he used large-scale short selling to suck the life out of the working class.”

“Heh. Typical chaebol behavior.

Still, the chance to observe both Minji-ah and Go Muyeol at once... that’s definitely rare.”

There had been a similar opportunity once before—

A yacht party hosted by Go Muyeol himself.

But back then, the risk hadn’t been worth it.

Minji-ah was one thing, but approaching Go Muyeol was tantamount to digging directly into the Koryo Group itself, and they hadn’t had sufficient reason to go that far.

Now, however, things were different.

The massive hacking incident from a while back was almost certainly tied to Koryo Prestige,

and the surprise attack on Biotech about a month ago had resulted in the loss of an entire base they had invested so much into.

Twenty-three Greater Demons were lost at the time.

Three of them were S-Class types infused with Abyss's most advanced tech.

The financial cost was one thing, but the loss in personnel was far more devastating.

The only silver lining was that Director Han Chaeyoung, who led the research, had managed to survive.

Given such massive damage, it was only natural they’d need to respond more aggressively.

“Still, even with that in mind, this is a pretty extreme move.

Have you thought about the aftermath?”

“...The plan is to use the target to the fullest, then eliminate them over time under the guise of disappearance.”

“A mission of this scale places heavy strain on our side.

It requires significant resources—and if we’re discovered... you understand?”

“Yes. But I believe the operation is well worth the risk.”

“Very well... I’ll authorize your plan.”

“! Thank you.”

“Though, it seems we may need to adjust one thing.”

The Director tapped a particular spot on the document with his index finger.

It was the section containing Go Muyeol’s photo.

“Focus your surveillance on this degenerate.”

“Go Muyeol...? Not Minji-ah?”

“Not just based on your report—

but the chatter we’ve been picking up suggests this bastard isn’t just some small fry.

Well, considering he’s the grandson of Koryo Group’s founder, it’s not exactly shocking.”

“But he—”

Han Chaeyoung tried to speak, but the Director raised a finger to stop her.

She closed her mouth with visible reluctance.

“There are multiple reports now that Minji-ah has already tried to attend Go Muyeol’s events twice,

and she contacts him quite regularly. Doesn’t that suggest something deeper?”

“That... is true.”

“And that’s precisely what you want to investigate: their relationship.

Then it makes perfect sense to dig into Go Muyeol.”

“That’s how it works?”

“Do you know what’s most important in the Koryo Group?”

He turned his body for the first time in a while to face her directly.

Han Chaeyoung involuntarily flinched at the sight of his grotesquely deformed half-body, but he held her gaze.

“Blood.”

“...Blood?”

“Blood is everything to the Koryo Group. In every sense.”

“....”

“No matter how powerful Minji-ah is as Chairwoman of Biotech—

when she meets with Go Muyeol, he becomes the primary party in that relationship.”

It was a hard pill to swallow.

The scale of the company Go Muyeol owned was laughable compared to Biotech.

Yet he was the one being called the main party?

Even with the backing of Koryo Group behind him, wasn’t that too much of a gap?

After all, Biotech was a corporation powerful enough that even Koryo Group couldn’t afford to ignore it.

“This bastard seems to have close ties not just with Minji-ah but with other women from the owner family too.

You’d do well to investigate that aspect as well.

Focus your attention on Go Muyeol.”

“...Understood.”

“Keep in mind everything I’ve told you.

I’m approving your full proposal.

You’re dismissed.”

“...Yes. Thank you.”

But orders were orders.

Han Chaeyoung exited the Director’s office with a strange feeling stirring in her chest.

++++

“Hoo...”

Assemblywoman Heo Yewon, representative of Juan District A, returned home with an exhausted look on her face.

The pitch-dark house lit up instantly to greet her.

“Welcome home, Master. Shall I prepare your shower first? Or your meal?”

A housekeeper robot, nearly indistinguishable from a real human, approached and spoke to her.

“Shower first.”

As usual, she gave a lazy response and began undressing.

With every article of clothing she peeled off, a deep sigh came out.

“Ah... that perverted bastard, seriously.”

The Grand Banquet was just a few days away—or rather, tomorrow.

And if she wasn’t careful, she might catch the attention of that depraved sex-addicted young master and end up spreading her legs.

Some colleagues said maybe that was a °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° good thing.

That it might be a golden opportunity to change her life.

But she didn’t agree at all.

“Someone said they got permission to skip it because of their father’s memorial...

Why doesn’t something like that happen to me too?

Parents are so useless. Times like these, they should at least die in a car crash or something.”

Muttering hopeless complaints that would never come true, she took off even her underwear.

At that moment, the housekeeper robot approached.

“Do you not wish to attend the Grand Banquet?”

“Huh...? Well, yeah, obviously. Who would want to go to something that weird?”

“There is a way to avoid attending.”

“Huh??”

“I can attend in your place.”

“Wait... what?”

The statement was so out of left field that she blanked for a moment.

Then she burst into a laugh.

“Wow. So this model does humor now? That was kinda funny.”

“...”

Poke.

She pressed a finger into the robot’s forehead.

“...!”

Today, it felt oddly soft, but Heo Yewon didn’t think much of it.

“Quit spouting nonsense and make me dinner while I shower.”

“...Yes, Master.”

She walked to the bathroom completely naked without a second thought.

Soon, the sound of running water and light humming drifted from inside.

“...”

The housekeeper robot stared blankly at the door for a moment, then turned and headed to the kitchen to follow the order.

From the kitchen, it picked up a finely sharpened kitchen knife and returned to the bathroom door.

Grab.

It took hold of the door.

Click.

And opened it without hesitation.

“...?”

Heo Yewon turned her head, puzzled.

The robot stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind it.

“Hey, what are y—”

Soon after:

Stab!

“Mmmff!!!”

Low, muffled screams echoed alongside the repeated sound of a blade puncturing flesh.

Stab, stab, stab.

“!!!”

The sound of the shower masked most of the noise surprisingly well.

Click.

The door opened again.

A woman stepped out, covered in blood—disguised as a housekeeper robot.

The hologram field that had cloaked her flickered off, revealing her true identity.

Click.

“Phase One complete. Proceeding to Phase Two.”

Pressing her temple, she reported to someone and immediately began her next move.

Using visual implants, she scanned Heo Yewon’s facial data and began printing an infisynthetic mask.

Zzzing.

Pfft.

Zzzing.

Pfft.

With strange blue light and eerie mechanical sounds, a hyper-realistic synthetic skin was printed, piece by piece.

Though slow, in about an hour, a mask even Yewon’s family wouldn’t be able to tell apart would be complete.

In the meantime, she disposed of Heo Yewon’s corpse.

She also extracted fragmented memories and knowledge from her brain using a neural tap.

Roughly an hour later, the replica of Heo Yewon’s face was complete.

Once she wore the mask and reinforced it with a hologram overlay, even if her own parents were standing inches away, they wouldn’t suspect a thing.

Even the natural skin secretions would match, making it impossible to tell by touch.

The only remaining issue was the voice.

But she’d already extracted that as well during their brief conversation. Mimicking it would be easy.

Press.

She pulled the mask over her face, pressing it down snugly, smoothing it out with both hands.

Then layered the hologram field gently on top.

When she looked into the mirror—Heo Yewon was standing there.

“Ah, ah—ahhh,”

Voice calibration.

“Ahhh—fucking bastards. A-ah—hello, hello. Good day, Young Master.

I’m Heo Yewon, Assemblywoman of Juan District A. It’s an honor.”

After a few rounds of practice, the operative had become Heo Yewon—perfectly.