I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 391
Wow.
I think this is the first time I’ve ever seen Go Minji make that kind of serious face.
It looked different from her usual expression—maybe that’s why it felt kinda sexy.
As expected, women are sexiest when they glare at you, sob, sneer with contempt, or just stare at you coldly without a word.
“Oh, you don’t get it?”
“.....”
I continued, with a deliberately mocking smirk.
“Well, yeah. I suppose this might be a bit too complicated for our dear Miss Go Minji to understand.”
“The hell are you saying.”
“There’s this thing called a superconductor, where resistance drops to zero. Zero resistance—that’s an insane thing, you know? Normally it needs either crazy low temperatures or extreme pressure, but maintaining those conditions? Not cheap.”
“I know, I know. That’s why it's such a bitch to maintain output and control systems around it. You think I haven’t seen this shit before?”
“My dear aunt actually wanted to give me a 9th-gen mecha, but? Because of the limitations in the design, she had no choice but to settle for an 8.5th-gen. That’s when I had this thought.”
Snap.
I flicked my fingers.
Right in front of Minji’s face.
She raised one side of her lip in disbelief and let out a scoffing laugh.
“Wouldn’t everything be solved if we just made a room-temperature, ambient-pressure superconductor~?”
“You fucking lunatic.”
Go Minji shook her head, laughing outright, then shrugged her shoulders.
“Mom. Are you sure it was okay to bring this idiot here? He still looks like he’s high. Or is he still doing it? You want me to beat your ass?”
“How could you say something so mean? To your sweet little brother?”
“Say that while looking in a mirror, with that shit-eating grin on your face.”
She didn’t believe me. Not even slightly.
“Room-temperature, ambient-pressure superconductor, huh? Do you seriously think that sci-fi movie crap actually exists? If it did, we’d have snatched it up and milked it already~. You could scour every moon of Jupiter and not find a trace. Superconductors my ass.”
“You can’t find it in nature. Because I made it.”
“Bullshit.”
Still completely unimpressed, Go Minji lightly tapped the back of her hand against my nose—
—then flipped me off.
“A room-temperature, ambient-pressure superconductor doesn’t even make sense, but you? You made it? Who the hell would believe that the greatest dumbass of the Koryo Group created something like that? Huh??”
“Well, well. Even when the proof is floating right in front of your eyes, some people are just too stupid to believe. To think I’m being called a dumbass by someone like that. What a tragic moment.”
“That’s enough. What are you two doing?”
“Mom, he’s talking total nonsense. Says he made a superconductor. Room temp, ambient pressure and all.”
“.....”
Go Min-young silently looked at Minji.
“...Why?”
“Ahem,”
She cleared her throat softly.
“...It’s hard to ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) believe, but Muyeol really did make it.”
“...?”
Go Minji’s brow furrowed as she leaned in slightly, like she’d misheard.
But since it was Min-young speaking, she couldn’t exactly call bullshit. Her face, though, was already screaming, "What the fuck are you even saying?"
“Muyeol developed the RK-99. What we’ve got is the RK-99 base compound, pre-baked, and we’re shaping it as needed. We’ve already solved a ton of problems with it. It’s still in the research phase, but...”
Minji slowly shook her head and took a few steps back.
“What the hell are you all saying right now? Is this a prank show? Is it my birthday?”
“Why won’t you believe me? I’m telling you, I made the RK-99.”
“How the hell could I believe that, you moron.”
“Why am I a moron? Jeez. You forgot what you just said? Look at who’s here. You think we’re all gathered just to shoot the shit?”
“.....”
Minji glanced around with a disapproving expression.
Even I tend to bring a squad of fifty to seventy people wherever I go, and Min-young or Minji bring even more.
Even in a place like this, we’d normally be dragging a whole entourage of handlers and field agents.
But right now? It was just me, Baek Seol, Eunhwa, Go Min-young, Go Minji, Chief Secretary Kang Hae-young, and two unnamed drivers. That’s it.
Even if this was the heart of the Militaris HQ, having only this many people when three of the owner family were present—was abnormally sparse.
“Even our secretary said thanks to RK-99, we’ve gone beyond the 9th-gen and hit 10th or 11th-gen performance. So why won’t you believe it? Even Min-... I mean, Aunt Min-young said I made it.”
“.....”
“A woman running a corporation really shouldn’t be this short-sighted, you know. Tsk tsk tsk. Try cultivating a habit of logically analyzing why something’s possible, sweetheart~.”
“God, I’m gonna deck you.”
I just parroted what she always says to me—
—and Minji, pissed off, locked me in a headlock.
She nailed me with three solid knuckle-strikes to the head before letting go.
They stung a little this time.
I should spank her ass next time I fuck her. Seriously, the nerve.
“This has got to be a dream.”
We’d been going back and forth like this for ten minutes now, but Minji still didn’t seem convinced.
Well... RK-99 is that unbelievable.
“Better than explaining it a hundred times. I didn’t bring you down here just to talk at you.”
Looks like even Min-young was starting to get tired of this.
She’d been enjoying watching Minji go through the same experience she once had, but we were reaching the limit.
Go Min-young took us even deeper underground.
Past where they stored junk (read: military-grade weaponry) and the hangars, we descended nearly thousands of meters.
I thought we were about to reach the garden where I’d stayed with her for a few days, but we stopped just short.
We exited the elevator and turned corner after corner until we reached a chamber—
—a huge space, where people who looked like knights were rushing about conducting experiments.
And in the center of the room...
“...RK-99?”
A massive cube, like a perfect hexahedron, was floating mid-air, slowly rotating.
Each face looked to be thirty meters across?
Did I sell them that much compound?
“What the hell is that?!”
“A cube made from RK-99. There wasn’t enough compound to make the whole thing, so only the surface is covered. But even that’s enough to keep it floating like that.”
“You’re testing the extreme performance of RK-99 with that?”
“That’s one way to put it.”
Min-young added a few more explanations as she led us inside.
As soon as the people noticed us, they snapped into neat lines to either side.
“Back to work. Don’t mind us.”
“Yes, ma’am!”
And then they all scattered again.
Yup. Definitely knights. They moved like they could fly.
“RK-99 hasn’t been around long, but we’re already seeing results. The next-gen mechas you saw earlier, and Sybilla. Especially Sybilla—”
“No. Nonononono.”
Minji’s face was sheer confusion.
“This—this is real? This is real? This is real?!”
“What, she break?”
She messed up her own hair in disbelief—
—then suddenly bolted.
A knight researcher was levitating a smaller RK-99 sample above a magnet, and she shoved him aside to take over.
“How the hell is this....”
She hastily put on gloves and picked up the RK-99—
—then placed it back over the magnet.
Exactly how Min-young reacted the first time.
“Why is it floating...? Is there something hidden in the magnet?”
As Minji crouched to inspect underneath, I stepped in and snatched the RK-99 up—barehanded.
“!”
“It’s not even cold.”
I waved it in front of her face, then set it back down on the magnet.
“Room temperature. Ambient pressure. You can touch it with your bare hands.”
“You... what the hell is this....”
Go Minji’s pupils shook violently.
Her entire worldview was crumbling before her eyes.
“RK-99. A room-temperature, ambient-pressure superconductor. How many times do I have to explain? Just start believing already.”
“.....”
Jeez. Dumbass Minji.
Still cute though. That dazed face kind of suits her.
Smooch.
Before I knew it, I grabbed her face and kissed her.
Normally, Minji would’ve immediately responded with a kiss of her own—
—but this time, she just stood there, stunned.
‘Guess it really did shock her hard.’
Thud.
“?”
And then—
—a sudden, heavy pressure on my shoulder. A burning heat, rising fast—
“...Ah.”
Fuck.
I just kissed Minji right in front of Min-young! Fucking hell!
I turned my head. Go Min-young was smiling sweetly at me.
“.....”
That was...
a smile, right...?
Crack.
“Urgh,”
“Shall we move on now? I’d like to show you Sybilla.”
I was practically dragged to the Sybilla lab.
Minji, finally snapping out of it, muttered under her breath the whole way: “This makes no sense,” “Ssshhh,” “Why is it doing that?” “How did he do it?”
“You heard the explanation earlier, right? Sybilla is fundamentally a combat-assistance AI system. Its main goal is to replace 30% of the specs required to produce a knight pilot—which normally takes 20 years. Even that goal was incredibly tough, but once RK-99 came in, the fusion of quantum and classical computing became much smoother and more efficient. Scaling up also got way easier.”
Min-young continued her explanations as we entered the lab.
Just like in the RK-99 lab with its floating cube, here a massive spherical object hovered—not in the air, but suspended by thick cables from the ceiling.
Even more cables reached out from the ground and walls like tentacles, anchoring the enormous core in place.
“You both know this, but using AI for military purposes is a violation of international law. The moment there’s even a hint of it, the UN and other global watchdogs come down hard. Honestly, they might’ve already gotten a whiff. The power consumption of Sybilla is beyond insane.”
“Then...?”
Min-young flexed her fingers and smacked her lips.
“I’d love to just start a war and wipe out the arrogant bastards, but we’re not there yet, are we?”
Not that we can’t.
Just... not yet?
“So, here’s the thing. I want to move the Sybilla research to Incheon.”
“Incheon?”
“Yeah. Incheon’s had autonomy for decades, with its own military and legislature.”
“But it doesn’t have diplomatic authority. The city constitution still inherits the Republic of Korea’s constitution, practically speaking.”
“That’s just... a matter of spin. The Chairman’s already set things in motion. Incheon will break off completely from Korea. It’ll become your kingdom.”
“!”
W-What...??
You’re saying Incheon will secede completely???
Is that even possible???
