I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 427
“Super serum....”
The name feels a bit out of place—like something ripped from a superhero flick—but it’s not exactly strange either. After all, the game Demon Realm Incheon 2077 is the kind of bastard child that shoves in every trope imaginable. I wouldn’t even blink if aliens suddenly invaded one day and blew up the White House.
The problem is... I don’t have any information on what happens if you go down that kind of route.
Even now, you could say I barely know anything at all.
I only saw the most orthodox route—just the domestic conflict between the protagonist and Koryo Group, and the ending that came with it.
The only reason I’ve survived and made it this far is because I’m the pure-blooded, legitimate eldest grandson of the Koryo Group. That alone is a full-blown cheat. No matter what kind of title you get, no matter what kind of reward gets handed out, nothing compares to the overwhelming weight of being the Koryo Group’s young master.
Anyway, since I don’t have intel, having something like a super serum suddenly pop up really throws me off.
“Or put another way, I just got a solid piece of information.”
If the super serum was developed by CSA, and if CSA conducted joint research with the Abyss, then the Abyss must also know about the super serum. They might even have it themselves.
“It’s possible the Archfiend was created using this stuff too.”
If that’s the case, then anyone powered by the super serum is likely on par with the Archfiend.
To be blunt, that doesn’t make them all that noteworthy—not for us, who practically mass-produce knights.
Still—
A gift is a gift.
“Minji-ah might be able to put it to good use.”
Whether it’s hitting the Archfiend with it or injecting it into the knight I gave her as an experiment...
“Miss Anastasia, have you by any chance conducted any experiments with this serum yourself?”
“I haven’t personally, but I do have a general idea of the results.”
“Hm. Mind sharing?”
“I’m afraid that won’t be possible.”
What a shame.
“It’s not much of a replacement, but if I may offer you another bit of intel—CSA and its affiliated alliances have seen a rapid surge in technological development lately. Even the Abyss has developed a new type of superhuman called ‘Type S.’”
Type S?
What kind of name is that?
“CSA is already conducting trial runs of a manned weapon prototype—something similar to your company’s mecha.”
“Manned weapon?”
“Yes. Both its appearance and operational structure are clearly modeled after mecha. It’s likely a superhuman will pilot it. Personally, I think bipedal robots are highly inefficient, but if they do make it to the battlefield, there’s no doubt they’ll pack quite a punch.”
So now we’ve got Type S nonsense and new manned weapons...
We’re really starting to see weird shit pop out from all sides.
“At this rate, it’s going to turn into CSA and the Abyss versus the chaebol conglomerates, isn’t it?”
Just like those intelligence networks are secretly exchanging information behind the scenes, the chaebol families of various countries are probably doing the same, each with their own little connections.
Then, when push comes to shove, the two sides go all-out in total war.
Institutions struggling to restore state hegemony...
Chaebols fighting to protect what they have...
“A real Armageddon!”
Just thinking about it gives me the chills.
“First things first, I need to wipe out the Abyss.”
I’d already been planning to hit them hard once Victory Day passed, but now that plan’s only been reinforced.
Leave them alone, and they’re bound to start doing more insane shit.
“Thank you. I wasn’t expecting it, but that was quite the valuable gift. Unfortunately, I didn’t prepare anything in return.”
“No need. Even this situation alone benefits me.”
“What did you think of the proposal I mentioned earlier?”
“...You mean dating?”
“Yes. You dodged it earlier, so I never got a proper answer. Personally, I think you and I could build a good relationship. I’m rather fond of you.”
“....”
She bit her lip and hesitated for about thirty seconds before finally replying.
“Are you still unwilling to accept even a single condition?”
“A condition....”
Right.
There was that.
I’d cut her off before she could even say it.
“Well, since you gave me a present...”
I tapped the armrest of the sofa a few times, then raised a finger.
“If it’s just one—”
“! In that case—”
“—I’ll hear it first before deciding.”
“....”
Her eyebrows had shot up between her flamboyant hairstyle, but with that, her excitement died back down.
What kind of condition was she thinking about, anyway?
“As you probably know, even just hearing someone out is a huge deal for me. There are voices that never even reach my ears, no matter how hard they try.”
“....”
She couldn’t answer right away.
It made sense—it wasn’t like I’d agreed, just that I’d listen to one.
“Take your time. I’ll be admiring you in the meantime.”
“....”
Not really into dirty talk, huh?
She frowned a little.
Whatever. I just admired her pretty face and figure.
Just like earlier, she was wearing something like a uniform—not revealing at all—and somehow that made her even more fuckable.
The stiff fabric outlined the curves of her body, and the way her chest pushed out made you imagine the softness beneath.
Not to mention, there was something exotic about her beauty that I’d never experienced before.
Her sharply raised nose, large eyes, and bold, striking features made it feel like I’d stepped into a movie scene.
Thanks to that, I was at the point where just one more push and I’d pounce on her.
But I can’t just whip it out and go full beast mode—that’d be a problem.
Maybe I should drink some tea and cool off a bit....
“...I want to unify America. With my own hands.”
“Pfft!!”
Hack—
Wait, what??
“It probably won’t be possible in the short term. Maybe not even in my lifetime... But one day, America must come together again. And if possible, I want to be the one to make that happen.”
I stared at her, still coughing in disbelief.
Were my eyes bloodshot? I’m actually tearing up here.
“Y-you’re saying... you want me to support that?”
Obviously, the American civil war event is way out of my league.
You’d need the whole family pulling together just to get anywhere—and she’s dropping this as a condition for me?
“No.”
“Then?”
“I want °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° you not to interfere when I pursue that goal.”
“Hm.”
Good. At least it’s not that.
I waved off the approaching assistants with a flick of my hand and said:
“If you want to unify America, wouldn’t the first step be taking over your own family? Honestly, even that doesn’t seem all that likely.”
“That’s true.”
“If you lose out in the family power struggle, you might get exiled here, or worst case, they might try to kill you. Even if you do succeed, trying to unify the rest of the country will expose you to even more danger.”
“Yes, that’s likely.”
“Do you remember the conditions I mentioned earlier?”
“...Yes.”
“Then I think you know what they all had in common. I have a strong obsession with exclusivity and possession. If we were to form a close relationship, that would mean you’re my woman... and I can’t stand to see someone like that in danger.”
“....”
“The development I hate most in fiction is when the heroine ends up in danger. Every time I see it, I want to punch the screen. So in real life? Don’t even get me started.”
“So you’re saying I should just sit still for the rest of my life? I’m not interested in being someone’s trophy.”
“If you’re by my side, you’re going to be put on display either way. Whether you like it or not.”
“....”
“The only difference is whether you’re just a decorative trophy, or an action figure I get to bite, tear, taste, and enjoy.”
She clearly didn’t accept that.
She bit her lip, visibly frustrated—and that soldierly attitude combined with her gorgeous looks made her ridiculously fuckable.
Why are you trying to seduce me like this, Tasha?
“Here’s what we’ll do. I’ve got a fair bit of interest in America too. So if I ever have the capacity, I’ll offer some support when you try to take over your family.”
“...Tasha?”
“It’s a nickname. ‘Anastasia’ is too long.”
“....”
She was speechless, but still responded politely.
“You’re telling me to invite foreign influence into my family affairs? As a member of the Ashford family, that’s unacceptable. And frankly, I question whether you’re even at that level, Mr. Muyeol. Isn’t this the time to worry about your own standing first?”
“? I’ve already taken care of that.”
“...What do you mean?”
I’ve already slept with two out of the three vice presidents.
And two of their daughters.
That means I’ve handled my business, right?
As long as I don’t get Nice-Boated, I’m good.
“You must not know me very well... I’m Go Muyeol. The eldest grandson of this country. Koryo’s already practically in my hands. What’s left to ‘take care of’?”
“...Excuse me? What are you even saying?”
I’m literally telling her the truth—why won’t she get it?
“Not like I can just come out and say my whole family’s made up of my women.”
How the hell am I supposed to explain this?
