I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 478

“Krraaah?!! Go Minji, you damned bitch!”

If you’re going to hand them over, you could at least do it properly—why pull this kind of freak stunt again?

When is Go Minji’s mental age ever going to grow up?!

“...What do we do?”

“Ha....”

If they had all been dropped in one concentrated zone, fine. But there were dozens of helicopters, each headed in different directions.

In short, they’d been scattered completely at random across the whole island.

On top of that, the women were flailing, drifting, scattering even further on their own.

On this wide island, the women were spreading out everywhere.

“They can’t actually get off the island, can they?”

“The nearest land is about a kilometer away. Not easy, but not impossible. And if you account for low tide, the distance shortens.”

“Damn it. Go Minji, seriously.”

—You.

—For real.

—Are you in grade school?

—Preschool?

—What the fuck.

—...

God, just let me smack her once.

“Phew.... Fine, calculate their positions and send troops to... wait, hold on.”

Do I really need to?

A kilometer isn’t that far, but that just means I can move the island farther away.

This is an artificial island.

Sure, moving it guzzles absurd amounts of power, but luckily, a few months ago I bought that emergency power-support vessel—the one we call Pikachu. Moving the island won’t be a problem.

I thought I’d first use it when I went traveling to Japan, but instead, the debut goes to this.

‘If I move the island farther away, escape becomes impossible.’

In that case...?

“Yeah. No need to get mad. My sister went out of her way to prepare an event for me—why should I waste time being pissed?”

“...?”

If I blow up, Minji will love it. That’s playing into her hands.

A true master enjoys it.

“We can move the island, right?”

“Yes. Since we incorporated the support vessel, we’ve kept it on standby.”

“Don’t move it too far. Just shift us west a bit.”

“What about the women? Shall I send in troops?”

“No. I’ll find them myself.”

“...Excuse me?”

For a moment, Seunghee gave me this look, like, What the hell is this bastard up to now?

Must’ve been my imagination.

“The island’s already big. As I move around, I’ll just pick them off wherever I spot them.”

“....”

“If they starve to death, that’d be a waste. Scatter supply packages around the island on schedule.”

“You mean... you intend to raise them.”

“Exactly. Like Jurassic Park. Or I guess... Viewassic Park?”

“....”

“Anyway, tighten security across all sectors. Whenever they move, make it in teams of three or more.”

“Yes, Master. I’ll pass it on.”

And thus began my cohabitation with the enemy(?).

I’d love to just go full hunting mode, but I’ve played around enough. Work is piled up.

If I keep wasting time, I’ll become a mere slacker. Time to actually work.

“Hm....”

“What’s wrong?”

Still... isn’t it only polite to taste-test the first one?

Just one bite.

And so...

“You lunatic...! What are you planning now?!”

I swore it would be only one bite.

After all, if my sister gifted me this, wouldn’t it be rude not to touch it?

At the very least, I should taste-test and send her a proof shot. That’s the spirit of etiquette.

AVs are usually for flying, but if I want, I can use it like a hovercraft, skimming low and snatching someone off the ground.

Perfect for a situation like this, with women scattered all over my island.

“Cleanup duty, let’s call it. I’ve got other prisoners too. If I have them, I should make use of them.”

Among my entourage today, I brought two special guests: Rachel and Han Chae-hee.

For the first time in a while, I freed their mouths and legs, but their arms stayed cuffed behind their backs.

They could move, but they couldn’t do anything meaningful.

“Let’s see... how many total?”

“Two hundred thirty-four, sir.”

“Christ. That many? When the hell will I collect them all?”

Feels like playing a collection RPG.

Click.

“W-what’s that...?”

“This? A stun gun.”

“...?”

I’m no prodigy at scooping women into the AV mid-flight, so the plan’s simple: spot one, zap her with the stun gun, knock her out, haul her in.

“Launching.”

“Yeah. Oh, and record everything. I’m sending it to my sister.”

“Yes.”

I’ll film myself hunting with full enthusiasm—make sure Minji feels it was worth her trouble.

+++

“Ahhk....”

The woman stopped, rubbed her throbbing leg, then forced herself onward.

Even with the parachute, her fall had been brutal.

Her posture in descent was poor, too—she’d feared her legs would shatter.

But she’d managed to roll, soften the impact, keep herself functional.

“Agh, my leg...!”

Not unscathed, though. Pain flared, and worse—the half-cut parachute dragged her across the ground in the wind, tumbling her, scraping her, tearing her up.

She was a mess the moment she landed.

“Hhh, hhh....”

She’d already fought fiercely back at the base, then endured brutal treatment as a prisoner. Her body was exhausted to the limit. And now this.

“Where the hell....”

She scanned her surroundings, cautious.

The enemy hadn’t told them anything. Just forced them into helicopters, then dropped them over some island.

She had no clue where she was, or why.

All she knew: it was inhabited. Development was underway here.

‘Obviously, I can’t go where people are.’

A rational judgment.

If they dropped her here, odds were high this was enemy territory.

So the first priority—

‘Escape.’

Get off this island.

From what she’d glimpsed mid-fall, the island wasn’t too far from the mainland.

She’d landed on the opposite side, unfortunately. But if she could recover, reach the far shore, maybe she could swim it—or at least cobble together a crude raft.

Thoom.

“Ugh?!”

The ground shook.

An earthquake? But no—the tilt pulled her body to one side.

“...No way... an artificial island?!”

The island itself was moving.

She needed to escape—and the damn island was moving away.

Despair surged through her.

To reach the mainland, she’d have to cross the island. But if the island itself sailed further out...

“What... what am I supposed to do....”

Hopelessness mounted.

Like this, escape was impossible.

“No, pull it together! Get a grip!”

She clung to her soldier’s discipline.

Yes. This was better than before.

At least she wasn’t chained anymore. At least she could move.

That alone made this survivable.

While she steeled [N O V E L I G H T] herself again for escape and survival—she saw, in the distance, an AV skimming low.

“AV? That’s not military... it’s civilian.”

The moment she recognized it, the AV banked.

Toward her.

“...What?”

From its window, a man leaned out, clearly zeroed in on her.

“Eek?!”

A surge of danger—she bolted.

++++

The artificial island I got from Min-young used to be choked with tall, dense forest.

I cleared it all.

Brought in a whole knight squad on a dedicated transport just for that.

That same squad, permanently leased from Minji, still serves me well.

Point is—the original forest is gone.

So what’s left?

Plains.

I’ve developed enough infrastructure here that you can’t see the whole island at a glance, but it does make spotting “foreign objects” surprisingly easy.

“There, one. Head that way.”

“Yes, my lord.”

Like that.

“You—you... don’t tell me....”

I flashed a bright smile at the horrified Han Chae-hee and raised the stun gun.

Its barrel was absurdly long—almost like a sniper rifle. I didn’t know the details, only that it let me deliver electric shocks wirelessly.

“Get closer.”

She spotted me and bolted.

But really—she wasn’t a knight, not a demon, not a Great Demon. Just a human body.

No way she could outrun me.

“Nice firm ass, isn’t it?”

I decided where to aim: that perky backside.

I’ve trained for years with firearms. My aim is reliable.

Thwip!

The stun gun fired.

“Ghhk, grrk, grrrhhk...!!”

The woman, who had been sprinting desperately, convulsed and collapsed.