I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 492

Morning again—late enough to brush noon.

I checked for any developments the moment I woke. Luckily, nothing major had changed.

Betrayed by the women, Han Chae-young had driven to a remote part of the island, parked, and—according to the feed—never stepped outside.

Given what happened, and that it all went down before dawn, she had to be exhausted.

Drained in every way.

If I had to guess, she’d probably stay like that for another hour or two.

Unlike the peaceful quiet of Muyeol Land, the outside world was roaring.

While I slept, big-ticket items lined up in the news. Most notable: simultaneous massive explosions at multiple points across the continental states.

Not a warehouse or single building going up—these were so huge they registered as earthquakes. And multiple sites went off at once.

It felt just like when Abyss operatives self-destructed during Go Minji’s expedition.

“Hm... no way, right?”

But even so—could the continent really be repeating what happened on the Peninsula?

Everyone knew Abyss had continental bases. But even so, it didn’t add up.

You abandon the Peninsula strategically—fine. But why suddenly blow up your continental bases? The exposure had only reached the Peninsula sites.

And yet it’s hard to say it’s unrelated—the timing is too on the nose.

Simultaneous nationwide-scale detonations—that detail stuck in my head.

How often does that happen in a lifetime? Even one blast of that size is rare.

Anyway... a very strange incident.

And whether it was a ripple effect from those blasts or not, about fifteen minutes later an ultraquake—magnitude 9.1—hit Wuhan, one of the Twenty States of China. Catastrophic damage.

No proper tallies yet, so the human and economic losses can’t be estimated, but the footage was pure devastation. A metropolis of ten million just... caved in. Buildings and towers bent at random angles, the river overflowed, and the city flooded.

Not “a basement or first floor” flooded—water up to the third or fourth floors in places. Reporters said the river didn’t rise; the city sank that much.

Even this much, in just a few hours, would be shocking enough—and it wasn’t over.

Out of nowhere, the President’s Office of the Republic of Korea signed an order to immediately separate the mainland and Incheon administratively, urging the National Assembly to draft the necessary bills.

Ministries, the Assembly, and related agencies moved in lockstep to process it, and—obviously—caught hell from all directions. Protests broke out.

Even in Incheon—where people had been rallying to protect Mayor Jung Mina—counterprotests erupted.

“This is... a storm. What is this?”

“Government organs are prioritizing the Incheon separation. They say they’ll produce meaningful results within a month.”

“They told us directly?”

“Yes.”

“Hah. Well now.”

Grandfather or Min-young must have pulled something again.

If not, I can’t make sense of it. It’s a bit startling.

“What about Jung Mina? Does she know anything?”

“They’re confused too. The mainland had already begun drifting toward the separation line, but they didn’t expect such a radical swerve.”

“Can’t blame them. I’m surprised too.”

Seems our family made another move behind the scenes.

They must have disliked the pace.

Come to think of it, Min-young needed Incheon’s independence for the Sibyl research.

Sibyl—the project Militaris is pushing hard.

An AI to compose and control all of Militaris’s weapon systems. Once complete, even the heaps of “discarded” assets in the HQ sublevels become useable, and you can wage a true mass war.

Scale it to entire services—then to the state, then across Asian society—and you get the so-called Big Brother society.

We already feel close to that, but this would enable total control in the strictest sense.

You can’t research that in HQ or anywhere in the Republic thanks to the international AI prohibition treaty—so you move it to an administratively independent Incheon.

Of course, if you dig deeper, even that is a decoy layer.

Anyway, the person who wants Incheon’s separation the most—besides me—is Min-young. So I’d wager she nudged this.

“But pulling it this fast will cause chaos in a lot of directions. Unwanted attention, too.”

“There’s already global shock. If we don’t respond coherently early, a financial crisis could hit.”

“Tsk, tsk... never a calm day.”

I got to work responding to the cascade of shocks.

Fortunately, my group is big enough now that I don’t have to handle every piece myself. Even so, it took a while.

A little before two, Go Minji, who’d been sprawled out asleep, wandered over scratching her stomach.

“A good morning?”

“Must be nice, sleeping that long.”

“What are you talking about, asshole. We fucked like crazy until dawn, then I even woke up midway because of business. My sleep is still short.”

Grumbling, she came right up to me and straddled me, sitting on top.

“What are you doing.”

“What do you think. Waking up properly.”

“Unbelievable.”

With her heavy ass she rubbed against ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) my lower body, then forced my cock out and sank down on it with her wet cunt.

“Haah—”

“Typical, can’t even hide being a slut.”

“Ungh, you move.”

“I’m working, you move.”

“You bastard.”

She let out unusually soft moans as she rode me, lifting and dropping her hips. We both came once each, then she got off and went into the bathroom.

After washing up, looking refreshed, Go Minji came back with wide eyes.

“Hey, what’s going on on the continent?”

She must have caught the continental news while cleaning up.

Those events were shocking enough: multiple massive blasts at once, then a magnitude 9.1 ultraquake in Wuhan. No wonder her eyes went round.

“What else—explosions and an earthquake.”

“Wow... that place is wrecked.”

She pulled out her phone and tapped with her thumb, frowning hard—maybe checking markets.

“Tsk. It’s... much bigger than I thought.”

“Why, did it hit you?”

“Not like that... none of your business, kid. Know your place.”

“Every time you talk it’s the same lecture.”

“More importantly—what’s the next plan? When are you hunting that rat?”

“Hold up. First Chan-young needs to... ah, she’s up.”

On the monitoring screen I’d left open, Han Chae-young was driving somewhere.

“In that case... time to kindle her will.”

“Huh?”

“With prey, the will to fight comes next.”

“What are you even saying.”

“Whatever it is, you intensify the emotion so her purpose sharpens.”

“So what are you going to do.”

Persistent, like a grade-schooler.

“Seunghee.”

“Yes.”

Seunghee brought what I’d queued before bed.

Nothing grand—a bundle of magazines featuring a certain “incident.”

“...”

Go Minji picked one up, looking incredulous.

About a hundred pages. The magazines contained records of my humiliation and conditioning of Han Chae-hee and Rachel, printed in needless ultra-high resolution—excellent quality.

“This is the plan? A deepfake?”

“What deepfake. Look closely.”

“Hm... sisters?”

“Yeah.”

“So the rat came to this island to rescue her. That’ll work.”

“Right?”

“But wouldn’t dragging the sister up to the front and doing it right before her eyes be more effective?”

“That’s for later. I’m saving that for the scene she finally reaches after overcoming every obstacle.”

“Real nasty taste.”

She said it—but smiled wickedly. Different flavor, same idea: pleasure from hurting others appealed to her.

“Today we’ll pack these into the supply crates and scatter them.”

++++

—Um, once a day? Supply crates drop all over the island.

—When you open them, there’s a 500 ml water bottle and a bunch of that unknown jelly.

Spotting a crate falling from the sky, Han Chae-young drove toward it.

She had no thought of staying long on this island, but she wanted to stock up for contingencies.

At least nothing was stolen. But...

That bone-chilling betrayal before dawn.

Around ten women going rabid to seize the vehicle—her heart had nearly dropped out.

The scene itself was nothing for someone who’d run Great Demon experiments.

But it had been a knife’s-edge moment when she could have lost everything and been stranded alone on the island. The impact was severe.

Maybe even traumatic. The thought crossed her mind.

“There.”

Drawing near the drop zone, she shook off the thoughts.

She scanned for other people, then jumped out fast.

The crate was torso-sized and heavy, but liftable.

She grabbed it before anyone else arrived, tossed it into the vehicle, and drove off.