God-Tier Enhancement Chapter 303: Episode 303Wipe Them All Out (5)

Chapter 303: Episode 303_Wipe Them All Out (5)

7.

If Han Simin had to pick the single best thing he had ever done, he would have to look back over his twenty-six years and think long and hard.

He hadn’t lived that long, but a lot had happened.

Publicly, for the sake of his image, he would say without hesitation that being born as his parents’ son was the best thing that had ever happened to him. But if this wasn’t so serious docuntary, he would exclude the first twenty years of his childhood and focus on the six years since he beca an adult.

In that span of just over five and a half years, far more spectacular things had happened than in the twenty years that preceded them.

For a Korean man, nothing was harder to forget than his ti in the military, but he couldn’t exactly call that sothing he had done well. He had just gone because he was old enough. It was nice not having to worry about the draft anymore, but not a single man alive thought going to the army itself was a good thing.

So the list narrowed down to three.

Things so good that, even if he could go back, he would choose them again without a mont’s hesitation.

The first was the accident. An unexpected, unwanted accident he never imagined would happen to him. But it did, and after that, his life changed 180 degrees. The ability to succeed at Enhancent—it wasn’t like winning money at a casino, and it hadn’t yielded huge returns at first. But once the stage called 『Fantastic World』 was created, it beca the foundation of the man he was today.

The second was a eting with the Specialists. He would never forget that day. The accident had been sothing that happened to him, but this eting was a choice he had made. A relationship couldn’t continue unless both sides wanted it. Thanks to her, he had secured a platform for growth in the ga. In reality, he had gone from a shut-in to soone with connections to the heirs of a global corporation—a man with social capital.

But in the end, the final choice had to be this one. No matter how much he thought about it.

“I really think the best thing I ever did was forming a good relationship with you, Mr. Kenji,” Simin said with a broad smile. “It’s a wise, smart, and beautiful world where we both win. Thanks to you, I’ve got a house overseas now, and soon I’ll have a place to crash when I visit the States. I feel very much at ease.”

eting Kenji. And making deals with him. That connection.

Anyone in Han Simin’s position would have said the sa. It might make him look like a materialist, but what could he do? In a world where money was king, he was siphoning it from the man who had more of it than anyone else. Of course it was a turning point in his life. He felt a little sorry for Specialist, but the money he had squeezed out of her family couldn’t even begin to compare.

Today, he intended to break his own record again, just to reaffirm that he had made the right decision back then.

That challenging spirit, that conviction—it turned Han Simin, who was nothing special in Kenji’s presence, into a young man brimming with confidence.

A natural smile tugged at Kenji’s lips as he listened. He had studied hard, even learning Korean—a language he had no real need for—just so they could communicate. For Kenji, who was in a position where he could get away with communicating through gestures and no one would dare show displeasure, this proved just how important he considered Han Simin.

If, after all that effort, Simin had hemd and hawed, cowed by Kenji’s presence, Kenji might have been disappointed. He had been sure that wouldn’t happen, but you never really knew. Plenty of people were drastically different in real life than they were in a ga. In fact, it was only natural. It was a second reality, after all; no one was going to keep wearing the sa mask they wore all day in a world where no one knew who they were.

But Han Simin was the sa. Confident. Boldly extending his hand to a global business magnate and proposing a deal right off the bat.

It felt as if, to Han Simin, this place was nothing more than an extension of the ga—a virtual space where they could discuss things they couldn’t in-ga.

That was why it didn’t feel bad. He had confidence, but he also showed basic courtesy, even though they hadn’t exchanged business cards.

’Right.’

On his way here, Kenji had secretly hoped that, for once, he might get to speak from a position of power. But once they faced each other, that thought shattered.

He was here to talk to Han Simin about the ga.

They were just Kenji and Simin.

Once his thoughts settled, he could speak not as a corporate titan, but as Kenji, the Guild Master of 『Fantastic World』.

“I want to buy information,” he said, his voice far more clear and confident than that of his in-ga counterpart.

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What Kenji asked for was nothing special.

He wanted an explanation of the unreleased events from the Demon World, another rundown of the relationship between the Heavenly King and the Demon King, and the behind-the-scenes story of what Han Simin had done after arriving on the continent to bring about the current situation.

Considering he had flown his private jet across the ocean, it was hardly information worth the fuel. You could find thousands of posts on the community boards neatly summarizing the situation and offering plausible theories. If he had just offered a small bounty or told one of his many employees to compile a report, he could have gotten the sa thing.

But Kenji didn’t want hearsay.

He wanted to hear it from Han Simin’s own mouth.

And he judged the value of that to be worth the deal.

Han Simin nodded. “That’s not hard. In reality, anyway.”

He made it very clear that he was willing to trade.

“I’ll adjust the story depending on how much you pay.”

And with that, he handed the choice over to Kenji.

Kenji fell silent.

It was exactly the kind of move you would expect from Han Simin. Like an old-school ga shop owner telling a custor to make an offer. It was absurd enough that the custor had to na the price, but the truly ridiculous part was that the shopkeeper would then decide how much of the item to give based on how satisfied he was with that price.

Kenji had never in his life encountered this kind of pricing model.

Yet sohow, it felt fresh.

The corners of his mouth curled up. Ninety-nine percent of it was because it was so outrageous, but still... it felt like a mission being handed to him, soone whose only real asset was money.

He had never monopolized a Main Quest, but this, at least, he wanted to monopolize. He wanted to crush that smug confidence, that look in Simin’s eyes that said, ’You really think you can break this?’ He wanted to put him in his place so decisively he would never dare act so smug again.

With that in mind, Kenji’s assets unfurled in his head like a scroll.

Of course, even he couldn’t rember everything; there was a reason he ran his asset managent team like its own company. What he was recalling were the holdings under his na scattered across the globe that he personally considered worth rembering. The expensive ones went without saying, and there were enough of those alone to fill his mind.

Then he ran a filter.

’Islands and assets that are hard to liquidate are excluded. Focus on things that would appeal to a man in his mid-twenties with a strong obsession with money. Things that don’t cost much to maintain... no, even if they do, they’d be hard for him to shoulder personally.’

Anything that was rely expensive, Han Simin could buy himself. Anyone in the know was aware that his net worth was in the tens of millions of dollars.

What passed through that filter ca out of Kenji’s mouth.

“I’ll give you a house, a car, and a building, converted to a value of sixty million dollars. I’ll cover the taxes. Is that enough for max-level service?”

Simin was speechless.

The standard, of course, was Kenji’s own assessnt of Han Simin.

Han Simin’s jaw dropped.

Without a single second of hesitation, he grabbed both of Kenji’s hands.

“Just take

instead.”

8.

People’s standards inevitably rise with their wealth.

Soone who used to make one hundred dollars a month and then starts making a thousand will quickly get used to it and stop seeing the smaller amount as real money. Then, once he starts making ten thousand a month, he will soon forget the days when he lived on one thousand, and his spending will balloon.

Han Simin was no different.

His current situation, where he could make two million dollars on a good day, couldn’t even be compared to his past, when he was making three hundred dollars a month, barely scraping together a thousand by enhancing items while struggling to pay rent and his electric bill.

His spending had, in fact, increased. A guy who had spent his whole life trying to squeeze every last coin out of gas without ever spending a cent was now willing to invest hundreds of thousands for the sake of a better future. He had even started to worry about how to spend the money piling up in his accounts.

The difference between him and other people, however, was that he never forgot his past.

Those days in a studio apartnt not even two hundred seventy square feet in size, with no heating and no air conditioning, when even eating one bowl of ran a day required a sigh.

He was always afraid of going back to that.

It was a pointless fear. He was on a normal trajectory now and should have been able to focus only on the bright future ahead. But he always assud the worst.

That wasn’t a bad thing. Thanks to that, he could assess reality with a cold eye.

In the deal with Kenji, the price he had in mind for the information was not that high.

Even by his now-inflated standards, it was at most one million dollars. Maybe two.

He’d only thrown out that number on the off chance Kenji would bite, knowing he was the kind of man who would actually spend that much.

Yet in return, Kenji had nad an amount Simin had never even imagined.

Haggling?

’Why the hell would I do that?’

An opportunity like this doesn’t just fall into your lap, and if you don’t seize it, soone else will.

Future relations with Kenji, what he was thinking when he threw out sixty million dollars—none of that concerned him in the slightest.

It was just the number itself.

That alone made him shout, “Deal.”

They shook hands, and Simin imdiately began to explain everything that had happened so far in detail.

He didn’t hesitate for even a heartbeat.

For Han Simin, who would never normally reveal his hand before the money hit his account, it was an unthinkable move. It showed just how much he trusted Kenji.

In the process, he laid out Specialist’s situation, revealing secrets never before shared on any stream, his current collusion with the Warlocks, and even his future plans—the words spilling out effortlessly.

Even so, he had no regrets.

Just as he had thought from the start, Kenji was not a particularly important piece in this picture.

And since he wasn’t important, it didn’t matter if he learned what was going to happen.

There was no way he could affect the outco.

“If you want, I can leave the Kenji Kingdom out of it. Or, for an additional fee, I can repaint the picture in whatever way you like.”

He held nothing back.

Expensive, yes, but Han Simin had never once half-assed anything after taking paynt.

Sixty million dollars plus a surcharge.

For that kind of money, he could tell this story ten tis over.

On top of that, he threw in a little extra.

“I don’t really know the future either. It’s just a plan. It might change, and unexpected variables might pop up. If the Heavenly King regains his strength right away, Epia and I will both lose our heads on the spot. So I’ll stop right there. I’ll tell you only up to the end of this picture, the point where the final stroke is painted. The worst of the worst. The point you could call the conclusion of Main Quest Act 4-1.”

Off the record.

The most important reason Kenji had co to et Han Simin in person was finally revealed inside that hotel room.

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