Well... Since it was the Chairman’s achievent, I guess it was important in its own way.
But still, it had nothing to do with business, and now they were announcing that he had beco a professional Go player...
‘Just how much does that old man love Go?’
The more I learned, the more absurd it beca.
If he was this obsessed, he might as well have pursued a career as a Go player from the beginning instead of running a corporation.
‘No, wait. He’s probably using Ghost Proxy Go King or sothing right now. No way he made it in on pure skill.’
Jesus.
I really hadn’t expected things to go this far.
‘Well, whatever. It’s not like this is a bad thing for ... Probably.’
I clapped enthusiastically.
Even if I didn’t fully understand or agree with it, this was sothing the Chairman loved, so of course, I had to clap the loudest.
Everyone else seed to have the sa idea. They were clapping like their lives depended on it—so much so that, if I exaggerated a little, it felt like all of Pyongyang was shaking.
With tens of thousands of people doing the sa, the sheer volu was deafening.
‘How long are we supposed to keep this up?’
You know how sotis you read about "17-minute standing ovations" at musicals?
This felt exactly like that.
The applause just kept echoing endlessly.
No one dared to be the first to stop clapping.
No one dared to sit down.
So, everyone just kept going.
“Ah, it feels great to be celebrated like this. Gwahaha!”
Grandfather let out a booming laugh and clapped along with us.
After about five minutes, he finally raised both hands above his head, gesturing for us to sit.
Of course, even then, only a handful of people actually stopped.
It wasn’t until my aunts started massaging their sore wrists and took their seats that my older cousins and I finally followed.
Only then did the thunderous applause begin to die down.
‘So this is the power of infinite applause that cos with being the Chairman of Koryo Group.’
If Grandfather hadn’t signaled for us to stop, we probably would’ve kept clapping for 10 or even 15 minutes straight.
"-I would like to take this opportunity to thank all the executives who made ti to attend despite their busy schedules. Today—"
The introductory video ca to an end, and a woman stepped up onto the stage, taking hold of the microphone.
Tall and slim, with strikingly good looks.
For a mont, I thought she might be a news anchor, but it turned out she was actually one of the presidents of Koryo Group’s countless subsidiaries.
It seed like they had sent up the prettiest executive they had.
‘Finally, the real presentation is starting.’
The previous hologram footage was just the opening act.
Now, the actual event was about to begin.
The woman elaborated on what had been introduced in the video, summoning holograms in the air and annotating them in real ti as she spoke.
Unlike before, when the entire venue had erupted into deafening applause, the hall was now completely silent, as if everyone were holding their breath.
‘This is a bit boring.’
Well, it wasn’t like this was so dopamine-fueled spectacle.
Still, just sitting here listening to her go on was a little tedious.
The only part that was remotely interesting was when she moved on to discussing the current state of global affairs—what was happening in Asia, the situation in Europe, and what the U.S. was up to—before explaining how Koryo Group planned to navigate these developnts.
‘Rebuilding Japan, huh...’
One particular point of discussion was the plan for Japan’s reconstruction.
Technically, Japan had been one of the victors of World War III, which ant it was in a much better position than the Twenty States of China in terms of international standing.
But the real problem was the economy.
The country had been hit with the Nankai Trough Earthquake, the Mount Fuji Eruption, and the Tokyo Direct Earthquake in succession, wiping out its infrastructure.
And if that wasn’t enough, China had rained down a massive missile barrage, reducing the entire nation to ruins.
Japan had scrambled to rebuild, managing to reestablish its capital and push forward with national recovery efforts.
But even after 50 years, the country still hadn’t fully regained its footing.
The woman on stage was stressing the importance of accelerating this reconstruction.
But let’s not get the wrong idea—this wasn’t about helping Japan out of the kindness of anyone’s heart.
Far from it.
Of course, this would all be done through high-interest loans.
To put it bluntly, it was the sa kind of financial exploitation that had already been imposed on Shanghai, where Japan would be required to pay Koryo Group and South Korea the equivalent of 15-20% of its annual GDP under the guise of "war reparations."
The only difference was that instead of calling it reparations, they were framing it as interest paynts on loans.
Or, in so cases, siphoning off resources through other ans.
‘2077 is going to be one hell of a year.’
At exactly 11:59 PM on December 31, 2076, everything ca to a halt.
A massive countdown appeared in the sky.
Starting from 59, the numbers steadily ticked down.
As soon as they hit the 40s, it beca clear—
The New Year’s countdown had begun.
‘Finally... 2077...! The start of the main story!’
I could feel the anticipation bubbling up inside .
What kind of insane events were waiting for this ti?
I was already far, far beyond the path I had originally expected to follow.
Most of what lay ahead would be completely uncharted territory.
But I wasn’t worried.
Because I was Go Muyeol.
The eldest grandson of Koryo Group,
Go Muyeol.
[THE YEAR 2077 HAS ARRIVED~!!]
BANG!
BOOM!
Worry and fear?
Those weren’t emotions ant for .
Those belonged to the people on the other side.
I was simply looking forward to it.
To see just how sweet the fruit before would taste.
****
“Hoo...”
“You did well.”
“Ah, Min— No, Aunt.”
Go Min-young handed a drink, smiling slyly.
I was probably the only person in the world who could make this woman smile like that.
“Are you really going to call by my na in front of others? I wouldn’t mind, but still.”
“Of course not... That wouldn’t be appropriate.”
“Fufu.”
She chuckled, patting on the back.
It was a casual gesture—sothing an aunt would normally do for her nephew.
But there was a hint of mischief in it, too.
Her hand subtly slid down, brushing against my ass.
“You did well in your presentation. My nephew should at least have that kind of confidence. Next year... No, this year, I’m expecting great things from you.”
“Haha... Presentation, huh...”
Go Min-young thought I did well.
But honestly, I felt a little crushed.
Because the scale difference was just too overwhelming.
Take Go Minji, for example.
Just earlier today, I had been fucking her senseless, and now, she was presenting a business venture worth quadrillions—no, tens of quadrillions of won.
And that was just for one division she was in charge of.
If you combined everything, it was basically the GDP of an entire country.
It wasn’t for nothing that people in this family bought aircraft carriers just for fun.
They did it because even after spending like that, they still had money to burn.
And it wasn’t just Minji.
So of them—like Go Hayoung, who oversaw all financial operations—were dealing with figures surpassing ten quadrillion won.
And ?
Even if I combined everything, I barely had 16 trillion won to my na.
‘When I was preparing, I thought I had done pretty well... But the mont I presented...’
It was like a frog at the bottom of a well.
Sure, there was the dramatic story of how I had turned a few hundred billion into trillions in just four months—
But even so, my numbers felt embarrassingly small.
I was still part of the owner family, after all.
I could feel people in the audience tilting their heads in confusion as if they were wondering if they had misheard my numbers.
How the hell was I supposed to keep talking in that situation?
‘I sohow managed to finish, but damn... That was brutal.’
If it weren’t for my family’s support and my grandfather’s unwavering backing, I might have been shaking with sha.
With tens of thousands of people staring at , their blank expressions practically screaming—
‘This guy’s supposed to be part of the owner ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) family?’
It was a lot to process.
Fortunately, despite all that, my family still genuinely saw as soone to be proud of.
While the executives sat there, bored out of their minds, my family actually listened to .
And when I finished, my grandfather was the first to stand up and clap.
When the Chairman himself started applauding, there was no way everyone else could just sit there.
They all stood up and clapped as well.
It was probably one of the most dramatic monts of my life.
Just like back during Chuseok, when my grandfather had personally introduced to the extended family—
Even today, he stood firmly behind .
If the original Go Muyeol hadn’t wasted himself on drugs and complete bullshit,
I would probably have been doing a lot more within Koryo Group by now.
“Muyeol, what matters isn’t the scale.”
“...”
Even my aunts, including Go Min-young, supported .
They were literally trying to console right now.
“What matters is who you are.”
“Aunt...”
“You’re family. You have the sa blood as us.”
She smiled affectionately, quickly glancing around to make sure no one was watching—
Then, she kissed .
Soft lips pressed against mine.
Before I even realized it, I was about to deepen the kiss—
But she pulled away.
A wave of frustration washed over .
“And, of course, you’re also my husband.”
“...Already my husband?”
“Of course.”
She checked her surroundings again, then stole another quick kiss before turning away and walking off.
For the first ti in a long while, my heart pounded in my chest.
Was this...
What family was supposed to be?
Bzzz.
A ssage ca in.
It was from Go Minji, who was walking far ahead.
When I looked up, she glanced back at and waved.
‘Hah.’
Was Minji comforting too?
I guess, in the end, we really were family.
‘Well, I an. We’ve had skinship, after all.’
How many tis had we fucked by now?
Just today alone, I had lost count of how many tis I had buried myself inside her.
“Honestly. The ones who act all prickly on the outside—”
- You broke-ass bastard.
- LMAO ㅋㅋㅋㅋ
“...”
Minji.
You're so fucking dead.
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