“Super serum....”
The na feels a bit out of place—like sothing ripped from a superhero flick—but it’s not exactly strange either. After all, the ga 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 dostic conflict between the protagonist and Koryo Group, and the ending that ca 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 sothing like a super serum suddenly pop up really throws 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 experint...
“Miss Anastasia, have you by any chance conducted any experints 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 sha.
“It’s not much of a replacent, but if I may offer you another bit of intel—CSA and its affiliated alliances have seen a rapid surge in technological developnt lately. Even the Abyss has developed a new type of superhuman called ‘Type S.’”
Type S?
What kind of na is that?
“CSA is already conducting trial runs of a manned weapon prototype—sothing similar to your company’s cha.”
“Manned weapon?”
“Yes. Both its appearance and operational structure are clearly modeled after cha. 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 conglorates, 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 sa, each with their own little connections.
Then, when push cos 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 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 .”
“What did you think of the proposal I ntioned earlier?”
“...You an 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 a present...”
I tapped the armrest of the sofa a few tis, 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 excitent died back down.
What kind of condition was she thinking about, anyway?
“As you probably know, even just hearing soone out is a huge deal for . 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 ti. I’ll be admiring you in the anti.”
“....”
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 sothing like a uniform—not revealing at all—and sohow 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 ntion, there was sothing 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 so tea and cool off a bit....
“...I want to unify Arica. With my own hands.”
“Pfft!!”
Hack—
Wait, what??
“It probably won’t be possible in the short term. Maybe not even in my lifeti... But one day, Arica must co 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 to support that?”
Obviously, the Arican 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 ?
“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 Arica, 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 rember the conditions I ntioned 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 an you’re my woman... and I can’t stand to see soone like that in danger.”
“....”
“The developnt I hate most in fiction is when the heroine ends up in danger. Every ti I see it, I want to punch the screen. So in real life? Don’t even get started.”
“So you’re saying I should just sit still for the rest of my life? I’m not interested in being soone’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 like this, Tasha?
“Here’s what we’ll do. I’ve got a fair bit of interest in Arica too. So if I ever have the capacity, I’ll offer so support when you try to take over your family.”
“...Tasha?”
“It’s a nickna. ‘Anastasia’ is too long.”
“....”
She was speechless, but still responded politely.
“You’re telling to invite foreign influence into my family affairs? As a mber of the Ashford family, that’s unacceptable. And frankly, I question whether you’re even at that level, Mr. Muyeol. Isn’t this the ti to worry about your own standing first?”
“? I’ve already taken care of that.”
“...What do you an?”
I’ve already slept with two out of the three vice presidents.
And two of their daughters.
That ans I’ve handled my business, right?
As long as I don’t get Nice-Boated, I’m good.
“You must not know 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 ? What are you even saying?”
I’m literally telling her the truth—why won’t she get it?
“Not like I can just co out and say my whole family’s made up of my won.”
How the hell am I supposed to explain this?
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