The large-scale sweep carried out so Go Muyeol could get Rachel yielded far more than expected.
First, the massive base built inside the mountain range.
It was so enormous it could absorb an entire expeditionary force from Militaris or Biotech in an ergency, and they had bored underground passages in all directions—exaggerating only a little, a modest expansion would make movent across the entire Korean Peninsula possible.
On top of that, because we prevented the kill switch from firing, a vast amount of information ca in intact—including the locations of other bases on the Peninsula and each base’s troop status.
“The total number of bases on the Peninsula is thirteen, eight of which are in the northern half. As for each base’s force disposition—”
For Minji-ah, who runs Biotech, it was rain in a drought.
Even if we’d been taking it easy, it was still intel we hadn’t been able to obtain; now we’d captured it in bulk.
She had privately wondered why soone of the direct line was risking himself so recklessly—but with gains like this, she had no choice but to acknowledge his “judgnt.”
“—so Abyss’s remaining forces on the Peninsula are around eighty thousand, with roughly two hundred Great Demons.”
“What about S-types?”
“Registered records show a total of seven on the Peninsula.”
“Fewer than I thought.”
“Yes. It seems Abyss treats the new weapon with extre care. And recently a woman nad Han Chae-young dismantled an S-type facility and four S-type units whole and took them back to Headquarters, so only three effectively remain on the Peninsula.”
“I wanted an S-type so badly. Slippery little things, never in my hands~.”
When Minji-ah put a cigarette to her lips, the division chief giving the report hurried to light it.
“Now that we have all the locations, you’ll get them in no ti!”
“I doubt it. If they have functioning brains, they’ll have moved them by now. We won’t know where they are.”
“Surely they won’t abandon the entire Peninsula? If we strike every base on the Peninsula simultaneously, we’ll capture them wherever they are.”
“That’s what you call a strategy?”
“I—I’m sorry....”
We don’t know where they are, so hit every base at once—?
At that absurdity, Minji-ah was speechless—but she smiled faintly anyway.
“I like the violence.”
“...”
“Right. Be that aggressive.”
“...Yes.”
Answering awkwardly, the chief stuck out his tongue without thinking.
The tongue Minji-ah had once burned with a cigarette still hadn’t healed and was throbbing.
“They’re still not talking?”
“They... still haven’t opened their mouths.”
“Impressive.”
When we seized the base, countless prisoners were taken.
At the ti, Go Muyeol was defiling Rachel and Han Chae-hee, so I ended up handling prisoner sorting: I set aside the useful-looking beauties for myself and handed the rest over to Minji-ah.
Thanks to that, Biotech’s human experintation labs were, for once, lively.
“There’s no need to hear it from their mouths anyway. What we pull from the database is more accurate than anything they say. ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) And if we really need it, we can open their skulls.”
“I’ll press them harder.”
“Our trial combining the super-serum with demonic factors succeeded last ti, right? Expand in that direction. And pay more attention to the Black Knight work, too. We just got a lot of material—nothing to hold you back. Consu as much as you like.”
“Yes, Madam Chair.”
After issuing instructions and smoking in silence for a while, Minji-ah had an idea.
“Those CSA supersoldier fragnts—are they still viable?”
“They blew themselves up and the pieces were a ss, so it took effort, but we’ve restored them. We can extract bio-data at will.”
“That so...?”
Sss—
She clamped a new cigarette and lit it.
A slightly dangerous idea flickered through her head.
Maybe it would cross a taboo, a chill ran down her back—but whatever it was, if she produced results and filed a proper report, it would be fine.
“Extract the data from those fragnts, then insert demonic factors and the genetic information of two knights, then a Great Demon—anyway, mix it all and inject the super-serum. What then?”
“Wouldn’t that be... too much of a stew?”
“Stew or whatever—results are what matter. Shooting serum into a demon last ti worked, didn’t it?”
“Understood. I’ll relay it imdiately.”
“Report outcos as soon as they co in.”
“Yes. But Madam Chair, we found one odd data package....”
“Odd data?”
“It’s wrapped in a very strong lock—packaged in a format identical to what Militaris uses.”
“...?? What are you saying? Why is Militaris popping up in there?”
Tap.
Tap.
A ti of day when she should be at her busiest.
Normally, she’d be buried under reports and mountains of paperwork, dead on her feet—but for so reason Go Minji was idly staring at a screen.
Staring at sothing, fingers drumming on the desk, she seed sunk in heavy thought.
“Hmm... No matter how I look at it, it doesn’t seem like my mory is wrong...?”
Even she—eldest daughter of the Koryo Group’s eldest daughter, deeply involved in company affairs—felt like she’d been smacked in the head.
Is what I’m seeing actually real? The question kept looping in her mind, and even now the absurdity wouldn’t fade.
“Is this why we left it alone? Or from the start...? But if that were true... then what is this?”
It had been days already.
Days since she got dragged into Go Muyeol’s ridiculous operation and returned.
Even so, she often found it hard to focus on work and would drift off like this.
Press.
In the end, she summoned the division chief again.
“Is this really, really genuine?”
—Yes... There are no signs of compositing.
“Tsk.”
She’d already had it verified multiple tis.
At this point, it was a solid fact....
—Bzzzt.
Her phone rang.
Reflexively checking it—her mother and “natural” aunt, Go Min-young.
—I’ve checked.
—Absurd, but it’s real.
“...”
Not just the Secretariat; even Go Min-young, Group Vice Chair and head of Militaris, said it was certain.
That made fabrication or compositing even less likely.
“What on earth is this.”
—Seriously?
—Y e s.
—It’s real.
—If it’s not plastic surgery—
—Wow.
—What is this.
—Mom, do you—
—Know anything?
—How would I know?
—Your father might.
—Should we storm in?
Go Min-young seed just as confused.
Of course she would.
How could anyone keep calm after seeing this?
—For now
—Don’t tell Muyeol
—No telling where this could go
—Are you sure he doesn’t know?
—He’s too busy screwing won
—He doesn’t know shit
—He probably doesn’t even know what I did
—You can relax
—Don’t run your mouth needlessly
—Keep the underlings’ mouths shut
—As if there’s any doubt
—You forget what you saw too
—I an, having seen it—
—Is mory that easy to erase~?
—Want to erase it?
—Let’s not....
Min-young was scary because she actually might.
Choosing obedience, Minji wrapped the call with polite closing pleasantries and deleted everything she’d been looking at.
And then—
Press.
“Which Secretariat reviewed this?”
—...The Fifth Secretariat.
“Send condolence money to their families and move their household registry up.”
—...Yes, Regional Chair.
She deleted the people as well.
A short while later, another ssage arrived.
From Go Muyeol.
—hey
—hey u
—heyy
—What, you little shit
—When are you giving
—What you took?
—What, you little shit
—You said you’d send them to my island
—Why haven’t I heard anything?
—?
What nonsense is this punk spouting?
Then—ah—she let out a little cry.
And she launched, cursing him out in a burst.
—You moron
—You don’t even know what your dear sister’s doing
—You’re just scheming how to stuff a hole
—You pervert
—Quit humping
—Is your dick not tired?
—Your balls will wither
—What are you even on about
—You said you’d save them up and give them to
—When I asked when, why are you freaking out?
—What are you hiding?
—Hiding my ass
—It just suddenly
—Made want to punch your face in
—🖕🏻
—🖕🏻
“Ugh. Bratty grade-schooler.”
After furiously rattling the keys while bickering with her brother, she cald down enough to give a positive answer.
—I’ll send them soon
—Stop rushing
—Or I’ll drop you in the Pacific
—;;
“Bastard. He neglects all his won, but for fresh ones he can’t control himself?”
She had a good idea.
A perfect idea to ss with her annoying little brother.
It had already been days since I started “training” Rachel and Han Chae-hee.
Unfortunately, there was no major progress.
Apart from Rachel seeming to “feel” a bit more.
Not that I could hang all my ti on that—there were things to extract and things to gain—so I reached out to Go Minji.
That damned brat Minji had sorted and kept the beauties plundered from the Abyss base; she had said she’d give them to first, but when I asked when, she snapped at instead.
Hey, who was it that promised and then still hasn’t sent anything!
“Shouldn’t I be the one getting mad?”
Speechless.
—Yo
—They’ll arrive soon
—Receive them properly
—🖕🏻
—thx.
—🖕🏻
“Why flip off when I said thanks.”
While I was still baffled, Seunghee’s report ca in.
“...A large number of transport helicopters are inbound?”
“...Yes.”
“...”
Suddenly, dozens of transports appeared over Muyeol Land.
I an... they’re transporting people, so that’s not special in itself...
So why do I have a bad feeling?
Didn’t this happen once before???
“No way.”
I went outside.
In the distance, a swarm of helicopters thundered our way.
An old mory flashed.
The incident where she printed a mass of photos of her flipping off and scattered them all over my island....
—hey
—surely
—No, right?
—What
A curt reply.
And then, as the helicopters reached the airspace over Muyeol Land, the rear doors opened and things started to drop.
People.
“Oh, you’ve got to be—”
—E-e-eekkkkkkkkkkkk!!!!!
Dozens of helicopters dumped people in unison.
Ear-splitting screams unique to won tore the sky, and everyone nearby stared upward in shock.
—Whoosh!
At least there were parachutes.
As they fell, screaming without end, the chute blossod from each woman’s back and their speed dropped noticeably.
And like that, an enormous number of won were literally “dropped” all across my island.
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