Myrian.
In my past life, the na "Ellen Marshall" was much more famous. From around 2020, he was known as the richest person in the world...
And then? He went totally off the rails. He had a big hand in my downfall in my previous life, so honestly, I don’t like him much.
‘I really didn’t think a war would break out there... what a fucking lunatic.’
Myrian was born to a US soldier stationed in Korea and a Korean mother. The problem? His dad was just so rich piece of trash.
His past is pretty ssy, but... the long sob story of the guy known as Ellen Marshall in my past life? No need to spell it out.
Who the hell cares? In the end, I’ve got to deal with my own problems.
Yeah, I’ve got a few ntal issues too... but instead of sitting around wallowing in self-pity, I’d rather just say “fuck this shit” and get up to figure out how to screw soone else over.
Anyway, after a pretty rough school life, he dodged the draft and immigrated to the US. There, he hit back-to-back ho runs with the IT industry, space tech, electric cars, all that stuff... and beca the biggest star in the world.
Slurp.
I held a coffee cup in one hand, flipping through online magazines. I was looking for one thing—Myrian’s na.
‘It should be about ti for him to show up....’
He supposedly developed a small ga at 13. It was kind of a well-known story in my past life that he submitted it to an online magazine and got paid for it.
I’m planning to get close to him in middle school, but the sooner I et him, the better, right?
“Miss Ha-yeon, if you skip breakfast and drink coffee in the morning, you won’t grow.”
Si-hyun butted in from the side. I stretched out my little arms, grumbling.
“Mmm, it’s the weekend, I slept a lot. Eating after waking up late is annoying.”
Yawn.
I yawned a little. I’d stayed up late reading docunts, so I was still super tired.
“Who told you to stalk people until late? Honestly, watching you was kind of creepy.”
She looked like she’d had enough, glancing at the pile of docunts stacked in the corner. It was the list of this year’s college freshn I’d read through in a single day.
“Hey, isn’t it basic manners to know the nas of people working under ?”
“...I doubt they gave their consent.”
That’s a 21st-century problem. Actually, now that I think about it, even in the 21st century, people were pretty loose about personal info....
‘Well, I’ll get it all in my hands eventually anyway.’
I should make a ssenger app later and just collect everyone’s private info myself. It’s seriously a brilliant idea.
“Si-hyun, by the way, sothing’s missing from Daehwa Group’s new employee list.”
When I counted, the numbers didn’t match what was in the papers. The departnts didn’t line up either....
“Really? I got everything the secretary’s office could give ...”
“Who’d you get it from? The chief secretary?”
Si-hyun shook her head.
“No. He’s usually too busy to see . I got it from soone nad Han Sang-hyun in the secretary’s office.”
Ah, I’ve heard that na.
“He’s one of Uncle Jin-ha’s guys, right? I heard his uncle was classmates with Uncle Jin-ha’s dad.”
When chaebols train successors, they often stick a trusted executive’s kid by their side from a young age.
Daehwa doesn’t have a long history, so there aren’t many cases like that. If you look at the third generation, Yoo Seon-jun’s secretary is the second son of Lee Hak-cheol, the chief secretary—that’s about it.
Well, Han Sang-hyun’s uncle isn’t that big of a deal. I heard they just got close by chance.
“Oh, is this so kind of power play?”
Who knows.
“Probably nothing. It’s technically overstepping, but... he might just be a rule-stickler. A lot of stuff’s missing from Uncle Jin-seok’s side too.”
Honestly, it was kinda ballsy to expect the whole list, so I didn’t even try. I just told her to grab the new hires’ list from the welcoming party prep.
“...Still, that’s a little weird. I heard Han Sang-hyun isn’t directly from Uncle Jin-ha’s line. Overcompensating loyalty?”
Hearing that, Si-hyun tilted her head.
“You keep saying you heard this or that, but I’m with you practically 24/7 and I’ve never heard any of this. It’s not the first ti you’ve pulled random knowledge out of nowhere, but... did the chairman tell you?”
“Where did I hear it? Well, Uncle Jin-ha—”
Ah.
...If I got that info from Yoo Jin-ha, maybe it’s not that reliable.
He’s the kind of guy who’d lay groundwork for 20 years just to flash a devilish grin and say, “When did you start thinking Han Sang-hyun wasn’t mine?”
A bean counter who ruined the group ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) even after taking the chairman’s seat, but sohow still great at scheming. Should’ve been a politician, really.
“Ugh, did I get played? Tch, I might get hit hard later.”
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I kicked my feet, annoyed, but there was nothing I could do about it. Si-hyun should’ve handled this stuff on her own anyway.
‘Whatever, let’s focus on sothing else.’
Right now, finding Myrian is more important. I need to know which middle school he’s going to so I can follow.
***
I flipped through the magazines for who knows how long.
“Hmm... this is a code I wrote.”
Sotis I’d stumble on my own hobby projects and be amazed.
“This magazine’s dissing our company... I should shut them down soon.”
Wasting ti getting mad at so rag daring to trash the ga company I invested in...
And there it was.
The code for a shooting ga Myrian made by himself.
As soon as I found that code, I contacted the magazine. Obviously, not personally—I did it through the ga company I bought years ago.
It’s been four years since I bought that tiny ga company. In this industry, four years is a long ti.
Thanks to Moore’s Law, semiconductors and electronics are already four tis more powerful... and knowing where the ga industry was headed, I scooped up so hit titles early and made bank.
Thanks to that, I even got to rena the company my way.
“Pygmalion Soft,” because I wanted to make a waifu gacha ga later. My long-term plan was to tie it into AI, but that was the original idea.
I was so bitter in my past life, not having the money to pull gacha... This ti, I’ll indulge all I want.
‘Sigh, obviously the main heroine’s gotta be modeled after . I’ll make her totally OP, and the 18 content? That’s going on my device only, limited edition.’
Not just a dream, either... This company’s doing pretty damn well.
I an, I’m using all my future knowledge to invest, of course it’s doing great. We even got Tetris licensed from the Soviets.
-“Is this so kind of Soviet mind control device?”
That’s what our CEO said, and honestly, Tetris really is next-level. It’s more than just a ga—it’s got real influence.
Anyway, as a result...
Pygmalion Soft beca one of the top nas in the Korean ga scene.
My family just thinks I import the latest gas fast so I can play them (which, yeah, true), but really, it ans my company’s already at the cutting edge of gaming.
That’s why so magazine didn’t even hesitate to sell off Myrian’s personal info.
One evening.
Screech.
A black Benz raced down a back alley in the twilight. Si-hyun, behind the wheel, skillfully cut off a boy on his way ho from school.
“Ugh!”
The boy raised his arm against the dust the wind kicked up.
And then—
Click. The sleek car door opened.
From the driver’s seat, Si-hyun rolled down the window, resting her arm on the edge as she spoke.
“The young miss has summoned you.”
Wearing sunglasses, my secretary gave a professional smile, nodding toward the back seat. There sat a genius young lady in a custom oversized suit.
Obviously, that girl was —Yoo Ha-yeon.
“...Who are you?”
Ellen Marshall.
The sixth-grade engineering prodigy just stared at in a daze.
“No ti to explain! Get in, quick!”
I waved urgently, hiding my amusent under fake seriousness.
‘No way a boy could resist this.’
...Honestly, I couldn’t either. Even as a girl, my fantasies didn’t die.
Leaving the dazed Myrian getting into my Benz behind, Si-hyun gave a look like she couldn’t believe this.
“....”
Sure, I needed a way to justify bringing Myrian along, but the way she was looking at ... like I was so freak.
If she keeps this up, I might just ddle in every dating sim our company makes and make sure every sporty older-sister type is a loser heroine.
I’m serious.
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