âMr. Kim Kangchul,â I said, trying to remember what his actual title was. Oh, right. It was Team Leader. Team Leader of the Player Scouting Team.
âYes, Mr. Kim Hyukjin.â
He wasnât affected by Mettle anymore, but I could feel he was more restrained with me.
âSomehow⌠it feels like we are being treated like subordinates.â
âSurely not. Thatâs not the case at all.â Kim Kangchul shook his head, his expression earnest. âIt is just that we wish to acquire slightly more precise information about the gate that just formed, as well as confirm Player casualties. We must know what happened in the gate in detail. That is the duty of the Players Association.â
âPlayers Associationâ was the grand name for what was actually a private subsidiary of Sungshin. In other words, this was all just a corporationâs profit-seeking.
For now, I kept up the charade and put it nicely.
âIt sounds like you intend on building a database.â
âYes. We will gather all kinds of data and make a large collection of information. In a way that will help mankind.â
It wasnât information that would help mankind, but information that would help Sungshin. But I didnât say that. They were doing what was profitable for them, and I, of course, was doing the same. That wasnât bad. Rather, it was all too natural. It was just that there was no need for me to lower myself for their profit.
âAnd if I donât want to cooperate?â
âYou will have no choice but to cooperate.â
He was exuding the same peculiar confidence I had felt last time, too.
âEven though heâs a team leaderâŚâ
It wasnât like his insight was particularly outstanding.
Summary:
Ordinary Person Hungry for Success
A lot could be inferred from his summary. âOrdinary Personâ being in his summary meant that he was a regular guy with no special traits.
âIn ten years, heâll become the Players Associationâs Head of Personnel.â
Making it fairly high up despite having ordinary abilities could only mean one thing. He either hugged the right thigh, or made a good impression on his superior. He was good at climbing the so-called âcorporate ladderâ.
âThatâs why he hasnât recognized the worth of Players and is responding like this.â
Had President Song really not known that Kim Kangchul would act like this?
âNo. He must have known.â
I had an inkling that he purposefully sent Team Leader Kim. He picked out a person who could act calmly, without a hint of reserve. That was the Presidentâs tactic to maintain this farce. He was also bound to be curious as to how I would handle his grandson, a long-time sufferer of chuunibyou.
âYou seem to be very confident.â
âBecause all Players in Korea will become members of the Korean Players Association.â
âIs that law?â
It wasnât. It was just that the Players themselves hadnât realized their own value and were still dazed after the whirlwind of events where several Players died. That was why they were cooperating with Sungshin.
âIt will soon become law.â
I had no doubt it would. After all, Sungshin had an enormous sway over the government.
âHowever.â
As enormous and powerful as Sungshin was, the latent power and worth we Players held was just as big.
âBy soon, you mean that it isnât law yet.â I took a step closer to Kim Kangchul. âIâm not very happy about this high-handed atmosphere, the feeling of being interrogated. I refuse to cooperate with Sungshin in such a situation. I am not an employee of Sungshin.â
The prey should be taking the bait around now. I could feel Song Jinchulâs body trembling with rage.
âAnd I have absolutely zero desire to kneel to a rude brat like him.â
Considering that he submitted to âMettleâ earlier, his pride was surely well and properly dented.
Summary: Self-Proclaimed Chosen One Whose Pride is Injured
âMister. Move.â
My target was never Kim Kangchul. It was always the young rascal named Song Jinchul. Kim Kangchul stepped back.
âDid someone shit in your cereal? Is your head for show? Do you not know who I am?â
Of course I did. A 3rd generation chaebol spoiled brat. I retorted back, âDo you know who I am?â
â...â
âJust why the hell are you kicking up a fuss when you donât even know who I am?â
Jinchulâs eyes filled with astonishment. He was really easy to handle. This chaebol young master had surely never experienced such treatment before. A delusional edgelord just needed to be treated like a delusional edgelord.
âDoes being a 3rd generation chaebol kid make you invulnerable to pain?â
âY-Youuuuâ!â Jinchulâs body quivered, and then he burst out with a stream of hostility. âI am Song Jinchul! The person who will one day become the rightful master of Sungshin!â
After revealing his identity, Song Jinchul puffed out his chest. The powerful name âSungshinâ filled him with hot air.
âWhatâs wrong? Scared?â
âAs if.â I gave him an intentional smirk. âA middle school student who talks down to a team leader of Sungshin. A young kid with no qualifications who can willfully barge into matters between Players and the Association. A moron with not a single ratâs tail of respect or manners.â Even without Eye of Perception, I would have realized who this brat was. âAnyone could tell with their eyes closed that youâre most likely a 3rd generation chaebol brat.â
â...â
Song Jinchulâs face flushed red hot.
State: Very Angry
All the other emotions had been pushed aside, making it so that Eye of Perception could pick up only ârageâ. The boy was very mad, it seemed.
Song Jinchul spat out, âYou. Youâre going to regret this.â
âDo you want me to make you feel regret right now?â
I took one step closer. The three bodyguards behind Jinchul stepped in front of him, almost like they were his guardian knights. But it was fine; Iâd never intended on laying a hand on the kid anyway.
âNow, heâll run off to grandpa and tell him what happened today.â
What President Songâs spoiled grandson would tell him would inevitably differ from what Kim Kangchul would tell him. The kid would probably spill the whole story without a filter.
I looked Song Jinchul dead in the eye. âThe information we have is essentially new culture. That will soon become the driving force for the future.â
â...â
President Song Kiyoung, please listen up.
âI wonât sell my worth for mere peanuts.â I smirked again. âAnd especially not to a spoiled brat like you.â
âY-Y-Youuuuâ!â
âNo matter how young you might be, itâs clear that youâve got absolutely zero eye for things. Do you think a 3rd generation chaebol kid like you could really inherit the company? Is your grandpa really so foolish?â
I blatantly attacked the premier chaebol of Korea, as well as Song Kiyoung himself. All of my words would no doubt enter the Presidentâs ears via his grandson. Without a filter.
[The âMerchant of Veniceâ is greatly satisfied by your attitude and guts.]
It seemed the Merchant of Venice liked my response, too.
âConsidering President Songâs personalityâŚâ
I had already met the President once. He might be slightly incensed that I went after a young kid, but he was definitely not one to mix private and work matters. He would actually end up seeing me in a new light. After all, there werenât many people who could talk to Jinchul like this even after knowing he was President Songâs grandson. At least, not in Korea.
âIâll show you that this kind of method wonât work on me, on us.â
I didnât look kindly to being treated like a criminal dragged to the interrogation room and being made to share each and every thing that happened, rewards and tips included. In this rapidly changing new world, information was essentially money, power, and authority. I couldnât just sit here and let that be taken from me with cattle prods.
âAnd even if I were to give you information, there should be appropriate compensation.â
I was sending President Song a message loud and clear through his grandson. Instead of using a method like this, come with a more attractive carrot next time. Something a little better than a pathetic 2 million annual salary contract. Something a little more appropriate for our worth.
âIf itâs President Song, heâll get what Iâm saying.â
That was enough for using Jinchul as my mouthpiece.
âAlright, Iâve laid the framework.â
Now, it was time for the slightly bigger picture. There were two reasons why I refused to cooperate with them. The first was that I didnât want to lower our value and asking prices. The second was to make someone witness our quarreling.
âSomeone in this room.â I glimpsed someone with a bulky physique walking over in a rage. âSomeone like the Brown Bear Kim Taechun.â
Taechun had already lost to Yeonseo in a 1 vs. 1 and was one-sidedly beaten by Yoohyun, so his pride mustâve been sorely bruised. Despite that, his summary was still âSelf-Proclaimed Predatorâ. It seemed he was still riding the âhero highâ from destroying the pillars.
âTaechun has labeled me as prey.â
I had already sensed his gaze stabbing into me. My Eye of Perception continuously picked up a gaze prickly with not-so-friendly intentions. There was no doubt that the Courageous Lion Kingâs quest was still unfinished.
The picture was all drawn out.
âYou must be desperate to catch the eye of Sungshin, yes?â
If he wanted to do that, heâd have to pick a fight with me. He also had decent justification to do so, since I was the only one refusing to cooperate. If he suppressed me, he would look very valiant.
âAh.â
But he was hesitating and not rushing in. From the look in his eyes and the energy I could feel from him via Eye of Perception, he clearly wanted to dash over and shout, âWhyâre you the only one acting out, you bluffing piece of shit!â But he was holding back.
âWait, I think itâs because Yoohyun and Yeonseo are next to me.â
I realized the reason.
âYoohyun and Yeonseo, go somewhere else. Naturally. Without making it obvious,â I said quietly, turning briefly to the two.
Yoohyun immediately started whistling. There wasnât even music, but he even danced with his shoulders. All of a sudden? Whistling, here? I told him to not make it obvious, but he made it so awkward I nearly withered on the inside. Sung-gu shook his head and followed, muttering, âHaah, that idiot.â
âI shouldnât⌠make him act.â
It looked, by all accounts, that I shouldnât make Yoohyun act.
In comparison, Yeonseo slipped away and blended into another group of Players rather naturally. From her noticeably light steps, I suspected she was using her movement skill.
That left just me, Sunghyun, and Sunhwa.
âSunghyun is a thorn in his side.â
Sunghyun played a decisive role in the âHill of Blowing Windâ clear. Taechun was sure to be unhappy with him.
âAnd Sunhwaâs easy to underestimate.â
As far as Taechun could see, I no longer had anyone to protect me.
âHeâll come now, right?â
Sure enough, the large man approached. This bear was very good at taking bait.
âOi. Iâve been listening over there.â He came right up to me, looming over me with his massive frame. He lived up to his nickname. âYouâre being a bit harsh there. Do you think all the Players here are stupid? The folks from the Association are saying we should work together to gather data, so whyâre you being so difficult? Are you the only one whoâs too good for this?â
âWhat do you think the folks from the Association will do after gathering the data?â
âWell obviously, theyâll⌠make things way better for later Playing. Cause weâll have more info.â
Once again, I smirked. Perhaps finding my actions amusing, the Merchant of Venice sent me a gift.
[The âMerchant of Veniceâ sends you the temporary skill âSmiling Provocationâ.]
Like the name suggested, it was an ability that would make the opposite party feel terrible as you smiled at them. It wasnât some big awesome skill, and later, it would even be frequently used via scrolls. The ability was something akin to a âjokeâ.
[Using the temporary skill Smiling Provocation.]
I smirked, knowing that it would greatly irritate Taechun.
âDo you truly think it will make things better for Playing?â I shook my head, as if telling him he was wrong. âSurely you donât think the Players Association is moving for the good of the public? Since when has Sungshin been a charity?â
At this time, the Players Association would not act for the good of the public. They were 100% a private subsidiary working for Sungshin.
âThis is a place where Sungshin, recognizing the value of new tech, invited Players, the people most closely related to new tech.â
To say it outrightâ
âItâs laughable that theyâre already treating us like their company employees. Itâs hard to tell whether theyâve invited us or are interrogating us.â
Taechunâs face reddened a little.
âWe donât have a superior-subordinate relationship.â Raising my voice a little, I said, âThis is a type of business cooperation, one where our interests must align for us to work together. Do you think that in a business, the other party will give me equal treatment if Iâm lowering my worth, taking initiative to bow down low, and scrambling to present myself as a slave? Idiot.â
I continued to read his mood with Eye of Perception.
âThatâs right. Get mad. Exactly as I want you to.â
âIs that block above your shoulders an ornament?â
I never intended on having a logical debate with Kim Taechun. That wasnât his role in the picture I was drawing.
âShit like you whoâs all bark and no bite daresâŚ!â Taechun fumed. âI tolerated you because youâre a non-combat class, but thereâs no second chance for you, you piece of shit.â
âThatâs right. In my scenario, this is your role. Getting whipped into a frenzy,â I sneered inwardly. Up to this point, the scene was progressing as I wished.
[The âNameless Observerâ is observing you.]
[The âCourageous Lion Kingâ ridicules your articulate mouth.]
[The âWhispering Devilâ is having fun.]
[The âMerchant of Veniceâ has a high evaluation of you.]