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Here, my name is Jin Yong-tae.
My original name was ■■■, but strangely, it wouldn't come out whenever I tried to say it out loud.
It had been a week since I had satisfyingly unloaded on the drama writer on the viewer message board.
I had possessed the body of a Japanese person I didn't even know.
Ah! To be precise, he was a third-generation Zainichi Korean, so you could say he was Korean.
The original work was set in Korea, so I had no idea who had made me possess a body in Japan, or for what reason.
Because of that, I couldn't utilize the advantages of a possessor at all.
You know how in novels, the possessor knows the content of the original work and uses it to gain an advantage, but both the game [Megacorp's Youngest Son] and the drama [Megacorp's Youngest Son] were set in Korea; Japan was only ever a place that was briefly brushed past a few times.
Since I was a die-hard fan of the original game, I knew a little about the Japan setting, but there was no information I could make use of.
The one saving grace was that I hadn't been possessed without any information about myself; the information about this Jin Yong-tae was implanted in my head.
It felt like I had been somewhat assimilated during the possession.
To explain it briefly, he was 20 years old and had graduated from high school two days ago.
His family wasn't well-off, so he wasn't going to college and was scheduled to start working at a nearby small-to-medium-sized enterprise in three weeks.
He grew up in a single-mother household, not even knowing who his father was.
Still, thankfully, his filial piety was deep, so he grew up without going astray or causing any trouble.
No girlfriend.
His face was handsome, resembling his mother, Jin Mi-ja.
His special skills were the martial arts he learned to overcome being bullied for being a Zainichi Korean, and the fact that the size of his cock was on par with a Westerner's.
That was pretty much the life the guy named Jin Yong-tae had lived.
Though now, all of this was my life.
At first, I tried to find a way back somehow, but just like in the dozens of possession novels I had read before being possessed, there was no way to return.
So now, I was just lying down, watching TV, and enjoying the two-week vacation before starting my job.
I was flipping through channels with the remote when breaking news popped up on a news channel, so I stopped.
What's going on?
-Taira Saburo, the third son of the Taira Group's chairman, passed away in a traffic accident an hour ago.
The TV screen showed scenes of a high-end foreign car, crushed to a ghastly degree, and an ambulance.
This is more surprising than I thought, huh?
In this world, the Taira Group was one of Japan's two great megacorps, so for the accident site of the third son of Taira Danjo, the Taira Group's chairman, to be revealed to the public in just an hour was an exceptional event.
Could this be the work of the Minamoto side, Taira's rival megacorp?
"It's got nothing to do with me."
I muttered to myself and changed the channel.
Taira, Minamoto—all of that was too far removed from me.
Like a story from another world, maybe?
I needed to adapt to this near-future setting that was close to cyberpunk; I couldn't waste time on a megacorp that had nothing to do with me.
The story would be different if I had been possessed in Korea, where I had a lot of information.
"Hm. Should I just go to Korea?"
Wouldn't Korea, where I at least knew the game's information, be better than being in Japan?
I briefly thought that, but since the original work was a game, Korea was a place where things were being destroyed left and right, and with biochemical weapons and gunfights so rampant they'd put America's Harlem to shame.
Monsters even broke out of research labs. In a word, Korea was becoming a modern-day demon realm.
Of course, other countries were also in the process of transitioning to being centered around megacorps, so you couldn't say they were better than Korea.
For reference, in the game, Korea's chaebol, the Shingang Group to which the protagonist belonged, used that chaos to seize control of Korea.
The protagonist's setup was also that he was the youngest son of Shingang, and it was a story about him overcoming numerous adversities to surpass his grandfather, the founder of Shingang.
Well, it wasn't like Japan was without its problems, but perhaps because I knew the details about Korea, I became afraid of going there?
Still, the information I knew about Korea was a waste.
Should I just drop by Korea for a bit and grab the items or technology I wanted?
That sounded good, too.
If I just grabbed the items and got out, I probably wouldn't die a sudden death in Japan, at least.
As I was flipping through the TV channels, thinking about whether there were any items from the original work that could be helpful to me, the door was suddenly thrown open with a bang.
Two muscular men in black suits, both over two meters tall, were standing at the door.
The men in black suits entered my home with their dress shoes still on and stood before me.
What the? Are they yakuza? Why did they come to my house?
"We don't have time, so I'll get straight to the point. You need to go to a funeral right now, so please put on these clothes."
"Wh-What are you talking about? Don't you have the wrong house?"
As I stuttered in confusion, the expressions of the men in suits holding out the suit to me sharpened.
"Are you not Hata Ryuta-san? It would be best if you washed up first. Your mother is also at the funeral, so you must go quickly as well."
Hata Ryuta was simply the Japanese reading of Jin Yongtae's kanji.
My few friends usually called me Hata-san or something like that.
The men in suits forcibly pulled me to my feet and sent me to the bathroom.
I was flustered, but I turned on the water and started showering.
Seeing as they knew my name, it didn't seem like they came to the wrong place… and it seemed like Mom had already gone ahead.
I guess I'll find out who died once I get there.
Thanks to their military experience, Korean men could shower quickly.
I, too, got out in three minutes, roughly dried my hair, and put on the suit the men gave me.
As befitting a funeral suit, it was a black suit with a black necktie.
Somehow, they knew my size, as it was a perfect fit.
"I'm dressed. But who passed away?"
"...."
"Hata Ryuta-san's father has passed away."
"What?"
The men in suits, who had suddenly dropped a bombshell of information, ignored my questioning and grabbed me on both sides, leading me out of the house.
What incredible strength. It was as if they'd had modification surgery.
A high-end sedan was parked in front of the house, and it had a mark that was an abstract representation of a butterfly, so it seemed to be a luxury model from Taira Motors.
For reference, the symbol representing Taira was a butterfly crest.
No way…. It felt like something was assembling in my head.
The two men in black suits who'd had physical modification surgery, the luxury model Taira car, and the news article I saw earlier….
Surely my dad wasn't the third son of a chaebol family, right?
I got into the back seat, and the men in suits sat next to me and in the driver's seat.
Contrary to their large builds, the driving was smooth.
As if intending to leave Tokyo, the car got on a road heading east from Edogawa Ward, the eastern suburb where I lived.
The inside of the car was silent for the hour-long drive.
They didn't say anything about me using my phone, so I tried to contact my mom on LINE, but there was no reply.
Is she really at the funeral? Or has she been kidnapped?
Many questions continued to wash over my mind like waves.
The place we arrived at was an incredibly massive and spacious Japanese-style mansion.
I checked on GPS before getting out and saw it was a secluded place in Chiba City, Chiba Prefecture.
Strangely, the mansion didn't appear on the GPS, but there was definitely a large mansion that looked like something you'd only see in a historical drama.
Next to the gate, a sign with 忌中 (Kichū), meaning 'in mourning,' was posted.
Servants dressed in kimonos were standing at the entrance, and when the men in suits got out, they opened the gate without a word.
I timidly followed them in and saw my mother standing vacantly amidst the bustling crowd, dressed in a black kimono worn for funerals.
It was the kind of outfit I'd occasionally seen in Japanese porn before I was possessed, so seeing it in real life felt novel.
I went to my mother's side. Looking at her expression, she didn't seem particularly sad.
"Mom."
"Oh, you're here?"
"What's going on all of a sudden? They said Father passed away…. Who in the world is this 'Father' person?"
Of course, having come this far, it wasn't as if I hadn't guessed.
Still, I had to confirm it.
"Your father is Taira Saburo. The third son of the Taira Group."
I knew it.
Then did he leave me some inheritance?
He was a father I had never once seen in my life, and besides, I was in the position of having possessed this body, so even hearing that my father had died, I was more interested in the scraps that would come after than feeling sad.
"How dare you…! What gives you the right to be here!"
Wow, to think I'd hear a line straight out of a drama here.
A beautiful woman with brown hair approached my mother and shouted.
This woman was also wearing a kimono, and her figure must have been considerable, as her curves were distinct even though she was wearing a kimono, which conceals the figure.
Looking at her body, she suddenly seemed attractive.
"I didn't want to come here either. The Taira Group dragged me here by force."
My mom didn't back down and confronted her confidently. If my guess was right, this woman must be Taira Saburo's wife, right?
I had heard her name somewhere; it was Taira Yukiko.
"What did you say? Y-You…! Where does a cat-like bitch like you get off!"
Another classic drama line.
Anyway, calling her a cat, what a cute choice of words. I almost looked for some popcorn.
My mom still showed no signs of being flustered. My mom is surprisingly tough, huh?
In contrast, Taira Yukiko seemed somewhat anxious, maybe because her husband had died.
As our side became noisy, everyone's eyes turned towards us.
I could hear whispers, and unpleasant things being said, like 'illegitimate child' or 'Zainichi,' referring to me.
This body must have taken after my mother, because there wasn't much of a change in my state of mind.
There were only rose-colored thoughts about how much inheritance I could receive.
Even as the third son, he was a man of the Taira family, which vied for the top spot in Japan, so it seemed I could inherit a not-insignificant fortune.
"Enough! What is this commotion?"
Taira Danjo, the head of the Taira Group, who was currently 82 years old but looked to be in his mid-50s with long white hair, shouted as he approached us.
He has nearly ten people in his entourage.
How interesting.
Seeing the head of a chaebol family, someone I'd only seen on TV or the internet, felt kind of like seeing a celebrity.
"Father, these two are…"
"Shut that mouth! This child is a child who carries my blood. Surely you're not calling my blood lowly, are you?"
Taira Danjo cut off Taira Yukiko's words and pointed at me as he spoke.
Taira Yukiko winced at Taira Danjo's words and shut her mouth.
"You, a body that couldn't even produce a child, how dare you make such a scene where there are so many guests? Apologize to this mother and child!"
"I-I'm sorry."
Taira Yukiko bowed her head to my mother and apologized.
Of course, the way she bit her lip as she bowed showed it was not a sincere apology.
And then, when she looked at me, she actually flinched in surprise.
The way she was looking at me, surprised with her eyes wide like a rabbit's, was quite cute.
"He looks like… Saburo-san…. Ah, my apologies."
Everyone nearby must have heard the murmur.
For Taira Saburo's own wife to unconsciously say I looked like him, it seemed the deceased Taira Saburo really was my father.
"Are you Saburo's son?"
"So I've been told."
"'So you've been told'? Hahaha!"
At my somewhat provocative words, Taira Danjo laughed loudly.
I faintly heard someone say, "What an insolent brat!" but let's just lightly ignore it.
"The fact that you are here means that my blood flows in your veins. The guys from our special unit even checked your DNA."
When the hell did they check my DNA?
This was absurd on a whole new level. I was dumbfounded by Taira Danjo's words.