Chapter Title: Possessed as the Chaebol Scion
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Demon Realm Incheon 2077.
It's an open-world game set in the Republic of Korea after World War III, where the country has seized vast Manchuria and the Shandong Peninsula.
As the title suggests, it's a near-future cyberpunk genre set in 2077.
A ridiculously massive mega-corporation on the level of national power dominates everything in the world. In simple terms, it's a world ruled entirely by money.
And then they poured a hefty dose of national pride on top of it all—that's *Demon Realm Incheon 2077*.
In the story, the Republic of Korea is the biggest beneficiary of World War III that broke out in 2027. It's annexed not just North Korea but the entire Northeast Three Provinces, including Beijing and Tianjin, Hebei, and Shandong Peninsula, forming a colossal empire.
Population-wise, it's at 400 million. Most of them are Chinese, which is the problem...
Players can choose between a male or female protagonist for free-form play. You could fight against the mega-corporation to realize justice, or become their lackey and wreak all sorts of havoc.
Or join a government agency to keep the corporations in check, root out corruption, and restore national discipline.
If that's not your thing, accept a contract from the demon realm that's always eyeing the human world and become a "Grand Demon" to conquer Incheon with demons—or become an "Anti-Demon" hunting those demons down to protect humanity.
Anyway, it looks amazing.
Countless gamers fell for it and opened their wallets, and I was one of them.
The problem? They crammed in everything under the sun and turned it into a fucking trash game.
Especially the optimization—it was so shit I barely scraped by to see the ending before quitting.
And right after, I left a review.
I suspect that's why I got isekai'd into this game.
They must've sent me to this crap world to punish me for insulting their game.
But they couldn't even set the possession target properly.
*Even better.*
In reality, I was a shut-in orphan loser virgin.
I open my eyes, and I'm a third-generation chaebol heir.
In this world where corporate power has reached its peak!
"Hoo..."
I stared blankly at the curling cigarette smoke.
"Today's date is..."
"It's August 24, 2076, Young Master."
A sharply dressed man answered my mumble.
With his neat slicked-back hair and black sunglasses, he stood tall beside me as I lounged like a slob.
His name was Han Kyung-baek, the secretary-type figure who managed and assisted with every move this body made.
In the group, he's known roughly as Chief Han.
*Act natural. Like Go Mu-yeol would.*
I tried not to show my pounding heart.
It was tough with the excitement of a new life starting, but recalling the personality and memories of 'Go Mu-yeol'—my new name—I managed to calm it.
"August 24... Yesterday was Victory Memorial Day, right?"
"You remembered."
This guy?
Irritated, I turned to glare at him, and Chief Han quickly bowed his head.
He bowed just from me staring silently.
So this is power.
"I'm sorry, Young Master."
The 'Go Mu-yeol' I possessed was an orphan like me.
Not originally, of course—he lost both parents in an accident when he was young.
Because of the trauma, Go Mu-yeol grew up as the Goryeo Group's biggest problem child and headache. On yesterday—Victory Memorial Day, the nation's biggest holiday—he'd called in whores and spent it fucking.
That's why there were four women passed out drunk around the bed I was sitting on.
*This guy's completely sex-crazed.*
I had all the memories.
But it's ambiguous.
How to put it—knowledge of what Go Mu-yeol had done felt like something learned through 'study' as 'facts'?
Less like memories, more like acquired 'information.'
Naturally, I knew he'd fucked nonstop yesterday, but I had no idea what it felt like.
Well, that's a relief.
Possession or whatever, I need to exist as purely 'me.' Having Go Mu-yeol's emotions would be weird.
This level is perfect.
*That aside... Even if this guy's obsessed with sex, skipping Victory Memorial Day like an idiot?*
Victory Memorial Day was a hugely important event for the Goryeo Group.
It wasn't just commemorating victory—they invited major business and political figures from across the nation to flaunt the group's power to the world. Internally, they divvied up Korea's various interests and blew their influence into key domestic agendas. In short, it was one of the most crucial pieces in the Goryeo Group manipulating the country—no exaggeration.
And on that day, he was fucking whores...
*In the setting, this incident was the breaking point. All the built-up resentment exploded, and Go Mu-yeol got completely excluded from succession. He ended up inheriting some no-name company—Goryeo Enter or whatever.*
Once the main game story kicks off, Go Mu-yeol isn't mentioned again.
"Young Master. The Chairman wants you at Geumsusan."
"..."
I stubbed out the half-smoked cigarette on the bed and got up.
My head throbbed slightly.
"Geumsusan..."
"He's quite angry."
"Figured."
I threw on some clothes and left the room.
Chief Han followed.
The women in the room... the cleanup crew would handle it.
Outside, five young men and women hurriedly bowed.
One guy ran ahead to hold the elevator, while the rest formed a guard formation around me.
To my front-left diagonal was a woman with a long ponytail swaying wildly. Her notably plump, jiggling ass caught the eye.
"..."
Had becoming a chaebol eroded my self-control?
I reached out and grabbed it.
*Oh shit.*
I regretted it internally.
Pre-possession Korea, and I'd be in cuffs instantly. Terrifying moment.
Luckily, the woman just kept walking silently, no reaction.
In 2076 Korea, ruled by mega-corporations, defying a chaebol's will was nearly impossible.
No matter what it was.
The reality of my possession started sinking in.
*Right... I'm a chaebol now.*
In 2076 Korea, where corporate power peaked.
Crunch.
"..."
Feeling the soft flesh yield in my left hand, I squeezed hard. The owner showed no displeasure.
Even as I slyly prodded her pussy with my fingers—same.
She'd probably let me throw her down and fuck her right there without resisting.
*The feel is insane. So this is a woman's ass.*
I kneaded it, entranced.
For a shut-in gamer like me, the sensation was overwhelmingly stimulating.
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Geumsusan refers to the Sun Palace in Pyongyang's Geumsusan.
Back when North Korea existed, it was called the Geumsusan Sun Palace or Presidential Palace. After unification, it became the Victory Memorial Hall.
Around 2050, the current Chairman bought it and turned it into the owner family's main residence.
Buying the Victory Memorial Hall to use as a house shows how much the Goryeo Group cares about Victory Memorial Day. They still hold national ceremonies there. The President and Prime Minister probably came yesterday too.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk."
That's why Goryeo Group Chairman Go Young-man clicked his tongue the moment he saw me.
Over 70, but he looked barely in his thirties. Thanks to advanced anti-aging tech.
"I'm sorry, Chairman."
I bowed obediently in apology, but he turned his back like he'd given up on me.
Not a word.
"Young Master."
Instead, his secretary approached with a paper bag.
"A gift from the Chairman."
"Gift?"
I took the paper bag.
This must be... the documents transferring that Goryeo Enter company or whatever.
Rustle.
I pulled out the papers, casually tossing the bag on the floor like a chaebol asshole. The secretary hurriedly bowed to pick it up and explained.
"It's an entertainment agency called Goryeo Enter. No notable talents yet, but it has about 100 billion won in capital."
"Wow. 100 billion."
Even in 2076, the won's value matches pre-possession Korea's.
Inflation happened, but a redenomination reset it that way—in the setting.
Naturally, 100 billion won is an enormous sum. Enough to buy a few houses smack in central Gangnam.
But...
*Peanuts to a chaebol.*
This era's Korean chaebols—especially the Go family of Goryeo Group—had publicly revealed assets of 13 quadrillion won.
13 quadrillion!
With many family members, even dividing it up, each has at least hundreds of trillions. And that's just the revealed assets.
Me? A measly 100 billion?
*Fuck, you moron. How much shit did you pull?*
Human greed knows no bounds.
Becoming a chaebol third-gen was a great start, but thinking this idiot's fuckups left me with just(?) 100 billion made my blood boil.
"Young Master, meal is ready. Please eat before you go."
The secretary carefully phrased it to signal the business was done.
Anyone not a total idiot would get the Chairman's intent.
*Sigh. Guess I'll have to build it up myself.*
I took the paper bag from the secretary, put the documents back, and bowed to the Chairman—who still had his back turned.
"I'll be going now... Sorry, Chairman."
The Chairman didn't reply.
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Originally a palace, then Victory Memorial Hall, now the chaebol owner family's main home—the Sun Palace was lavishly opulent everywhere.
Even the mere hallway had world-famous paintings hung every foot or so, modern sculptures dotting the space.
The ceiling bore intricate murals of some endless story, densely carved.
*Just the art visible here would fetch over 100 billion.*
How much did he have to piss them off?
Flipping through Go Mu-yeol's memories a bit more... Yeah, it made sense.
*Idiot little shit.*
"Idiot. Little shit."
"?"
What? Who?
Who put my thoughts into words so perfectly?
A woman stood in front.
Long straight hair swaying, sharp eyes, teardrop mole on the right.
A stunning beauty that seized the gaze.
As I stopped, she feigned surprise, daintily covering her mouth.
"Oh dear, did you hear? Sorry."
Anyone could see she'd said it loud and clear, but she acted innocent disgustingly.
*...Go Hayan. Go Mu-yeol's half-sister.*
Unlike the ultimate delinquent and incompetent Go Mu-yeol, she was capable.
Later she took a high position at Goryeo Card or something? Details fuzzy.
"Always stumbling around drunk, didn't know your ears were that sharp~. Thought you were on drugs or something~."
"Did you think so too, Sis? I think Go Mu-yeol's an idiot too. Great minds."
"What?"
"See you."
I nodded to the stunned woman and brushed past.
From behind: "What the hell's with that guy? Did he eat something bad?"
*Not bad food—possessed. Your brother's body is prime.*
In the bad way.