Chapter 6: True Wealth

Translator: Lei

Proofreader: Masadeer (Japtem) & Lei

“Levitation!”

Shwaa!

With my incantation, I felt the mana in my circles drain away with frightening speed.

“Ohh, OHHHHHHHH! I’m up! I’m floating!”

At the same time, I rose into the air as if someone was lightly lifting my body. Magic was truly something that was constantly giving me surprises. I posed with my arms stretched forward in flight, as if I had become a baby Superman.

“Huhuhu. If I were to become an archmage like Master, even world domination would be no problem.”

The uses for magic were limitless. Though this was the cutting-edge 21st century, there was no end to the things that could be done with magic. You could rob a bank using Invisibility magic to hide yourself from people, or you could even peep on the women’s baths, the forbidden land that would forever capture one’s curiosity. If you installed a safe Warp magic circle, you would be able to travel the world as much as you wanted, whenever you wanted. Not only that, the various attack and defense spells could make you invincible.

Furthermore, if you were to use extensive magic knowledge to develop new medicines, substances, or magic items, raking in a fortune would be a piece of cake.

“If I keep going at this rate, I should be able to reach the 4th Circle, or even the 5th Circle, in four years.”

The new mana channeling method that Master had been unable to learn despite creating it, internal chi channeling reinterpreted as mana breathing, matched my hasty personality. What good would it be to become an old 8th Circle archmage at a hundred years of age? My youth would be gone, and my beautiful girlfriends over the years would be reduced to bones and skin, on the verge of returning to the ground.

‘Let’s learn it in one go! I’ll grow at a speed that no one has achieved in the history of magic!’

I could feel three distinct mana circles in my chest. The mana in my upper and lower danjeons were forming circles while communicating with each other.

‘3rd Circle magic isn’t enough. At best, the greatest attack spell is a measly Lightning. Since I can’t use strong magic, there’s no magic I can use when I’m really in danger.’

Magic theories were whizzing through my mind. In order to cast magic instantly without a formula and an incantation, you had to be one circle higher than the spell. So simply learning 3rd Circle magic didn’t mean much. Instead of slowly casting magic without any protection, it was faster and more effective to just use my fist.

‘The 4th Circle! My next goal is the 4th Circle!’

As Master said, “Once a mage, always a mage.”

Before I knew it, I too had become a mage greedy for circles and magic knowledge.

‘I’ll learn flight magic. Then I’ll go up to the window in Yerin’s room, and… huhuhu…’

One lewd thought was firing up my fighting spirit. It was the reason I needed magic.

Later, I planned on passing it down to my kids, too. After making 108 spells that were very useful in real life, of course.

* * *

“Is this information accurate?”

“Yes, Master. The Magician Group’s private plane that we have been watching has been in Incheon International Airport for an extended time. The person who used the plane is a 17 year old high schooler named Kang Hyuk.”

“A high schooler, you say… he’s definitely that old man’s disciple. Otherwise, that old man who treats money like his own blood wouldn’t give away his plane.”

A middle-aged man in his forties was sitting on a chair made of the finest crocodile skin. The white tiger hide and the ten-odd rifles hanging on the walls as decorative pieces were a testament to the man’s remarkable social standing.

“Send some useful fellows to observe the kid named Kang Hyuk.”

“Yes, Master!” barked the man with a deep scar stretching from his right eye to his mouth, bowing.

The man in front, the one called Master, had horrible scars over his forehead and was one of the three heads of the Triad. In Hong Kong, China, and the East, the sound of his name alone made people tremble.

His name was Chang Li.

He was one of the legendary killing machines in the Triad who had risen to his current position by his fists alone.

‘You old man… I’ve waited for this day. I can’t do anything to you, but I’ll trample all the seeds you’ve sown before they can sprout. Nghh!’

Twenty or so years ago, he went into the Czech Republic for a contracted assassination and happened to become a mage. At first, he thought of the old man as a lunatic who was building castles in the air, but after seeing the terrifying magic with his own eyes, Chang Li became the mage’s disciple. However, he was unable to overcome the wall of the 3rd Circle, even after several years of training, so Chang Li decided to kill the mage and steal his fortune.

There was enormous wealth piled up in the place that was the mage’s magic tower, as well as an astronomical amount of money squirreled away in every nation in the world. Just robbing the magic tower would give him a fortune great enough to start an organization with laughable ease. That was what led him to try and murder the old man, but he failed.

An 8th Circle archmage.

The upper circle magic he had only imagined was far greater than he’d ever thought. Expecting that Chang Li would betray him, the crazy mage had already laid magic traps all over the place, and Chang Li was forced to bash his head into the ground in order to survive.

‘Kang Hyuk… I sincerely hope you have the skills to survive me. Kukuku.’

Through the tenacious constitution he had been born with and bloody training on his part, Chang Li had trained 3rd Circle magic to its very limits.

Magic had gotten him to where he was now and was the true source of his strength.

* * *

“Hyuk, what should I do? I think my grades will fall this time.”

“A man shouldn’t cry just because his test scores fell a little!”

‘Kukuku! Our midterms have finally ended,’ I rejoiced. Even for an archmage, midterms were an unavoidable part of Korea’s education curriculum.

Joong-hyun was shaking as he held his last test paper, the fear of having bombed the test all over his face.

‘There’s really no way for me to not love Master. Kukuku.’

I had grown smarter after learning magic, and that was underselling it. I had become so sharp that I could memorize everything in a book I read one time with a little concentration. That was all I did before I took the tests.

There wasn’t a single problem I couldn’t answer.

‘Now that I think about it, didn’t Master say he also raised Einstein? Since he was said to have used about 20% of his brain… Oohh! Then have I also come to possess such an outstanding brain?’

The immense benefits of magic were revealing themselves to me layer by fascinating layer. If this kept going, I felt like I could even win a Nobel Prize one day.

“Hoho, good work, everyone. But since the end of midterms doesn’t mean that your life’s exams are over, please don’t lose steam and keep going strong. There’s nothing to lose by studying, after all. Hohohoho!”

Ms. Wang, the Dreaded Snow White who deflated everyone’s spirits every time she opened her mouth, droned on about studying with no understanding of the feelings of the kids who had been liberated from exams.

“Teacher, my grandfather told me to bring over all my friends who finished their exams.”

“Oh, really? You’re saying CEO Hwang said that, right?”

“Yes. He said he would invite everyone to our Ohsung Hotel.”

‘Just look at him.’ I had warned him not to flaunt his money, but Hwang Sung-taek yapped through his snout with a proud look.

“The Ohsung Hotel is really good. I was there not long ago too, and the food is absolute perfection. So delicious.”

The Ohsung Group was second to none in the Republic of Korea. As the direct grandson of that Ohsung Group’s CEO, Hwang Sung-taek was proudly treating the group like it was his.

“A bus has been prepared outside. We can go now.”

“Hoho, sounds good. Everyone, your friend’s grandfather invited us, so we all have to go, right? Let’s play to our heart’s content today.”

Though she had been pressuring us to study because ‘the end of midterms doesn’t mean your life’s exams are over’ just a moment ago, Ms. Wang’s lips stretched ear to ear at the mere mention of an invitation to the hotel.

“Wow! I heard the buffet at the Ohsung Hotel is tasty; we get to stuff ourselves today!”

“Hoho! It’s good to have a well-off friend after all.”

Along with the Daehan Group, the Ohsung Group was one of the big conglomerates in Korea. The kids in class were clamoring in anticipation.

“Well, if you’re busy and don’t want to go, you don’t need to force yourself. I’m especially saying this to those who could get lost in the hotel.” Hwang Sung-taek looked at me, laughing coldly.

‘T-That brat! Arrrggh!’ I was already planning on giving him a scolding, but this Hwang Sung-taek really was testing the limits of my patience. ‘Fine, I’ll go. Let’s see how well-off you really are.’

I had never been to the Ohsung Hotel before in my life. I smiled as I ground my teeth.

Mask the dagger in thy heart.

A blade was hidden deep within in my smile.

* * *

“Isn’t this nice~?”

“As expected of the Ohsung Hotel!”

The class of kids wearing school uniforms arrived at the Ohsung Hotel’s buffet. The mellow sound of a 10-person chamber ensemble filled the air in a large hall with what seemed to be over a hundred different kinds of top-class dishes, each one begging to be put into our famished stomachs.

‘This is pretty good, isn’t it? My house is nearby and I won’t have to worry about my meals, too.’

A ridiculous thought occurred to me as soon as I saw the Ohsung Hotel’s buffet.

“Miss Manager.”

“Yes, is there something wrong?”

I called the female staff member who seemed to be a manager. She was looking around, stiff with tension because the CEO’s heir and his friends were here.

“How much is this?”

The manager, whose name tag read ‘Lee Yun-shil,’ followed my finger to the buffet. “At dinner time, it is about $120, including additional tax. But Daehan High School students, and even their immediate family members, get a 50% discount by the CEO’s special orders.”

As expected of an employee at a top-class hotel, the manager put on a business smile and gave a friendly explanation.

“No, not that. How much is this hotel?”

“What? T-The hotel?” My nonchalant query about the hotel’s price briefly confused the manager Lee Yun-shil. “Our hotel is an unlisted company, so I do not know the exact price. But since it’s $50 per unlisted share… I would say that around $120 million would be sufficient.”

Likely thinking it was just a student’s thoughtless remark, Manager Lee Yun-shil emphasized the $120 million.

“What is your dream, miss?”

“What? My dream?” The manager lady thought for a brief moment while looking at me, a person asking weird questions instead of eating. She was probably thinking that I was asking all sorts of questions even though I wasn’t a matchmaker or life counselor. “Of course, it’s to be a hotel administrator, the biggest dream a hotelier can have. To that end, I have lived while doing my best.”

‘Oh! This lady is pretty cool.’

It was said that those who dream are beautiful. The pretty lady in her late twenties said with sparkly eyes that she wanted to become a hotel administrator.

“Then good news will be coming to you soon.”

“What? Good news?” asked Manager Lee Yun-shil, failing to understand what I meant.

“I need a better place to eat, you see. So I was thinking about buying this hotel,” I whispered conspiratorially in her ear.

“…”

She was completely silent for a moment.

“If you really do take over the hotel, please leave the administration to me. I will make it the top hotel in all of Korea, no, the entire world.”

Manager Lee Yun-shil must have taken it as a joke, because she regained her composure after a moment and whispered into my ear with a grin. She was such a charming woman that I would introduce her to my older brother, if I had one.

* * *

Munch munch.

I dipped meaty king crab pieces in kiwi sauce and dug in.

‘It tastes phenomenal.’

Even though our school meals were considered the best in the nation, they couldn’t match up to a first-class hotel buffet. Moreover, having been unable to eat a proper meal for the past few days because my mom was gone, I was busy stuffing my face as I went around the buffet booths, thematically arranged by country—Korea, Japan, China, as well as cuisine from every continent.

‘The seasoning is just right, and the ingredients are fresh, too. Kyaa! Since the food was also made skillfully by the chefs, it’s seriously the embodiment of perfection.’

Cooked to match the special characteristics of each dish, the full-course meal of delicacies melted gently on the tongue.

“You were hungry, weren’t you, Hyuk?”

“Hm? Not really. It’s just that I’m offended by our ‘friend’s’ consideration, so I’m eating up for him. But Yerin.”

“Yeah?”

I glanced at Yerin’s plate. She was nibbling on a few kinds of salad despite being surrounded by global delicacies. “My mom says that girls need to eat well in order to be able to pump out babies later when they get married.”

“Pump out? Pfft, this isn’t the primeval times or anything.”

I was worrying about our future, and at my suggestive words, Seo Yerin gave her characteristic snort and blushed.

‘Gosh, just looking at her makes me full.’

“Y-You two are acting weird?”

Whether it was coincidence or inevitable, Joong-hyun and I were sitting together. We were as inseparable as elastic bands in panties, after all. But Yerin took a seat next to us without reserve, making me happy. That made Joong-hyun look up from stuffing his face with food and peer suspiciously at Yerin and me.

‘This rascal’s more perceptive than he looks,’ I thought, gratified by Joong-hyun’s unexpected shrewdness.

“You guys sure are eating like pigs.”

While Joong-hyun, Yerin, and I were happily eating our meal, we heard a voice in which all respect had seriously been thrown into a ditch.

“Guess it makes sense you’re hungry, considering you were begging like a loser in Europe.”

“Kuku! Pig out, retard.”

‘Just look at these kids.’

The three young brats were ignoring the saying that you shouldn’t mess with a dog when it’s eating. They appeared out of nowhere just to piss me off. Especially Hwang Sung-taek, whose ugly mug was plastered with a big smirk, even though he was just a lump of three hundred thousand years of bad luck.

‘Should I give him a taste of hell today?’ I briefly contemplated.

“Kang Hyuk, eat lots. When else will brats from poor families get to come to a place like this? Kuku. Though I can feed you every day if you please me, the Crown Prince. Isn’t that right, Seo Yerin?”

[T/N: I just realized it, but Hwang Sung-taek’s nickname, Crown Prince, is a play off of his last name. Crown Prince in Korean is ‘HWANG tae ja.’]

The barbs went from me to Yerin.

“Hmph.”

But a proud lily wasn’t meant to answer a weed. Yerin turned her head to look out the window with a hmph.

‘This little brat seriously has no clue.’

The me of the past would have suffered a wounded pride, but after becoming a rich man who had nothing to be jealous of, Hwang Sung-taek’s bitching was just laughable.

“The CEO is coming.”

“What, for the CEO to suddenly…”

As I was contemplating how to mess with Hwang Sung-taek in a way that would get the rumor mill going, the buffet entrance became noisy.

“Grandpa!”

‘Grandpa? CEO Hwang Man-hyuk of the Ohsung Group?’

A person I often saw on TV, CEO Hwang Man-hyuk, entered the buffet hall, followed by a retinue of 10 or so people. Hwang Sung-taek ran towards him like a puppy, calling his grandpa.

‘Lol, short legs run in the family.’

With his grizzled hair, the 70 year old CEO Hwang Man-hyuk crouched like he was taking a poo, a posture that matched his low height, to embrace his grandson.

“Ahh, you rascal. You’ve grown so much you could get married the day after tomorrow, you brat.”

Hwang Man-hyuk flashed a smile that made him look good-natured as he tousled his puppy’s hair. Contrary to what my fund manager father said about the CEO, a vicious conglomerate who razed small businesses, he looked decent on the outside. He looked as mild as the kind-looking KFC grandpa.

“Hello there! Hoho! I am Wang Sun-nyeo, Sung-taek’s homeroom teacher. It is an honor to meet you like this. Hohoho!” said the Snow White Ms. Wang Sun-nyeo, her sophisticated air dripping with pretense.

“Ah, so you are Sung-taek’s homeroom teacher. I should have sought you out and said my greetings, but at least we can meet now.”

“Hoho, please. How could the person leading the Ohsung Group that drives Korea come to the school? I will look after Sung-taek both materially and emotionally, so please do not worry.”

Caked in makeup, Ms. Wang Sun-nyeo was the epitome of social pretense and flattery.

“In that case, I won’t have anything to worry about. I will send you a small token of my sincerity sometime, please accept it. I leave Sung-taek, who will lead our Ohsung Group in the future, in your care…”

When else would you get to see the CEO of the great Ohsung Group paying his respects to a teacher? Moreover, at the words ‘small token of my sincerity,’ Ms. Wang Sun-nyeo beamed with joy even under all that makeup. It was seriously embarrassing that she was our homeroom teacher.

“General Manager.”

“Yes, CEO,” the hotel’s general manager answered immediately.

“Tell the kitchen to make their special menu. The friends of my grandson are here…”

The end of CEO Hwang’s sentence trailed off. Maybe that was how he always talked.

“Before you arrived, sir, I already informed each kitchen to make their special menu.” The General Manager was frozen stiff before CEO Hwang, like he was facing a lance-corporal division commander in the army.

‘Tch, the brat is that old man’s grandson after all.’

I thought I could surmise why Hwang Sung-taek was so fucking rude. The person he had watched and learned from, his grandpa, treated everyone under him like shit. That explained why the young bastard had no idea what manners were.

“Alright, everyone! Shouldn’t we thank the CEO of the great Ohsung Group, Hwang Man-hyuk, who invited us today?”

Ms. Wang Sun-nyeo emphasized the ‘great Ohsung Group’ part even though she wasn’t even a public relations manager of the Ohsung Group.

“Thank you very much.”

“CEO Hwang, you’re the best!”

Clap clap clap!

For some reason, because there were only a few guests outside of our group and it was mostly the kids from our class, raucous thanks and applause filled up the hall. Only Yerin and I watched in silence and apathy.

“Thank you. Now, please return to your meals. The uninvited appearance of an old man like me has only gotten in the way of your meal.”

As was appropriate for a tycoon who held politics and the economy in his hands, he presented himself as benevolent even in front of the kids.

‘I know. Your heart is as black as coal.’

Unlike the other kids, I had heard of the Ohsung Group’s extremely terrible deeds through my father. It was said that Hwang Man-hyuk’s specialty was controlling skillful small businesses and either slowly cutting their unit prices, or threatening them to make them do as he wanted.

“Then everyone, please enjoy the rest of your time here. Sung-taek, go take your friends who can make it to Ohsung Land tomorrow, too. I’ll let them know.”

[T/N: Ohsung Land is a theme park, like Disney Land.]

“Thanks grandpa. Hehe.”

‘He’s seriously gonna roll over.’ Though he was all sorts of arrogant at school, in front of his grandpa, the bastard was wagging his tail and panting like a mutt.

I pushed out my chair and stood.

“Where are you going, Hyuk?” Yerin asked.

“There’s someone I have to admonish with some advice about life,” I answered, before running outside to where CEO Hwang had gone. Something I absolutely wanted to tell him had suddenly occurred to me.

* * *

“CEO Hwang!” I called loudly to CEO Hwang, who had left the buffet and was standing in front of the elevator.

“You are? A friend of Sung-taek?”

He must have thought that I had followed him out in order to express my thanks, because CEO Hwang Man-hyuk greeted me warmly.

“My name is Kang Hyuk. There’s something I want to ask.”

“A question? Haha! You are brave for a youngster.” Though he said that, the guards and attendants around CEO Hwang had somehow swelled to 20+ people. “Alright, what is your question?”

CEO Hwang still hadn’t dropped his facade.

“What is your dream, CEO?”

“Dream?”

Hwang Man-hyuk was slightly confused by the sudden talk about dreams.

“You! Are you holding up the busy CEO with a joke!” A man who looked to be the chief secretary came forward with a slight scowl on his face.

“I don’t have anything so unnecessary as a dream. I’m simply fiercely living the life I was given.”

‘To not have a dream… I see.’

When I was young, my grandpa held me and told me something, as if telling me a story. There is no one as happy as someone who dreams, and nothing as wretched and fearful as someone who doesn’t have a dream.

“Thank you for your time. I will continue to think deeply about your words.” I sharply bowed and moved to return to the buffet hall.

“You, what is your name?”

I heard the CEO’s stern voice behind me.

“Kang Hyuk, my name is Kang Hyuk.”

‘It is a name you will come to hear often in the future.’

The leader of the conglomerate at the forefront of South Korea was someone without a dream. It was understandable if the people below him were that way, but a leader couldn’t be like that.

In an organization, the leader’s dream was the dream of those beneath him.

* * *

“Hwang Sung-taek, I ate well thanks to you.”

“Yeah? Looks like you’ve finally figured out your place?”

I came back in and relayed my thanks to Hwang Sung-taek, who was holding a glass with a cocky posture.

“You brat, I thought you might be rich or something from the way you went around with your head raised high and all despite being utterly penniless, but heh…”

“Keke, keep your head down in the future.” At Hwang Sung-taek’s words, the two domesticated hunting dogs by his side barked noisily.

“That’s why I’m giving you guys an invitation for tomorrow.”

“Invitation?”

I simply ignored Sung-taek’s question, turning to the kids who were still busy stuffing themselves with food. “All you little kids!”

‘These rascals! I’ll show them a proper paradise on earth.’ I couldn’t lose to the likes of the insulting Ohsung Group.

“Tomorrow, by 10 am, come with your passports to departure gate A in Incheon International Airport.”

“Passport? Puhaha! Why? Are we gonna take our passports and go abroad or something?”

Still failing to understand the situation, Hwang Sung-taek laughed his head off.

“Teacher, you are free from tomorrow throughout the weekend, right?”

“Huh? Well, I don’t really have any plans, but…”

It wasn’t that she didn’t have any plans; the single Ms. Wang didn’t have anything to do. She didn’t know that there was sauce splattered on her lips.

“Then please come. Each and every one of you kiddos should come too. If you don’t, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.”

I would teach them what true wealth was.

“Hwang Sung-taek, and you two. Be sure to come. Don’t be cowards that reject my invitation. Kuku.”

“What did you say? Hmph! Alright. I’ll definitely come, you shithead!”

This was the fishing skill I had learned from Master. The thoughtless goldfish fell for the bait, hook, line, and sinker.

“Also, you don’t have to bring much. Just bring some underwear to change into and the swimsuit that matches your figure the most.”

My exceedingly confident voice rang within the buffet hall.

‘You rascals, this is just the beginning!’

And then, I steadily made plans. I would show the youngsters the paradise I dreamt of.

“What’s going on today?”

“You didn’t know? You remember the kid who got off on the A380 last time, right?”

“Yeah. Of course I remember. Even now, it seems like a dream when I think of it, seriously. Jeez, I heard that prime ministers from Europe and the leaders of several nations called the airport president, saying to give the kid maximum priority and protocol.”

“The kid in question is departing on a flight today. And with thirty-five kids from his class, at that.”

“W-What did you say?!”

The Protocol Team of the Incheon Airport, the recipients of immeasurable jealousy from every other department each month, were thrown into chaos again by a single call that came in late on Friday night. They were given word that the plane would be formally departing through Gate 9. And even though they would be serving not a high-ranking bureaucrat, but a mere kid, the staff found themselves scrambling early in the morning. There was much to do in order to screen not just one or two, but thirty-five kids for departure.

“Omo, even the National Intelligence Service staff are here!”

While swiftly moving through their protocol routines, the Protocol Team saw just about everything they could be surprised at. As top veterans, their work wasn’t difficult for them, but this was just too unusual.

“I am the Section Chief of National Security, Choi Byung-yul. I ask that you make it so that the people who will depart today can leave after a basic departure screening.”

Wearing gray trench coats, the three NIS members gave a notice to the chief of the Protocol Team.

“Yes, I understand.”

Everyone besides the President had to undergo a departure examination. But the person related to National Security was telling them to give the kids a basic departure screening, and they had to follow the orders of a national agency.

That threw everyone into anxiety again. A single kid, who was neither the President nor a high-ranking VIP, was departing under the primary protection of the National Intelligence Service.

Even as they moved, the Protocol Team members were busy racking their brains to figure out who the kid really was.

* * *

“Welcome, Teacher!”

“Hyuk, hoho. I came because you told me to, but… Why did you call us here today?”

It was Ms. Wang Sun-nyeo, our homeroom teacher who was childish, a bit of an airhead, and acted perfectly frivolous on top of that. Though I hadn’t said anything about it, she came with the math teacher, Lee Ji-hae.

“Haha, I called you here in order to show the teacher who worked so hard to teach us a small token of my sincerity. It’s also for the kids whose field trip I ruined.”

“Token of your sincerity?” She had probably been curious about it all night.

“Hyuk, I came because Ms. Wang told me to, but… Where are we going today?” The perfect specimen of an intellectual yet considerate teacher, Ms. Lee Ji-hae, asked about my intentions with part worry, part doubt in her eyes.

“You’ll find out if you wait just a moment, you two teachers who would make a fairy cry due to your beauty.”

“Hohoho, our Hyuk sure has perceptive eyes.”

Ms. Wang Sun-nyeo crowed, unaware that she was only getting high praise due to Ms. Lee Ji-hae. She had no idea… that all kinds of tragedies were waiting for her all throughout this trip.

“Hyuk!”

“Hey Hyuk!”

While I was chatting a bit with the teachers, the kids gathered in twos and threes in front of the gate.

‘Oh, cutie! You’ve got sense, huh?’

A pair of trendy sunglasses perched on her head, Seo Yerin appeared with her long black hair swaying to and fro. The revealing denim shorts she ventured to wear even in the chilly weather, as well as the white shirt she liked, made her shine amongst the second-rate women around her.

‘Ms. Lee Ji-hae is pretty good, but youth is good after all!’

Yerin, a haughty lily, and Ms. Lee Ji-hae, a blooming cosmos whose looks rivaled Yerin’s. My shoulders automatically straightened with pride, bolstered by these two beauties.

“Hehe, Hyuk. I’m here.”

Though I had just casually said we were going on a trip, Joong-hyun appeared while determinedly dragging a large suitcase. He must have realized something from my words to pack a swimsuit, because he came with a straw hat pressed to his head.

“Y-Yeah. Thanks for coming, my best friend.”

Joong-hyun, my good-natured best friend, truly believed in me. Though Joong-hyun’s dad was a university president, he never forgot his humility and fully performed his duty as a friend. I was proud to call him my friend.

“Kang Hyuk, I came because you told me to, but… Isn’t this just gonna be a waste of time? Surely you didn’t call us here to get discounts with our passports at the airport cafeteria, right?”

As soon as he arrived, Hwang Sung-taek didn’t even greet the teachers and started by picking a fight. I told him loud and clear to at least pack a swimsuit, but he came in his normal clothes without bringing anything other than the mutts at his side, as always.

“Hwang Sung-taek, do the two teachers here look like cleaning ladies to you? I thought you were raised in a distinguished family, but aren’t you just from a fractured, nameless family instead?”

“W-What! You little shit!”

‘Huhu. You brat, I’ve got you now.’

Today was the day. The day I would give these mongrels some education on morals.

“Alright, it looks like everyone is here, so follow me.”

“Hyuk, where are we going?”

“Hmph! Who is he to tell us to follow.”

They had all come because I had told them to, but they probably wanted to rest since it was their Saturday weekend, a time as precious as gold. But since Hwang Sung-taek, who dominated the class, was participating, and even the teacher had said she was coming, they had also come. Actually, a few of them probably just came because they were curious about what I was doing.

‘I’m seriously a noble here.’

Ms. Lee Ji-hae was walking by my side because she was a teacher, and Seo Yerin was walking by my side as if it was the obvious thing to do. The other kids were staring at us. My heart raced and pumped like crazy at the alluring fragrance of the two most beautiful ladies.

Like that, I walked towards not the regular departure area, but to the VIP room used by distinguished guests.

* * *

“Eh, EEHHH?”

“Is this the VIP room I’ve only heard of?”

“Isn’t it called the Pine Room?”

We were in the VIP protocol room, which could only be used by former and current presidents, as well as high-ranking figures like the three heads of departments. After following me in, the kids made a ruckus inside the Pine Room.

“Hyuk, what’s going on?” asked Ms. Wang, looking around in all directions. The scenery in the room had intimidated her the moment she stepped in.

“Welcome. Please wait a moment, we will guide you to the gate right away.”

Wearing a formal ivory suit, the beautiful Protocol Team lady I had met when I landed in Incheon bowed her head. The kids from my class just stared at me without even being able to fathom sitting on the precious sofas. They were like kindergarteners out on a picnic, looking at their teacher for directions.

“Everyone, sit down. The lady told us to wait a bit. Teachers, please sit.”

“O-Okay.”

As I flopped down onto my seat and asked them to sit, Ms. Wang and Ms. Lee Ji-hae very carefully sat down on the pine colored sofas.

“Wow, so soft. The sofas at my house are like hemp cloth in comparison.” Ms. Wang, ever the chattermouth, spat out something without any dignity as she sat down.

“What would you like to drink? We have wild ginseng tea, Korean honey tea, lingzhi tea, 20-year-old pu-erh tea, black tea, and Arabian instant coffee. We will also prepare any drinks you request immediately.”

The hospitably smiling Protocol Team ladies approached the kids, who were still awkwardly standing.

“Please give me black tea.” Yerin, who was carefully perched on the edge of the sofa next to me, was the first to speak.

“Hoho~ even amongst all those bla bla teas, isn’t the wild ginseng tea the way to go? Ms. Lee, you’re going to drink the wild ginseng tea too, right?”

“N-No, I’d like a cup of the instant coffee.”

Unlike Ms. Wang, who practically advertised her tackiness in neon letters, Ms. Lee Ji-hae maintained her dignity. Whoever it was, the person who married her would be winning the jackpot.

‘You finally getting a bit scared, you little jerk?’

The moment we entered the airport protocol VIP room, Hwang Sung-taek realized something was wrong and began making the expression a puppy that needed to poo. He was speechlessly exchanging serious looks with his two cronies in the corner.

“Mister Kang Hyuk, where are you?”

‘Hm?’ While I was feeling happy because Hwang Sung-taek’s distress was my happiness, I heard a low voice call my name. A sharp-looking man in his early forties wearing a trench coat was looking for me.

“I am Kang Hyuk.”

“I am the Section Chief of the NIS, Choi Byung-yul.”

“Huh? Th-The NIS?”

‘What? Why the NIS?”

Even I hadn’t expected the nation’s intelligence and espionage agency to show up.

“If at any time there is any discomfort in your daily life, or something you need, please contact me at this number.”

The section chief named Choi Byung-yul passed me a business card with a courteous smile like some kind of real estate agent.

‘Awwh yeaah! You’ve got to meet a well-off master after all!’

I roughly understood. Master was at the center of everything.

“Haha! Thank you for working day and night for our country. I will give you a call when the occasion calls.”

Section Chief Choi raised my value with his appearance. Him loafing around here made me a little worried about the nation’s security, but today was really my day.

“The departure screening has been completed. You may now board.”

A lady of the Protocol Team appeared with the passports they had collected from us in a tidy wooden basket.

‘Then shall we depart?’

After talking big to the kids yesterday, I went back home and asked for big sis Marisol’s help. I asked for a place where we could swim regardless of the season because I was going to go play with the kids in my class.

It was the beginning of a fateful day.

* * *

“T-This is a plane?”

“It’s bigger than the living room in my house!”

“Welcome. We hope you have an enjoyable trip.”

‘Who are these goddesses?’

The moment we boarded the private A380 plane, ten or so beauties from various nations greeted us at the entrance. Including big sis Marisol, beautiful crew ladies from Europe, Japan, and Korea courteously greeted the kids.

“Mister Hyuk, it has been a while.”

“Haha! Big sis Marisol, you have become more beautiful since the last time I saw you.”

“Hoho! Hyuk, you have also become manlier in a few months time, to the point of being desirable.”

‘Hohshit, I’m desirable.’

Big sis Marisol’s bewitching blue eyes sparkled as she seriously answered my joking compliment. Shocked by the French that skillfully flowed from my mouth, all the kids were staring dumbly at me.

“The preparations?”

“You can look forward to it, Hyuk~!”

‘Why does my tongue roll like this?’

French was already as smooth as oil in a frypan, but when I rolled my tongue even more, it felt like butter and oil had combined and I was dancing the blues.

‘Kuku, a private plane has gotta be at this level, at the very least.’

Even to my eyes, the A380 was enormous. The kids who had been shouting and cheering at first became meek as mice and quietly followed me in.

From that moment on, I was king.

* * *

“Wooow~! The plane doesn’t even shake.”

“So this is the legendary A380!”

‘Brats, so uncouth…’

Even though Daehan High School was sponsored by the Daehan Group, at the time of the Europe field trip, we were assigned to the economy class. The kids had nightmares about planes after having to endure sitting cramped seats for fifteen hours. But this two-floor airbus swallowed dozens of kids without any sign that we were here.

‘You rascal, I see you’ve completely lowered your tail. Kuku.’

Even in their awe, the kids who met eyes with me looked at me with respect in their shining eyes. In stark comparison, Hwang Sung-taek was crouched in the corner with a big scowl on his face. He might be the grandson of the Ohsung Group’s CEO, but even he couldn’t use such a huge plane as his personal ride.

“How is it? Not bad, right?”

A cloud of maliciousness was steadily growing in the corner. Unable to resist the temptation, I approached Hwang Sung-taek and his cronies and pretended to be friendly.

Hwang Sung-taek ground his teeth in response.

‘How damn tenacious can you get?' This was clearly not enough to take him down; Hwang Sung-taek was grinding his teeth with animosity welling in his eyes.

“Hey, you faithful dogs. Ask those ladies for something to eat if you’re hungry. It’s gonna be hard taking care of your bad-tempered master the entire day.”

‘I’m way too kind.’

I had to admit it—I was terribly considerate. Whoever it was, the woman who lived with me would surely send a barrage of thank you’s to the god above.

“Kang… Hyuk… you bastard…” Hwang Sung-taek spat out my name syllable by syllable.

“Look forward to it. I’ll show you what true wealth is. Huhuhu.”

Someone who had been raised through money had to return to his senses by getting beaten down by money. My insightful actions were meant to teach a lesson to this pitiful guy who had a promising future ahead of him. The sky was surely sending down blessings for the sake of a guy like me.

“Lala~ lalalala~”

I began involuntarily humming.

Inside this spacious airplane, the kids who had been invited to my paradise were yelling happily.

* * *

“Rouen?”

“Shari…”

[T/N: Hyuk is speaking in a different language with one of the crew members here. Not sure what language it is though…]

“Hahaha!”

‘What in the world is Hyuk’s real identity?’

As she sipped fresh, sweet kiwi juice, Yerin fell into contemplation. Kang Hyuk was sitting on a VIP seat that seemed to be made for him as he communicated with the passing crew members in various languages.

He didn’t seem like the Hyuk she had known so far.

He was proficient in not only Taekwondo, but also Kumdo, and had remarkable skill in the piano and in music, enough to be able to play jazz. This time, he surprised Yerin with his skill in languages.

‘At the very least, he knows five languages. And perfectly, with native accents too.’

Hyuk’s language ability was so outstanding that he could give and receive jokes with the crew members. Seeing that, Yerin fell deep into the pit that was suspicion.

‘And what’s with this airplane? From what I heard, it’s a next generation airliner made by the European company Airbus, but why is Hyuk using it like his personal plane?’

There were more than just one or two suspicious things. Because she had done her share of going on trips abroad from an early age, she knew what an airport’s Protocol Team did, and she was also well aware of how much a huge plane like this cost.

‘Kang Hyuk, who are you really?’

That was the question in Yerin’s heart.

But Hyuk did not answer. He only drank happily as he conversed, enjoying this time.

* * *

“Wooow!”

“I-Is this really the human world?”

After a nonstop flight from Incheon to Ibrahim International Airport, we transferred to a 50-man airplane and arrived at a 6-star pool resort called Nikanilu on Dhonakulhi Island.

The multitude of picturesque rooms of the small island resort, as well as the pearly beach beneath our feet, made us wonder if this was heaven.

‘Thank you, big sis Marisol. Huhu.’

For some reason, big sis Marisol had followed us all the way here.

“Hyuk, I’m in total bliss.” Not just the kids, but Ms. Wang Sun-nyeo was also moved and was tightly clasping her hands. “Sobsob, the honeymoon vacation destination of my dreams is exactly a place like this! AH! Ocean, here I come!”

Crying and stretching out her arms, Ms. Wang ran into the ocean, which incidentally had a coral reef.

“Lady Marisol.”

“Mister Hyuk, did you call?”

‘Gulp.’ Wearing a mini skirt and a sleeveless shirt that clearly revealed the cleavage of her significant assets, the slim, 5’7″ tall Marisol smiled brightly as she answered me. ‘She’s bomb. Just bomb.’

Nothing more needed to be said.

As a lady of France, a nation that preferred curves over girls with straight lines, she had a voluptuous body. If the sight of her didn’t make you drool, then you were either just a friend or gay.

“Is this also…”

“Hoho, that’s right. This is one of the Group’s investments. Besides this place, the company connected to the Group is investing in every tourist destination in the world, like Fiji, Bali, Hawaii, and Australia.”

‘… Impressive.’

There was nothing more to say. It was likely that even Master Bumdalf didn’t know how much of his wealth was rolling around in the world.

“We welcome you~!”

Diiiing~ Diiiiiinggg~

Suddenly, dozens of hotel staff members appeared holding bouquets, accompanied by cheerful music. They enthusiastically greeted the kids and me.

‘Shall we have some fun, then?’

I acted dignified in front of the kids, but how could I have experienced something so surreal in my life? But I had to stay calm. Because the lovable kids were standing in a line behind my back, believing in me, their ignorant general.