Chapter 39: MyLen (1)

In my past life, the English name Ellen Marshall was far more famous. Around 2020, she was known as the richest person in the world…

Then, she was a bit of a screw-up. She greatly influenced my downfall in my past life, so I actually dislike her a lot.

‘I really didn’t know a war would break out there… anyway, what a crazy b*tch.’

Myeon was born to a USFK father and a Korean mother. The problem is that her father was a trashy rich guy.

Her past is quite complicated, but… I don’t need to explain the detailed past of the one who was called Ellen Marshall in my past life.

Who would care about that? In the end, I have to solve my own problems.

I also have a few mental illnesses… but I think it’s better to get up and think about how to screw over others rather than wallowing in self-pity in my room, thinking, ‘Ah, sh*t, this sucks.’

Anyway, after a rough school life, he escaped conscription and immigrated to the US. And there, he succeeded in the IT industry, the space industry, electric vehicles, and so on… becoming the world’s biggest star.

-Slurp.

I held a coffee cup in one hand and flipped through an online magazine. What I was looking for in the magazine was My Ryeon’s name.

‘It should be around now…’

Myeon reportedly developed her first small game at the age of 13. The fact that she earned money by contributing it to an online magazine was a pretty famous story in my past life.

I plan to build a relationship with her in middle school, but it would be better to meet her earlier.

“Miss Hayeon, if you don’t eat breakfast and only drink coffee, you won’t grow taller.”

Sihyeon chimed in from the side. I grumbled and stretched my small arms.

“Yeah, it’s the weekend, so I slept in. If I wake up late, it’s annoying to eat breakfast.”

-Yawn.

I yawned softly. I had been looking at documents late last night, so I was still very sleepy.

“Who told you to stalk people late into the night? Honestly, I found it a little creepy.”

She looked at the pile of documents in the corner of the room with disgust. It was the list of this year’s university freshmen that I read through in a day.

“Heh, it’s only proper to know the names of those who will be under me.”

“…They probably didn’t consent to this.”

You can look for that in the 21st century. No, come to think of it, personal information seemed pretty lax in the 21st century as well…

‘Well, it will all end up in my hands eventually.’

I should also open a messenger app later and gather the personal information of all citizens separately. It’s a truly groundbreaking idea, isn’t it?

“Sihyeon, there are some omissions in the Daeha Group’s new employee list.”

When I counted the number of people, it was different from what was in the newspaper. The departments didn’t match either…

“Really? I got everything I could from the secretary’s office…”

“Who did you get it from? The chief of staff?”

Sihyeon shook her head.

“No. He’s usually too busy to see me. I got it from someone named Hansang-hyeon in the secretary’s office.”

Ah, I’ve heard that name vaguely.

“He’s someone from my great-uncle’s side. I heard his uncle is classmates with Great-Uncle Jinha.”

When raising successors in a chaebol family, they often assign the children of reliable executives as their confidantes from a young age.

The Daeha family has a short history, so there aren’t many cases. In the 3rd generation, Yusangjun’s secretary is the second son of Chief of Staff Lee Hakcheol.

Well, Hansang hyeon’s uncle isn’t like that. I heard they just happened to meet and became friends.

“Oh, is this some kind of check?”

I don’t know.

“It’s highly unlikely to be anything significant. It’s an abuse of power originally, and there’s a possibility he’s just a stickler for rules. There are many omissions not only from Great-Uncle Jinha’s subsidiaries but also from Great-Uncle Jinseok’s subsidiaries.”

Honestly, it was such a presumptuous act that I didn’t expect to get the entire list. That’s why I told them to get only the new recruits’ information from the place preparing the new employee welcome party…

“…That’s a bit much. I heard that Hansang-hyeon isn’t directly related to Great-Uncle Jinha. Is he excessively loyal?”

Sihyeon tilted her head after hearing my words.

“You keep saying you heard it somewhere, but I haven’t heard anything like that since I’m with you almost 24/7, missy. It’s not the first time you’ve obtained information from an unknown source… Did the chairman tell you?”

“Heard it from where? Well, Great-Uncle Jinha…”

Ah.

…Considering that the information I heard came from Jinwoo, it’s not very reliable information.

He’s the type who lays the groundwork gradually, then, after about 20 years, smiles wickedly saying, ‘When did you start thinking Hansang-hyeon wasn’t my confidante?’

A bean counter who took over the chairman’s position but ruined the group later, yet was uselessly good at scheming. I wonder why he didn’t become a politician.

“Ugh, I might have been deceived. Tch, I might face strong opposition later.”

I stomped my feet, expressing my dissatisfaction, but nothing changed. Anyway, Sihyeon has to handle these things properly.

Right.

‘Sigh, let’s focus on other things for now.’

Finding My Ryeon is more important right now. I need to know which middle school she’s going to so I can follow her.

After flipping through magazines for a while…

“Hmm… this is a code I made.”

I occasionally uploaded the code I made as a hobby, and people found it and were surprised.

“This magazine is slandering our company… I need to shut it down soon.”

While expressing my indignation at those who dared to slander the game company I directly invested in and wasting time…

I found it.

Myeon’s code for a shooting game she made alone.

***

As soon as I found the code, I contacted the magazine. Of course, I didn’t do it myself. It’s been four years since I acquired a small game company through the game company I bought a while ago. And four years is a huge amount of time in this industry.

Thanks to Moore’s Law, the performance of electronic devices, including semiconductors, has already increased fourfold… Knowing the future of the gaming industry well, I quickly acquired a successful game and made a huge profit.

Thanks to that, I could change the company name to my style.

‘Pygmalion Soft.’ I chose the name because I wanted to make a cute girl gacha game later. Ultimately, I plan to expand the company in relation to artificial intelligence, but the initial plan was that.

I was so resentful that I didn’t have money to spend on gacha in my past life, so shouldn’t I get revenge in this life?

‘Whew, the title heroine should obviously be based on me. I should release her as an overpowered character and secretly install 18+ content only on my devices.’

It’s not just a daydream… this company is doing pretty well.

It’s a natural result, since I, who knows the future, invested wholeheartedly. I recently even got Tetris officially licensed from the Soviet Union.

-Is this a Soviet-developed hypnosis device?

That’s how amazing Tetris is, our company president even said that. To be honest, it’s far beyond the level of a single game, its influence is just that great.

Anyway, as a result…

Pygmalion Soft became quite a reputable company in the Korean game industry.

My family thinks I’m bringing in the latest games to play (which is true), but it ultimately means that my company is already at the forefront of the game industry.

That’s why a single magazine didn’t hesitate to sell My Ryeon’s personal information.

One evening.

-Screech.

A black Benz sped down an alleyway against the backdrop of the sunset. Sihyeon, as the driver, skillfully blocked a boy’s path home.

“Oof!”

The boy raised his arm to shield his eyes from the dust kicked up by the wind.

And—

With a click, the door of the luxurious car opened.

Sihyeon opened the window from the driver’s seat, rested her chin on her arm, and spoke.

“Missy is looking for you.”

My secretary, wearing sunglasses, gave a professional smile and gestured toward the back seat. There, a super pretty young lady in an oversized custom suit sat.

Of course, that young lady is Yu Hayeon, me.

“…Who are you?”

Ellen Marshall.

The genius engineer who had just turned 11 stared blankly at me.

“No time to explain! Get in!”

I gestured, feigning urgency while hiding my cheerful inner thoughts.

‘If you were a guy, you couldn’t resist.’

…No, actually, I couldn’t resist either. Even as a girl, my fantasies didn’t die.

Leaving Myeon, dazed, in my Benz, Sihyeon gave me a disappointed look.

It was unavoidable to create a reason for me to get Myeon… but when she looks at me like that, I feel like a really weird person.

Oh.

If she keeps doing that, I’ll interfere with all the upcoming dating sim games and make all the athletic older sister characters into defeated heroines.

Seriously.