Chapter 41: MyLen (3)

Hah, this wasn’t the original plan.

After parting ways with My Ryeon on his way home from school, I sighed in my car.

‘This is going to make me too independent.’

The original plan was to meet him in elementary school and have a dramatic reunion around middle school.

You know, that kind of thing. A dramatic reunion with a mysterious girl I met when I was little!

This kind of thing…

Originally, I planned to hang out with him occasionally for a few months, then disappear.

Microsoft is establishing its Korean branch in November this year. Pygmalion Soft will be busy at that time, which would give me a good excuse to separate from My Ryeon.

After that, I planned to temper My Ryeon through school violence and push him to his limits, then dramatically appear before his personality was completely twisted to save him.

“That’s good. I was surprised that you actually made a friend your age, missy.”

Of course, since I keep such sensitive plans secret from Sihyeon… Sihyeon, unaware of my intentions, said it easily.

We haven’t built that level of trust yet.

…Well, this is good too.’

It’s a bit of a stretch to expect that I’ll completely control Ellen Marshall.

And crucially, the nanny would like this. Sihyeon is also looking at me with surprised eyes…

Yes, let’s think positively.

Anyway, whether My Ryeon is in Korea or America doesn’t matter. In the original history, he only started to show his potential after the 21st century, and by then, I’ll already be sweeping the world with the butterfly effect.

It means that no one knows if Ellen Marshall will become the Ellen Marshall I know. Rather, being at Pygmalion Soft might be the best way to create value safely.

I’m just complaining because I’m a little annoyed…

‘Taking care of brats is annoying.’

For someone with a high mental age like me to be playing with a child like that is unreasonable.

I’m not a child either.

***

A few months later.

After school, we gathered at Pygmalion Soft as usual and played games. Today’s game was Street Fighter.

I frowned and yelled at My Ryeon.

“Hey! That’s cheating! We agreed not to use special moves!”

You dare use Hadoken? Sigh, you’re hopeless.

I lightly inputted the command and manipulated the buttons.

→↓ + Punch

Pow!

With the crisp feel of a special move being inputted, My Ryeon’s avatar flew away.

Kya, this is Shoryuken. The game balance is still broken, so if you get hit by a special move properly, you’ll just collapse.

K.O

I nodded with a satisfied expression and folded my arms.

See?

This is me.

“It came out accidentally, accidentally. You didn’t even hit me.”

My Ryeon made a cowardly excuse and declared the game invalid.

“What excuse? I saw you moving the lever wildly.”

“No! I don’t know how to input the commands yet. Do you think I play games like you, disassembling several machines?”

My Ryeon shouted, pointing to the arcade game machine I had half-dismantled.

I raised my eyebrows and retorted.

“Are you saying this game sucks?”

I was so disappointed when I bought it thinking it was Street Fighter II, but it turned out to be the first one. It’s not bad, but the comparison was too great, which made me very disappointed.

Since I had already bought quite a few, I had no choice but to make it a victim of my command practice. The controls were terribly bad.

Shaking my head, I shook the box on my desk.

“Hah, this won’t do, Myeon. I prepared a special gift for you today, but I can’t give it to you.”

“…What is it?”

“Super Mario Bros. 3. I got it directly from the headquarters in Japan. It won’t be released in Japan for another three months, let alone Korea.”

I proudly shook the Famicom with Super Mario Bros. 3 installed.

A masterpiece that sold 17 million copies in the future and is considered one of the greatest games of all time. It’s good to build relationships in advance, isn’t it?

“Yeah, I won’t play. And I’m your older brother, right? Why are you using informal speech?”

“What are you talking about? I don’t use polite language even with adults. What makes you my older brother?”

I only use ‘older brother’ for family, I wouldn’t use that term for him.

Ellen Marshall from my past life would laugh at me from hell.

I shook my head and took out the Famicom and started playing. It was too fun to give it to My Ryeon.

After staring intently at the screen for almost an hour, My Ryeon hesitantly patted my shoulder.

“…Hey, sis. I was wrong, so let me try.”

“Okay.”

-Whizz.

I, who had just been killed by Bowser, licked my lips and handed him the game console.

‘Ah, I was supposed to beat it this time.’

He’s staring intently, disrupting my concentration. Because I’ve become more sensitive to people’s gazes since becoming a woman, I faltered.

It wasn’t a bad feeling, but I should say, I was excited.

Positive gazes, negative gazes, gazes filled with desire… none of them felt unpleasant.

I just liked the feelings themselves—people being happy or afraid of me. Even if you call me an attention whore, I have no objections.

Beep beep.

I glanced at My Ryeon, who had started playing with shining eyes, and casually asked.

“Aren’t you interested in finance or anything? I revealed that I own Daeha Securities, but your reaction was pretty lukewarm.”

Since I thought we were getting closer, I expected an enthusiastic reaction when I revealed it, but he was so indifferent that my pride was hurt.

I’m making so much money with the Alpha Fund these days…

“Do you live your life to get people’s attention? It’s just a boring topic. I like space and rockets more. Do girls not understand that? I want to start a company like SpaceX later.”

“No one will understand that. Why X? It’s not a porn site.”

“…”

“It’s cool.”

As expected of someone who’s been kicked out of his own company many times.

I’ve felt this since my past life, but I don’t know what that sense is. Even after becoming an otaku, I still don’t understand that naming sense.

Watching My Ryeon play, I checked the time and closed my eyes.

It was time to work.

“Ah, I have some work today, you go first. Take this as a gift.”

My Ryeon, who was engrossed in the game, tilted his head.

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah, an important guest came.”

He usually listened to me at times like this, so My Ryeon didn’t say anything else and packed his things. He must not want to see his father’s face, that’s a bit commendable.

Anyway, it’s time to receive my guest.

After playing with My Ryeon for a while, I went to see the president of Pygmalion Soft.

I glanced in the mirror, and there was a girl with an expressionless face. My breasts were gradually developing, my hips were widening, and my posture had taken on a rather feminine curve.

So overall, I was quite beautiful.

The male students at school were looking at me with lecherous eyes, which I could understand. As I said before, it wasn’t unpleasant, so I didn’t intend to hide it forcibly.

I just realized that I’ve changed a lot.

“Aha.”

I laughed softly. Then, I saw a girl smiling brightly in the mirror.

‘That’s right, smile. I have work to do.’

With a natural business smile, I went into the president’s office. There were Pygmalion Soft’s president, Song Hyeonjae, and…

Alpha Fund’s fund manager, Hayeon.

“Hayeon, this is the first time we’ve met here. How is Korea after being away for a while?”

“To be honest, it’s not so good. Haha, I guess I’ve gotten too used to America. Still, it’s nice to see missy’s face.”

“Since an important guest has come… we should treat him well. I called him because it seems like he’s a bit dismissive when I’m the only one here. We’re somewhat related through Alpha Fund.”

Since I’m still a minor, I always have a representative when meeting with outsiders.

I usually don’t even show up… but I wanted to see this person with my own eyes, so I came myself.

Even if he looks at me strangely, it can’t be helped. This is a hard-to-miss opportunity. That’s why I also called Hayeon.

“President, are you ready for the legal stuff?”

President Song Hyeonjae, who seemed tense, slowly nodded.

“Yes. I’ve got permission for everything regarding establishing the corporation, and the equity agreement with the headquarters is finished. You’re here to check, right?”

About 30 minutes passed, and we waited in silence for one person.

The main character of today’s meeting.

“Ah, it seems he’s arrived.”

-Creak.

A familiar face of a Caucasian man appeared as the door opened.

With a natural smile, he looked alternately at Song Hyeonjae and Hayeon.

“Oh, I heard, but it’s amazing. To think that our company’s majority shareholder would be… related to our Korean subsidiary.”

Hayeon smiled and shook hands with him.

“It’s not a coincidence, it was because of this that I was interested in IT companies. Haha, welcome to Korea, Mr. Bill Gates.”

A tingling sensation hit my body. Unlike My Ryeon, a legend who exists in the present, not the future, was before my eyes.

Bill Gates.

A favorite of conspiracy theorists.

The epitome of a billionaire who was the richest person in the world for 20 years before My Ryeon.

A genius in computer science.

The devil of Silicon Valley, the founder of Microsoft, the one who started the software industry.

He came to Korea.

To meet me.