Chapter 56
Chapter 56
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 56
Chapter Title: Little Sister's New Room
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"Whoaaa!"
Jin Seol-young had spent so much time cooped up in that stuffy hospital room that she was over the moon about having her own cute little space. The wallpaper mixed pastel shades of soft pink and pale mint, like gazing out over a misty field at dawn.
And the bed? A full king-size.
Big enough for six grown men to crash on, with a mattress so plush it felt like sinking into jelly.
The desk and chair were crafted from premium solid wood, ergonomically designed to spare the back any strain even after hours of sitting.
"This is my roommm!"
The girl wandered around in a daze, mesmerized by the palace-like expanse.
What she'd called "home" before was a dingy semi-basement shared with her sister, crawling with cockroaches and bugs. Sure, she'd spent most of her time in the hospital after the leukemia diagnosis, but those were the memories that stuck.
For Jin Seol-young, home hadn't been a place to rest—it was just another battlefield.
"Seol-young, dinner time."
Uncle Kim Do-jun, the man she adored second only to her sister.
Dressed in a plain shirt and jeans, he never left her side. The girl had already picked up on it—watching kids her age holding their parents' hands at the department store had made her so envious.
So he'd stuck close, making sure she didn't feel down.
"Yes!"
"Today's your favorite side dishes!"
"Whoaaa!"
"Haha, eat slow. Chew well so you don't get an upset stomach."
"Hehe, got it."
Stepping out of her room into the living room—big as a playground—she spotted the massive screen TV and sprawling sofa. Her sister had mentioned that sofa cost a fortune...
Since coming to Korea, she'd heard all sorts of stories.
The main topic? Uncle Do-jun was loaded!
Made sense—this was Hannam-dong in Seoul, where only the rich lived. The ride home in the car had shown spotless streets, cops patrolling regularly.
And lining both sides of the road were mansions just like Uncle Do-jun's.
After a hearty dinner, Jin Seol-young organized her schoolbag and supplies ahead of time.
Soon she'd be off to school to meet friends, or so they said.
She had to take meds several times a day, but the thought of finally having friends made her heart flutter.
What would tomorrow bring?
Would anyone believe she couldn't sleep from excitement?
Late into the night.
The girl slipped out from under her covers and tiptoed from her room.
The mansion had three floors, and Uncle Do-jun had strictly forbidden the third. When she asked why, he said it wasn't for kids who weren't grown up yet.
Sister Seol-hwa echoed the same—too young for up there. So she just nodded.
That burly Im Yun-ah sister sometimes hauled packages bigger than herself up to the third floor. Maybe there were weapons up there to beat cartoon villains?
'No, I'm a proper middle schooler now. Gotta listen to the adults. That's how you become a good person.'
Curiosity gnawed at her, but Jin Seol-young held back.
Good kids listened to grown-ups.
The large room off the living room—that was Uncle Do-jun's space.
Worried the door might wake him, she turned the knob ever so carefully.
Creeeak!
"!"
Peeking just her head in, she scanned the dark room.
'Found him!'
A faint snore escaped as Uncle Do-jun drooled on the bed, mumbling something.
"Mmm, three hundred thousand Bubble Gifts huge!"
"……"
She had no clue what those Bubble Gifts meant.
Maybe toys from a stationery store or big mart?
'Uncle Do-jun likes Bubble Gifts too...'
Unaware they were 100-won items sold on internet streams, Jin Seol-young decided to buy him some toy bubbles with her allowance.
"Hehe~"
Uncle Do-jun's scent was the best.
A deep whiff chased away all her worries, soothing her instantly.
'Ahh, so nice.'
Sleep hit her hard.
She'd taken a short morning walk, then studied books from the bookstore all afternoon. Couldn't fall behind in school—had to put in the effort.
She wanted to bring home a top-of-the-class report card to show off to her sister and uncle.
Lost in happy daydreams, the girl soon breathed evenly.
In her dreams, she basked in praise from her loved ones surrounding her.
"Hehe~"
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ "Hm?"
2 a.m.
A warm presence at his back made him turn slightly—Jin Seol-young had snuck in and plastered herself against him, fast asleep.
When did she even come in?
He hadn't heard the door at all.
No discomfort whatsoever.
If anything, snuggling up to a little sister like this was peak romance for any big bro.
"Heh heh heh..."
The dream little sister his parents had denied him despite hundreds of pleas.
Now she was finally his.
'Never letting her go to anyone.'
Sending her to school was his one worry.
Bad grades? Fine by him.
Just let her live normally like other kids.
But.
Everything else was fair game—except that. Absolutely not.
'Those little punks!'
If some worthless bug of a boyfriend latched onto his cute, adorable, lovable Seol-young, who knew what chaos would ensue.
'No way in hell!'
To be safe, maybe ask James, head of Selig's Security Team 2, for a stun gun on the sly?
If not, one of those telescoping batons cops use for riots.
Anyone might call him an over-the-top doting uncle.
But to him, Seol-young was sacred—must protect at all costs. Jin Seol-hwa was too busy jetting around to watch her sister.
She'd personally begged him, dragging herself from America to Korea.
An adult had to step up and take responsibility.
'There is a super secure, safe school nearby...'
Right by Hannam-dong.
Problem was, it wasn't your average school.
Everything else checked out perfectly. No civilians allowed— even parents needed prior approval. And the students? Top-tier.
What parent wouldn't want the best for their kid?
'Daehan Middle School...'
Daehan Middle School.
Known as the modern noble academy.
It had popped up in online forums a few times—the grandson of Ilseong Group, top dog in business, went there.
Not to mention kids of pro athletes and politicians.
'Fits our Seol-young perfectly. Yeah, that's the one!'
Jin Seol-young, nuzzling into his chest with a "Mmmph!", was—sorry, not sorry—the apple of his eye.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ What did she need to get to school?
Simple question.
'A safe ride.'
It'd only been a short while since her leukemia remission.
Couldn't send a fragile kid on crowded public transit.
He'd gotten car recommendations from Im Yun-ah and Olivia for Seol-young.
But this car was no joke!
"So this thing can take a 5.56mm round?"
"Yes. All glass is bulletproof, shrugs off a grenade blast underneath. Tires? Even punctured, good for 150km easy."
Isn't that presidential-level?
No way made in Korea—turns out it was Cadillac, the company behind the U.S. President's ride.
Might not be quite that, but definitely not street-legal stuff.
Performance was beast-mode, though.
As the women described, armored body withstood bullets and blasts. Soundproofing flawless—no noise leaked out. Plus, VIP models came with comms gear, emergency medical kits, the works.
A rolling fortress.
Even Jin Seol-hwa at Selig couldn't source one quick—but with Jack Laden's pull, easy. Guy chaired the whole U.S. military committee; crushing a corp was nothing.
"Bodyguards too, I assume."
Threatener still at large.
Tight security essential till caught.
Selig's Security Team 4 on detail.
Team 4 lead? Same gender as Seol-young.
Im Yun-ah handed over the resume—another human weapon.
Name: Prisia.
Pretty name, but don't be fooled. Her record was elite.
'How many certs does this woman have?'
Not a frontline fighter like Im Yun-ah. Protection needed shooting, martial arts, self-defense skills, sure.
That alone wouldn't shock him.
He had Jin Seol-hwa and Im Yun-ah.
But...
"What's this? JSOC?"
Im Yun-ah answered.
Ex-USSOCOM herself.
"Joint Special Operations Command."
"...Counter-terror?"
"Combines Delta Force, SEALs, six units total. Ops worldwide—America's the world police, after all."
"......"
"Official purpose is inter-special forces collab and intel sharing. But look at the resume in your hands, sir—her real strengths are elsewhere."
Obviously.
He was floored.
Helicopters and fixed-wing? Over 50 certs, heaviest on explosives, qualified for every vehicle under the sun.
Choppers, planes, yachts—you name it.
Perfect for Seol-young's chauffeur!
'A bit overkill, but...'
Selig had this on Security Team 4?
America's talent pool amazed him again.
Prisia's specs? Any nation would roll out the red carpet.
"Why's someone like her heading security at a mere pharma company?"
Olivia grinned.
Of course, flashing the universal money sign with thumb and forefinger.
"Knew it'd come to this—made a little investment. Money makes the world go round."
"......"
Way too high-spec for "just a driver."
They showed him what real 【money flexing】 looked like.