Chapter 310
Chapter 310
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Translator: Vine
Chapter: 310
Chapter Title: 70. Prestigious Family (2)
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“What… what the hell, man? What are you doing?”
Jeong-gu’s jaw dropped wide open, and Yeong-woo pressed a finger to his own lips, signaling him to be quiet.
“Shh! They can hear everything over there. Keep it down.”
“No, you crazy bastard! The other side’s the opponent anyway—what’s the point of whether they hear or not!”
Jeong-gu shouted in disbelief.
Well, whether it was a political marriage or whatever, weren’t Song Ji-seon and Kim Jeong-gu the ones directly involved?
“Yeah, you’ve got a point.”
Yeong-woo nodded in agreement, and from the other side, Song Ji-seon—who’d been radiating chill air—slammed her massive greatsword into the ground.
Kwaak!
―I heard everything from the start. You idiots.
“J-Ji-seon…!”
As Song Ji-seon cut into the conversation, Jeong-gu reflexively bent at the waist like a shrimp, flustering about.
Watching his father, Yeong-woo wore an inscrutable expression.
‘How the hell did this guy…’
Just what had happened on that fateful night?
Yeong-woo couldn’t even begin to imagine.
Of course, it was over 30 years ago, so their power dynamics and personalities might have been totally different back then.
Either way, to revive the roots of this prestigious family, Yeong-woo had to bring these two back together.
Even if the parties themselves didn’t want it.
‘But why’s the achievement called Prestigious Family? Does completing this whole linked achievement automatically make us one?’
[Prestigious Family: Root Revival]
Calling a family that didn’t even exist yet a “prestigious family” nailed it in place, leaving Yeong-woo puzzled.
‘Well, whatever the reason, I’ll find out once I solve this issue.’
Plus, today was the day Mara and Remu’s business addresses would be revealed, and the planetary promotion review would start.
He couldn’t afford to let this drag on too long.
“You two aren’t kids anymore—you know everything there is to know, so I won’t beat around the bush.”
Yeong-woo pointed at his mother and father in turn with the tip of his sword, making both of them flinch in succession.
“What is it?”
―What bullshit now.
To that, Yeong-woo held out the back of his hand to his parents—specifically, his left ring finger.
“Show marriage or not, I don’t care. Anyway, you two, get formally married. Like it or not, the three of us here are now ‘us’ from this moment on. Got it?”
“Y-You really mean get married?”
Jeong-gu stammered, glancing sideways at ‘Partner,’ who noticed his gaze and yanked her greatsword back out of the ground.
Kwak!
―If I don’t want to? Why the hell should I marry that thing now?
Yeong-woo, who’d fully expected this level of backlash, pointed up at the sky.
Swipe.
“If you won’t marry my father, then I can’t help you either, Mother. You’ll lose your chance to meet whatever’s up there in the sky.”
―……!
Song Ji-seon’s helmet visor tilted toward the sky at Yeong-woo’s words.
The sky. More precisely, the world beyond this planet—the cosmos where whatever caused this disaster lurked.
What kind of world was it, and what miserable bastards were lying in wait there?
She’d said earlier she’d come back to find and get revenge on the culprits, but beneath that line writhed nonstop curiosity.
Like Yeong-woo—no, precisely, Yeong-woo’s obsessive curiosity had actually been inherited from Song Ji-seon.
“Aren’t you curious? About who exactly turned you into a dragon and left our planet in this state.”
Kwaak.
Yeong-woo clenched his right hand, wrapped in the Besedel armor.
“And why they wrecked us like this but still gave us a shot? That’s what I’m dying to know.”
―A shot? What’re you talking about?
“A chance to head into space, to challenge those higher up the ladder than us. Honestly, they could’ve just wiped us out. But in that time, I grew into a being who could beat a low-level space bureaucrat to death.”
―……?
And that was an achievement in just one week.
Sure, there’d been some lucky breaks and astonishing feats, but it all stemmed from the universe giving leeway in the first place.
In other words, the existence of Jeong Yeong-woo07 was the universe’s quasi-intentional design.
“Since they gave us the chance, we’ve gotta milk it for all it’s worth. I’m going beyond that sky. So you choose too, Mother: come with me to bigger waters, or get beaten by your son and end up in a coffin.”
But to join this son—who was prepping Earth’s integration into space—she’d have to become a married woman……
―You really are a mad bastard.
After hearing her son’s speech, Song Ji-seon gave a curt impression, and Yeong-woo casually lifted Sasinsa.
“I’ll say it again, but the reason I turned out like this is because of my parents…”
―Fine, fuck. I get it, no need to say it! Wait, being an orphan—what kind of curse is that? What kind of kid says shit like this.
Hwaoat!
Song Ji-seon swung her ice greatsword, cutting Yeong-woo off, then turned her helmet’s gaze inside toward Jeong-gu.
―Anyway, you’re saying a formal marriage with that thing is all that’s needed?
“Yes. For now. I’ll look into the marriage method.”
―…Marriage method?
“Yeah. There’s gotta be some cosmic notarization way. That’s how the paternity test worked.”
He could just ask Kubu, his handler and accountant.
“Alright, so it’s settled? You two are getting married?”
As Yeong-woo asked again, dyeing his irises gold, both his parents fell silent.
“Yes. Good.”
Yeong-woo sorted it out himself.
Then he glanced toward the outskirts of Gwangjin-gu, where his mother’s frost aura had raged not long ago.
“Did you kill something over there earlier?”
―What? No idea.
Song Ji-seon sounded genuinely clueless, so Yeong-woo summoned Negg.
He peeled off the slime’s core from his father’s arm and hopped onto Negg.
Taat!
“You’re not Gwangjin-gu’s mutant, Mother. The one originally assigned was someone else.”
―What? There was another one?
“Yeah. But you already killed them.”
―What’re you saying? I was just breathing.
“That’s right—your breathing did it.”
Yeong-woo shook his head.
Even as he did, he urged Negg toward the outskirts of Gwangjin-gu.
* * *
Kwaang, kwaang!
In the northern outskirts of Gwangjin-gu where Negg brought him, it was really there.
The golden orb left behind by the dead mutant.
‘It’s real! That flash I saw earlier wasn’t my imagination.’
The moment he’d clashed swords with his mother, he’d glimpsed a blue flash far off in his peripheral vision—and it hadn’t been a mistake.
While the cold hat summit was unfolding in Gwangjin-gu, the mutant assigned to this area had dropped in.
And the moment they arrived, they’d been swept up in the suffocating frost aura…
‘They probably froze to death before even escaping the danger zone.’
In front of the unnamed mutant’s remains, Yeong-woo felt a twinge of guilt for some reason.
They’d have died anyway, but still—they’d waited eons in the dark before returning here.
Yet to perish so quietly without even voicing their ambitions as a mutant.
“Let’s take it.”
Yeong-woo pointed at the floating golden orb, and the golden goblin scooped it up like it was collecting a body.
-Kee-it!
Anyway, that wrapped up today’s Gwangjin-gu issue.
He’d dealt with the dragonkin assigned to Seoul, and recovered the Gwangjin-gu mutant’s orb.
So now, all that was left was…
―What, so the big thing you’re doing is just cleaning up corpses?
Song Ji-seon, who’d approached the orb’s spot in the meantime, cast a massive shadow.
“…….”
Yeong-woo was seized by the urge to pop open Aratubank’s lid right then, but he barely held back.
‘Gotta keep her alive till Root Revival’s done. And pit her against Little Uncle too.’
Just two conditions left to complete the Golden Rain achievement ‘Golden Storm.’
-North American continent.
-#Chaebol, #Dragonkin attributes possessed by two beings fighting each other.
Among them, making golden rain fall mid-fight between two #Chaebol, #Dragonkin beings was something Yeong-woo couldn’t pull off alone.
“Normally, you would’ve cleaned up your own corpse too, so count yourself lucky.”
Yeong-woo dusted himself off and shot back, and Song Ji-seon shrugged her shoulders.
―I just told it like it was. So when the hell do I get to see that ‘universe’ you keep yapping about?
Song Ji-seon’s reason for existing was still to confront the absolutes who’d stolen her life as a chaebol head.
―Everything I built up over the years vanished in an instant. Does that make any sense? What fucking bastards.
“Not all of it vanished. It got ‘exchanged.’”
Yeong-woo gazed at his mother’s massive shadowed form as he spoke, and Song Ji-seon spat unpleasantly.
―Exchanged? Compared to what I had, this is nothing.
“Who knows. Maybe the exchange rate sucked? If you’d seen other mutants’ levels firsthand, you wouldn’t say that.”
Yeong-woo spoke flatly.
In truth, no other mutants—not even the chaebols—came close to Song Ji-seon’s feats.
He hadn’t met every chaebol yet, but clearly, Song Ji-seon had returned with treatment befitting her stature.
If he had to put a term to it, special treatment for ex-officials.
“If I hadn’t been guarding here, you could’ve easily taken Seoul… no, the whole Korean Peninsula. Of course, to you, it’d just be a useless lump of land.”
―What?
At her son’s words, Song Ji-seon turned her head, gazing beyond Gwangjin-gu to other districts.
―So basically, take you out, and I’ve got no rivals on the peninsula?
“…….”
Yeong-woo shook his head at his mother’s interpretation but acknowledged it.
“So, you got lucky and unlucky. Lucky to gain a son you never had in your life, unlucky because that son killed your shot at being number one, right?”
―Who said I was lucky.
“But number two’s still on the table, so be satisfied with that. Jinhyeon Group was basically second in the biz world anyway.”
―You little shit?
As Song Ji-seon flared up again, an ominous rumble came from outside Gwangjin-gu.
Seoul’s various First Swords were rushing toward Gwangjin-gu, dragging today’s mutants with them.
Kugugugu…!
“Ah, looks like today’s no pushovers.”
Yeong-woo muttered knowingly, turning toward the noise, and Song Ji-seon raised her greatsword, asking.
―What now?
Yeong-woo slammed Sasinsa into the ground.
“Go say hi. They’re your contemporaries, Mother.”
―…My contemporaries?
“Yeah. But no frost aura. The people they’re chasing are VIPs who’ll fund our trip—we need them alive.”
At Yeong-woo’s use of “trip fare,” Song Ji-seon cocked her head.
“Trip fare. Fare to space. We’re basically going on their dime.”