Observation Log of Oseong Group Chairman Lee Se-hee
Oseong Group Chairman Lee Se-hee's Observation Log. …………… Ah, come to think of it. If you're asking what I saw while shadowing Lee Se-hee all day, well. Here's the daily routine I observed.
4:30 a.m. Wake-up. The day begins in the training facility beneath her mansion. First exercise: full-power sprints in high-gravity conditions. The gravity amplifiers embedded in the floor exert 3.2 times normal load on her body. Forty sets of 200-meter sprints in that environment. By the final set, Lee Se-hee's knees buckled. But before her hands could touch the ground, she was back up. The vomiting went into a bucket in the corner of the training area.
The glasses-wearing thought projection frowned.
5:30 a.m. In the back seat of the limousine, she opens her laptop. Signing electronic documents, taking video calls, approving investments, reprimanding executives. Duties as the head of Oseong Group. Lee Se-hee handled it all without so much as a twitch on her face. This woman barely shows any emotion while working. She's not suppressing it—she genuinely seems to have no feelings about the work itself. Could she really have no particular attachment to the position of chaebol heir?
7:00 a.m. Arrival at Oseong Group headquarters. Before the morning schedule begins, Lee Se-hee pulls something from a drawer in her office desk. A pen-shaped syringe. Silver body stamped with the "Oseong Pharma" logo. She rolls up her suit sleeve and injects the needle into a vein on the inside of her forearm.
Is that like the Microgenics drug?
The doctor-robed thought projection appeared at a chalkboard, analyzing the drug's components.
Sounds pretty useful. Should I borrow one for Yeom Hana?
Hmm. A drug that trades lifespan for strength. Guess that's how she held her own against untransformed Yeom Hana.
From 9:00 a.m. to 4:00 p.m., chairman duties continued. Meetings, approvals, calls, more meetings. A single lunch squeezed in between: white rice, chicken breast, boiled eggs, raw broccoli.
Ugh. It's basically the diet meals I bring Odaekhwan, just scaled up. And she eats that herself.
4:30 p.m. Oseong Group headquarters basement private dojo. Lee Se-hee changes into a dobok and appears; the waiting coaches bow in unison. Coaches, huh—but their builds are insane. The smallest is over 190 cm and looks north of 120 kg. Anyone would peg them as pro fighters. Maybe retired ones.
The fierce-eyed thought projection could barely contain his excitement.
Against those four coaches, Lee Se-hee sparred nonstop for two hours. Thrown down, swept, struck. She countered, choked them out, suplexed them. The coaches pinned her sometimes too. But unless she was unconscious, Lee Se-hee didn't stop. Hmm, she's good enough that I could suggest Yeom Hana needs more technique drilling.
7:00 p.m. Sparring ends, shower, back in her suit, more work. It was nearly midnight when her limousine returned to the mansion. While Lee Se-hee showered, I inspected the capsule device in her bedroom. What's this? A VR rig? The glasses-wearing thought projection popped up to explain.
So she gets less than 3 hours a day?
Putting it all together from the thought projections' assessments: Lee Se-hee sustains herself by wrecking her liver and kidneys with enhancement drugs, and her brain with the sleep accelerator. She sacrifices her health for the time and wealth to juggle chaebol duties and superhuman training.
Hmm. Back to the present. What I felt after observing her all day? Lee Se-hee will do anything to get stronger. Drugs, money, lifespan—no holds barred. She pays any price without hesitation. And she handles her chairman duties diligently too. That buys her top-tier medicine, training, and tech, all funneled into getting stronger.
In conclusion, Lee Se-hee lives with insane diligence. And right now? I was about to give this hyper-diligent human the shock of her life.
Gel pad pierced as I rise, fresh from her shower, Lee Se-hee. Wet black hair clinging to her shoulders as she looks down at me. The purple-haired girl emerging smoothly from the capsule stares right back up at her. Any normal human would scream and topple backward.
"Hmm. I see."
That was Lee Se-hee's entire reaction.
Yeah. Kinda deflating for me too. As I mulled over my failed scare attempt, Lee Se-hee spoke to me.
"So it's you. The entity Threat Management Agency has been desperately hiding from the world."
Oh? She knows me. A bit embarrassing. I don't remember introducing myself.
Lee Se-hee swept back her wet hair and continued. "No breach alerts on the security net. The capsule's biometric sensors are silent too. An off-spec existence with that level of stealth..." Her pitch-black eyes scanned me. "...can only be the problem child Threat Management is hyper-vigilant about: Alpha Outer God."
Impressive deduction skills. Clap clap. I mimed applause.
"Just as the reports said, you have intelligence. Curious how I know you? Am I right?"
Not that curious, but if she's offering, I'll hear her out. I shrugged.
Lee Se-hee's lips twitched upward ever so slightly. First smile I've seen all day trailing her.
"Nothing money can't solve... Not my favorite saying, but."
Aha. She's got someone bought off inside the Agency. As Oseong's head, she can afford plenty of spies. Poor Director Shin Chang-seok will be heartbroken when he finds out. Gotta snag him an orange mushroom-cap pillow as comfort later. Poor gray tracksuit uncle.
As I pondered him, Lee Se-hee suddenly dropped to one knee. Whoa. Our eyes level now. Humans usually loom over me due to height. Never seen someone kneel like this without bowing. And—this gaze is so blatant. Her obsidian eyes lock on mine, burning with piercing desire. This woman wants something. Badly. Intensely.
"You coming to me means you're interested in me, right?" Her voice shifted. "And I know you've gifted power to those Threat Management humans."
Nothing like her cold work tone or the arrogance she threw at Yeom Hana.
"...So make me strong too. The strongest among humanity, at least. Whatever price you want, I'll pay it all."
Hmm. Good thing she doesn't want the mountain of snacks in my internal subspace. I'd be in trouble. I've got 312 bags of Three Run Balls alone. No way I'm giving those up. Anyway, the strongest among humanity? Stronger than Dr. Stein? That means folding spacetime for punches, outrunning light-speed. Tough ask. Let me think.
My consciousness sank into the inner world. Chalkboards, chalk, round table, chairs, thought projections waiting.
How to grant Lee Se-hee's request? Ideas, speak up.
The kid thought projection raised her hand first.
No. She'd just become part of me. Worst case, I gain another thought projection. Best case, a hardworking black-haired one obsessed with work.
The kid deflated.
The doctor-robed one scribbled on the chalkboard: chemical formulas, molecular structures, ending with "Green Giant Protocol."
Absolutely not. Lawsuit city.
Doc's weak on humanities. Gotta make him read the legal trivia comics Yi Gyu-rin brought later.
The glasses-wearing one raised his hand.
Hmm. Clean, simple. Quick too.
The fierce-eyed one burst forward. Usually only cares about fights, but he's desperate today.
Romance?
His arms flailed like an orator. Trying to amp up persuasion. Surprisingly, it worked—the inner world went quiet. Even the chatty kids shut up.
...Hmm. Referencing Will Bates, huh. I rested my chin, pondering his rant. In reality, Lee Se-hee still knelt before me, so her emotions lingered: distilled liquor aftertaste. Burning heat rising after the swallow. She's paying a massive price to get stronger. Ruining her health, shaving years off her life, grinding 20 hours a day nonstop. And she sees all that as necessary for strength. Her offer to pay any price fits that mindset. She probably expects me to take something tangible—wealth, lifespan, whatever—in exchange.
But honestly? Price isn't a given. For me, it's like a mouse click for humans. One hair strand, one vein tap. 0.5 seconds flat.
Still. Yeah. Fierce-eyes is right. Hand it all over, and what's the fun? Even tough-but-fun games got boring fast with Odeokhwan's cheats. That boss I pulled three all-nighters for? One cheat line, and all the rage and joy vanished.
Decided. Consciousness snapped back to reality. Lee Se-hee still knelt, staring straight at me. Only 3 seconds passed here, naturally. Brace yourself, Chairman. It'll sting a bit. More than a shot.
My hair surged up, flying toward Lee Se-hee.