Pro Wrestler vs. Mushin
Pro wrestler versus Mushin. …………… And after that, things unfolded like this.
It started with a provocative video circulating on Mirae Group's internal intranet. Director Jeong Hyeong-taek's tearful confession. In exchange for handing over 15% of Mirae Group's shares to Nikola's Leon Dusk, Executive VP Jeong Il-seok's plot to usurp Chairwoman Jeong Ah-reum's throne—a reverse coup. All of it was laid bare to the entire group.
Mirae Group's intranet exploded as a result.
Less than an hour later, the video breached the intranet's walls and conquered the outside world's portals.
This is pretty entertaining.
The reaction to the public opinion war was swift.
Jeong Il-seok's side issued an official statement in under half a day. It was long-winded with flowery language, but boiled down, it claimed the video was a deepfake manipulated by the latest AI.
At the same time, the hunt began.
Jeong Il-seok's minions started searching for Director Jeong Hyeong-taek with full force. Airports, hotels, relatives' homes—even suicide hotspots like the Han River bridges. On the surface, it was a request for clarification to prove his innocence; underneath, it was bloody retaliation tracking.
But Director Jeong Hyeong-taek wasn't found anywhere.
He must've bolted the moment he heard Sia's advice, probably with his eyebrows furrowed in panic.
He must've hidden away with his whole family!
It's because we tweaked his brain to make him smarter!
Is that so? I didn't realize we'd boosted his intelligence.
Anyway, good thing. It'd be a shame if an honest, loyal everyman we upgraded ended up losing his life pointlessly.
But here's where my prediction went slightly off.
I figured Jeong Il-seok would just crash and burn.
Deep down, I'd hoped for a duel between him and Jeong Ah-reum, but the exposé video was too damning.
I thought he'd take the full crossfire from Mirae Group and tumble straight off the cliff—but surprisingly, he held on.
He was on the defensive, sure, but he didn't collapse right away.
A good chunk of the executive board didn't publicly condemn him. Most kept their mouths shut, just watching the situation, with only a few cautiously backing Jeong Ah-reum.
Hmm, this is a bit disconcerting.
As I tilted my head, the glasses-wearing little accident piped up with an explanation.
It's been thirty years. That's how long Jeong Il-seok has been a heavy hitter in Mirae Group.
The little guy pushed up his glasses and continued.
Networks built over thirty years, people bought and placated over thirty years, an organization trained to obey him over thirty years.
And on top of that, folks who still admire the old Mushin Jeong Il-seok. In Mirae Group, where strength itself is worshipped, his name as once Korea's strongest still carries weight.
Aha. So they're playing it safe because Jeong Il-seok might actually win.
And so began the dull, pedantic public opinion war.
Jeong Ah-reum's side mobilized their legal and PR departments in full force. Using the massive capital and overwhelming numbers of the legitimate direct line, they slowly but surely tightened the noose around Jeong Il-seok's neck.
Jeong Il-seok's side poked holes—manipulation possibilities, bribery suspicions—and rebutted point by point.
Ugh. Boring.
So tedious.
Even I, just watching, got tired, and so did the little accidents.
But amid the drawn-out back-and-forth, Jeong Ah-reum steadily gained the upper hand, one step at a time.
Eventually, cracks formed in the power balance.
One executive from Jeong Il-seok's side defected publicly.
A bit more time passed, and three more followed.
Then more time, and Jeong Il-seok's faction had shrunk pathetically.
The moment he was three steps from the cliff's edge—
Jeong Ah-reum made her move.
……………
A blinding barrage of camera flashes erupted at the press conference.
Jeong Ah-reum stepped before the media. Orange drill twintails neatly tied, hanbok crisply smoothed.
"You all know who I am, don't you? So no need for introductions."
As Jeong Ah-reum snapped her fan open with a crack, camera shutters poured down like a storm.
Ugh. As if you wouldn't know me.
In Korea, only Lee Se-hee, Jeong Ah-reum, and three VIPs could greet like that.
"Mirae Group has stood on one principle since its founding. Namely—the strongest leads the group."
Jeong Ah-reum threw a straight fastball no one saw coming.
"Here and now, Superhuman Pro Wrestling World Champion and Mirae Group leader Jeong Ah-reum formally challenges Mirae Group Executive Director Jeong Il-seok to a succession duel."
Whoa!
Finally starting.
Me, blended in among the reporters watching, and the little accidents in my inner world all clapped in unison.
"Faction versus faction just wastes the group's strength. So let's settle it cleanly between leaders."
The world flipped out at the unimaginable turn.
All sorts of speculation, criticism, and suspicion flew around—but Jeong Ah-reum's resolve didn't waver.
I took a lick of her emotions.
Even in the pre-dawn hours before throwing down the gauntlet, before hundreds of reporters, and now back in her office.
The fear that had pooled in one corner of her heart had long faded.
In its place sat something close to bloodlust.
In her words—"That woman can do it, so there's no way I can't!"
Hmm, who’s "that woman"? Lee Se-hee, maybe.
Anyway, looks like my gift hit the mark.
Heh heh heh.
And soon after, Jeong Il-seok's official response dropped.
On screen, even past fifty, his back was ramrod straight—traps, delts, pecs, bis and tris, quads. All thick.
At first glance, he looked like a Terrachad-style bodybuilder, but up close, a layer of fat covered the muscle in perfect proportion. In simple terms, more like a battle-hardened fighter than a stage-built bodybuilder.
So that's the Mushin.
Once called Korea's strongest fighter.
He stood before the camera and said just two things.
"I sincerely thank Chairwoman Jeong Ah-reum for bequeathing Mirae Group's leadership to me."
For a split second, I didn't get it.
Which meant—whoa.
Declaring victory without even fighting.
What ego. What confidence.
The little accidents in my inner world jumped up and down.
Finally!
It's starting!
Snacks! Get the snacks! Cola too!
Set up the seating!
Front row is mine!
Popcorn duty and seating accidents scurried about.
Humans really are entertaining.
Endless new spectacles, wave after wave.
Heh heh heh.
……………
The darkened gymnasium was utter silence.
Thick blackout curtains sealed every side, leaving only faint light illuminating the square ring in the vast space.
Jeong Il-seok in a judogi climbed onto the ring.
From the opposite corner, Jeong Ah-reum in hanbok dress greeted him.
"Welcome, Uncle."
Jeong Il-seok nodded.
"Yes, Jeong Il-seok has arrived."
The referee stepped between them.
"Continues until one loses consciousness completely, surrenders, or dies."
The moment the starting hand signal dropped, Jeong Il-seok spoke first.
"Thanks for handing over the chairmanship without spilling blood."
Hmm, this uncle's exactly like in the interview.
Dead certain he'll win.
But then—Jeong Il-seok's face changed.
The smile slid aside, expression hardening.
"However, I can't tolerate you digging into my past."
His emotional flavor shifted fast too. Raw killing intent smothered the leisure.
"Considering your merits and faults together—I'll at least send you to the afterlife comfortably."
Even taking that murderous lump head-on, Jeong Ah-reum didn't blink.
She curved her lips into a light smile, tossed her folded fan back to the maid.
"That's the Mushin Jeong Il-seok I expect. But—"
Her hand caught the collar of her hanbok dress.
Grabbed the zipper, yanked from top to bottom.
Riiiip.
The luxurious hanbok fabric billowed and flowed to the mat below.
And what emerged underneath—stretchy fibers instead of silk. Metal mesh instead of embroidery. Glossy synthetic plates instead of jewels.
Hidden inside the hanbok: a pro wrestling suit hugging her body.
Finally, the drill-haired girl's true battle gear.
The real champion!
The real real real champion!
As some little accidents leaped up cheering, I calmly scanned the suit's specs.
Even as a hobby, it's the chairwoman's hobby—suspiciously high performance.
Easily crushes power suits issued to agency agents, on par with Lee Se-hee's or Mask Warriors' gear.
Jeong Ah-reum, now in pro wrestler mode, stomped the mat hard.
Shraaak!
The massive blackouts enveloping the gymnasium roared upward to the ceiling all at once.
Hundreds of pure white spotlights poured onto the ring, laser beams radiating from the ceiling.
Hidden behind the curtains—a massive pro wrestling arena seating tens of thousands.
And the stands packed with spectators.
"""""Waaaaaaaaahhhhh———!!"""" "
"""""Jeong Ah-reum! Jeong Ah-reum! Jeong Ah-reum!"""""
Tens of thousands chanted the champion's name in unison.
Their stomping fused into a massive quake shaking the arena.
Oh my, oh my. Perfect setup.
Jeong Ah-reum threw her arms wide, soaking in the crowd's heat with her whole body.
"This is my stage as a pro wrestler. No intention of losing to you, Uncle?"
"……Hmm."
Across the ring, Jeong Il-seok's eyebrow twitched ever so slightly.
A faint unease rose from him, then vanished.
But the core leisure remained unshaken.
If stage effects like this rattled him, he couldn't have held the Mushin title for half a century.
And—right then.
Jeong Ah-reum activated her awakening ability.