Chapter 47
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 47
Chapter Title: Opening the Director's Eyes
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I explained a ton of examples.
Starting from the super-famous Typhoon Noru and No□ Paint case that's basically become canon now, to the Sam Altman and Sam□ Soy Sauce case marking the dawn of the AI era, all the way to how TL□A skyrocketed right alongside Te□ra (T□LA).
"Hold on. If 'Sen□' is the hot stock surging, why does '□Sen' go up too? They aren't even related."
"Why aren't they? Just read Sen□ backwards, and it's □Sen."
"No, what the—"
"Remember this. If even just two letters match in the company name, they're connected, period."
And that wasn't all. I even taught them ways to escape even in dire crises.
"For example, let's say Koryo A□ crashes."
Every stock has the potential to tank.
This applies to the Director just as much as to Mi-jang.
"Sure, for the Magical Girl holding that stock, it'd be catastrophic. Someone might even collapse from the stress and give up."
But.
"We're different."
We have to stand back up.
"So let's view a Koryo A□ crash through the Director's eyes."
Magical Girls aren't born to lose. They're made to conquer crises, anytime, anywhere.
"In this hopeless scenario, what would rise?"
Koryo A□ hits the floor. That's the fall of Koryo.
So what comes after Koryo's demise?
That's right. Joseon.
"Joseon industry stocks, exactly! The dynasty founded after Koryo was Joseon!"
Of course, every time I explained, the Magical Girls looked like they were in agony.
Can't blame them. This is a world their current mindset can't grasp. A true otherworld.
But they have to endure it.
The otherworld they're facing isn't the shitty one I came from—it's a real isekai brimming with dreams of overnight riches and hope.
If they're Magical Girls who sing of dreams and hope, surely they can handle it. That's what I believed.
And before long.
"When customs is buzzing about KC certification, what stock do you buy?"
"KC... you mean K□C?"
"Spot on."
My earnest faith was finally rewarded.
Yes. The Magical Girls were starting to open their Director's eyes, one by one.
Little by little. Ever so slightly.
But definitely.
"If In□ and Sam□ Electronics announce an alliance, what stock rises?"
"Probably In-sa□ Corp, right?"
"Yes!"
It was a truly moving moment.
Is this the emotion farmers feel when they sow seeds and reap the harvest? Overwhelming gratitude welled up unbidden.
Tears were practically coming.
I'd finally saved them all, turning them into Directors.
"So, how does it feel to open your Director's eyes?"
At my slightly misty words, the Magical Girls poured out their raw feelings without filter.
"These Director's eyes... they see so clearly..."
"Damn it, Siyul! What the hell are these eyes?! Giving something this precious to me...!"
"It's amazing, the Director's eyes!!!"
Still, about three Magical Girls hadn't opened their Director's eyes yet.
"I still don't get it. The Director's world is so different from the Magical stock market I knew."
"I feel like I'm almost there, but not quite."
"Any more examples?"
"Of course."
I gladly accepted the request and turned to the Magical Girls who had awakened.
"Let's hypothesize. Say news drops about recruiting 2,000 more Magical Girls."
The Magical Girls' eyes were unfocused, dazed, slightly droopy.
Proof they'd opened their Director's eyes.
"So, what stock would rise?"
"Ha□nix!"
"Correct."
With their Director's eyes active, answers came lightning-fast.
Flashing a satisfied smile, I addressed the lost lambs still trapped in darkness.
"See? That's how it's done."
"Got it! Thanks!"
"Me too! I can see now, thanks to you!"
But one remained.
"Sorry, could you explain? I still don't get the Magical principle."
"Of course."
The principle is simple.
2,000 → I-cheon → Ha□nix
3,000 → Sam-cheon → Sam-cheon□ Bikes
4,000 → Sa-cheon → Han□ Aerospace Industries, Nong□
Too easy, right?
"Get it now?"
"Yes! Thank you! I finally understand!"
Glad they all like the Director now.
With the Director's eyes, it's a breeze. As easy as snapping a baby's joint.
Baby submission-level difficulty.
But.
Nothing in this world is all upside. Where there's strength, there's always a weakness.
This holds true for the Director's eyes too.
"Every time a missile carrying a Monster launches from North Korea, you buy 'Mi□' stocks, right? Like Able□ & C?"
Just like right now.
"No! Absolutely not!"
I hurriedly stopped the Magical Girl.
Overusing the Director's eyes leads to theme obsession. You stop seeing the big picture.
This Magical Girl was the perfect example of the downside.
"Why? The Magical theme is missiles."
"Missiles are made to fall, aren't they?"
So naturally, the stock price drops too.
"Got it?"
"Ah, I see. Don't buy just because it's mentioned."
"You have to factor in physics too."
Thankfully, she snapped out of it at my warning. Now she'd use the Director's eyes more carefully.
At that moment, another Magical Girl dropped a bombshell.
"What about Magical futures trading?"
"Are you nuts? Futures are straight-up bad news."
Even Jo Sang-woo, top of Seoul National University's business school and pride of Ssangmun-dong, got wrecked on futures. They're that dangerous.
"Then what do we do, Dash Rate?"
"Simple. Think about it."
With the Director's eyes, it's not hard.
Futures is "present" in English.
Present means now.
In other words, cash.
"Cash is bad in the end, so just do margin trading instead."
"Oh, the Director's eyes work for this too."
Then someone tapped my back. I turned.
It was Whitey.
Her face was a perfect 50-50 mix of worry and shock.
"What the hell did you just teach them? You're insane!"
"What did I do?"
"Margin trading is seriously dangerous! And what you told them not to do? That's futures! Spelled F-U-T-U-R-E, not Present!"
Whitey was uncharacteristically flexing her smarts, speaking urgently, but my feeling toward her was singular.
Disappointment.
"Futures is obviously P-R-E-S-E-N-T in English. What are you talking about Future, you idiot?"
"No, those are different!"
For someone who lived in New York, it was pathetic she didn't know everyday English even a high school dropout like me did.
Stuck with zero languages—neither Korean nor English properly.
It was frustrating enough to turn to pity.
Who could live with a thick-headed moron like that?
Not me, that's for sure.
I gave her a sympathetic, pained smile.
"It's okay. I get it. Even living in New York, you can suck at English."
Totally possible.
I spent 10 years in another world and still can't write its script.
Though weirdly, I could read it from day one.
Anyway.
Meanwhile, Whitey stomped her feet like I'd scratched her.
"Argh, fuck this crazy bastard!"
At least her cursing was fluent Korean, but daily life would still be tough.
Definitely F-grade material.
True bottom-tier, worlds apart from an A-grade like me.
True to her F-grade nature, Whitey shot up from her seat before the lecture even ended.
"I'm out! This isn't a Magical stock seminar—it's a Magical ant meetup! Thought it'd help, but what a waste!"
Whitey stormed out in a huff.
Sora and Octopus followed.
"Sorry, sunbae. I can't take anymore. My head feels like it's splitting."
"This girl's feeble mind can't comprehend inferior species' thoughts. I must withdraw."
Each leaving their parting shot.
Couldn't be helped.
No reason or right to stop them.
Stocks are your own choice, after all.
Just like regretting it later when you don't make money.
Meanwhile, the awakened Director-eyed Magical Girls were finding their own paths without my guidance.
"Didn't they say Japanese Magical Girls are deploying here later? What airline was it?"
"News said Airfre□a, I think."
"Airfre□a is air fryer. So obviously buy Rock&□."
"For next Valentine's, Ka□o? Chocolate comes from cacao."
"Idiot. Where's cacao from? Africa. So A□ricaTV."
"Oh, right. Thanks."
"Wasn't there a Magical protest? They painted Magical raca everywhere, massive damage."
"But rumor was it cleans off with Magical nail remover?"
"Remover... Then A□le Pacific and LG Life□ Health might rise."
"Oh yeah. Thanks, dude."
Wasn't it a beautiful sight?
Even in pitch darkness, helping each other find the way.
No more Hero needed here.
"That concludes the lecture."
I exited to thunderous applause.
My steps back to the dorm were feather-light. Felt like a true Hero for once.
For the first time since becoming a Magical Girl, they didn't look like psychos.
In my eyes, they were just Magical Girls.
Guardians of dreams, hope, and the Director.
True Magical Girls.
I paused, gazing at the lecture hall where they were still deep in heated debate, then walked on.
"Hope it goes well for them."
Wishing bright futures for them all.