Chapter 37 - 37

A tremendous shock. In EP0453, Lee Jin-seok's training in her dream is gradually seeping into Yoo Eun's daily life. Shocked by the experience of masturbating by imitating male penis movements, she tries her best to be careful, but the behavioral patterns already etched into her body are difficult to erase. "Eun-er, can you bring me the ice cream?" "Understood." Yoo Eun, who was handling official business in the office, went to the living room to get the ice cream after hearing her mistress's request. Thanks to Yoo Ha-young's sweet tooth since childhood, the freezer was always stocked. Opening the freezer door, Yoo Eun first took out her mistress's favorite flavor, and then grabbed her own—the drop in blood sugar caused by continuous work made it difficult for her to concentrate. "Anyway, my mistress likes to share food with others." Yoo Ha-young is keen on ordering the same dishes when dining together, which she sees as proof of friendship. "But absolutely not with that guy." Recalling their first meeting at the restaurant, when her usually reserved mistress actually asked for the same dish, Yoo Eun gritted her teeth. Despite knowing the man's exceptional talent, the reality of being violated in her dreams for six consecutive nights still filled her with disgust. The man, distant and aloof in reality, was relentlessly harassing her in her dreams, a truly appalling sight. 'Even the prostitutes haven't appeared lately.' The first two dreams were somewhat bearable with the prostitutes' company, but now only Li Zhenshuo's torment made her resist falling asleep. Unable to pinpoint the source of her nightmares, she even went to the hospital for a checkup, but the results showed everything was normal. 'There must be a reason.' The increasingly severe feeling of pent-up frustration tormented her—excluding the day she met the prostitute, she had been brutally ravaged in her dreams for five whole nights. Even more terrifying, the boundary between reality and dreams was gradually collapsing. She couldn't work without release in the morning, unconsciously moaned when her private parts were touched while bathing, and her frequent daydreaming worried the prostitutes. 'This can't go on.' Having never accepted a man before, she fearfully realized that this might truly create inappropriate desires—especially when serving the prostitutes. She, who could barely concentrate on her duties as a guard, would be completely ruined if she were to be controlled by desires as well. "Thank you, did you get one too, Yin'er?" "Yes... I suddenly wanted some." "Then let's rest together." Upon seeing the ice cream delivered, Liu Heying, who had been focused on her work, immediately relaxed. Her captivating beauty made Liu Yin momentarily dazed before she snapped back to reality at the rest instruction. The two sat side by side on the sofa, unpacking the ice cream. With a crisp sound as the plastic wrap peeled off, Liu Yin put the ice cream in her mouth. "Mmm! It's really amazing! Yin'er thinks so too, right?" "Yes... It's especially delicious during work breaks." "It's so wonderful to be able to steal a moment to eat ice cream." The cold and aloof "Iron-Blooded Queen" now had a gentle smile, a treasure reserved only for Liu Yin. 'Miss...' This exclusive privilege deepened her longing. - Chuchu... Chuchuchu! Lost in her fantasy, Liu Yin was suddenly jolted awake: "Yin'er, would it taste better that way?" "Eh...?!" She realized with a start that she was licking ice cream in an extremely lewd manner—lightly licking the tip with her tongue, making slurping sounds as she swallowed, and even unconsciously rotating the tip of her tongue. 'I actually... did something like this...?' This was clearly the technique Li Zhenshuo had forced her to "please men" in her dream: rubbing the glans with her tongue while swallowing, and tightening her throat around the shaft during deep throating. "Miss...this tastes better." Her forced attempt to remain calm was too late; Liu Yin knew—she had been completely exposed. "She always presents such a composed demeanor in front of me, but secretly she's a formidable figure known as the Iron-Blooded Queen." "Not only has she been betrayed by those she trusted, but she's also a capable person who successfully laundered a vast underground organization's assets into the open." "How could someone like that not sense the secrets of someone I grew up with?" "Is everything alright?" "...I'm fine." "If you really run into trouble, you must tell me, okay?" "Okay, I'll tell you when the time comes, please don't worry." Liu Heying, whose unusual behavior had been noticed by Liu Yin, ultimately didn't reveal the problem troubling her. It was partly out of consideration for not wanting to trouble her mistress, but also because all her worries stemmed from a bizarre dream. 'Even if I told you, Miss wouldn't believe me.' In the recurring dream for days, a man named Li Zhenshuo was violating her—no one would believe such a thing. 'Although I won't be scolded, I'll definitely be looked at with strange eyes.' Her long companionship assured her that he wouldn't be angry, but she feared even more that the trust built up over the years would crumble, or be dismissed as a trivial joke. Especially as the line between reality and dreams blurred, this secret became even harder to utter. "If I were to say it... I might break down." Normally, she wouldn't have cared, but days of enduring hardship had pushed her to her mental limit. If her heartfelt confession were taken as a joke, something important would shatter completely. ———— These past few days, Liu Heying had clearly sensed Liu Yin's unusual behavior. "Something must have happened..."What could it be? This bodyguard and best friend, who always executed every command flawlessly with a perfect expression, had a tacit understanding built up over childhood that allowed her to sense something amiss beneath her icy exterior. Now, even the usually impeccably composed Liu Yin was visibly flustered; there must be a reason. Unfortunately, given Liu Yin's personality, she would rather bear it alone than confess. 'It's better to tell her everything.' As children, they often confided in each other before bed—Liu Yin complaining about the harsh training, and she lamenting the hardships of her father's teaching. Even if fate was inescapable, at least they could support each other. Until her father's death, Liu Yin suddenly became businesslike. Her close friend from high school had become a cold subordinate in the blink of an eye. At first, she only felt hurt, but later she understood: 'Because I have to inherit the organization.' The sudden loss of her father and the alienation from her best friend were, frankly, very painful. But time eventually healed everything, and just as she was gradually adapting to the new relationship, Liu Yin became a stranger again. 'What's wrong?' Her absent-mindedness at work increased significantly. Liu Yin, usually as meticulous as a machine, had been making a series of small mistakes lately. At first, she thought it was just a bad day, but four days of this abnormality seemed far too long. Now, even her usually expressionless face betrayed her weariness. 'She'll tell me eventually, won't she?' Liu Heying suppressed the urge to press for answers. This was her way of respecting her stubborn old friend—she trusted that he would speak up when he truly couldn't take it anymore. Just like always before. And so, on the seventh day of Liu Yin's persistent erotic dreams, the abnormality abruptly ended. ———— [Ding] [Dream Potion] The effects have completely worn off. The user will no longer experience the preset dream. 'There's a time limit?' I was at home playing games when the notification suddenly popped into my head, startled. I clearly hadn't seen any expiration date when I used the potion. As a seasoned gamer, I never overlooked even the smallest print of the effect description. "System, why does the [Dream Potion] show as expired?" [The shop system is functioning normally.] "Then why did it suddenly become invalid?" [It's probably due to missing original data.] "The Creator's system can have such a flaw?" [Strictly speaking, the Creator simply ported the existing game system to you; it's possible there are omissions in the original data.] "So, the effects set by the game company were just directly transferred to me?" [That's true.] In the end, I chose to accept the system's explanation about missing information. This wasn't the first time N Company had missed information; I was almost used to it. 'Although it would feel a bit out of place in reality.' In the game, if you encounter missing information, you can just reload and go back to the save point. But you can't do that in reality. What if there are side effects but the description is missing? If there are potentially fatal side effects, it might not matter in the game, but in reality, it would definitely cause a huge mess. "I need to complain to N Company about this." To avoid future problems, I asked the system to help fill in the missing information. After receiving what could be called the ultimate etiquette training, I never did anything rude again. I didn't even dare to skip school. Once, I skipped school because I didn't want to, and my butt was so swollen it was bruised for three days. During my rebellious phase in middle school, I tried to fight back by grabbing an adult's wrist to stop them, but I got beaten even harder. Since then, I've become a model student, even getting perfect attendance in high school. 'I should be able to beat them now, right?' With my 'demigod' body,' I should be able to win easily. But I never thought of using this power to get revenge on my parents—even though they did beat me pretty badly back then. Thanks to that kind of education, I've been able to live smoothly until now. Apart from their slightly harsh discipline, they are truly the most perfect parents in the world. Most of the money I earned as a mercenary was spent on me; as long as I followed basic principles, everything else was up to me. While I was immersed in memories of talking to my mother on the phone— "Aren't you going to explain why?" Hearing the unusually gentle voice on the other end of the line, I instantly tensed up, thinking about how to respond. "She's definitely angry." This is the hallmark of my mother before her outburst—her usually gentle tone becomes increasingly cloying. If I say the wrong thing, she might just come straight to Korea. I racked my brains. "Because I suddenly want to try something new, I'm planning to take a break from school for a while." - What do you want to try? "Well, a well-known game company has a new game that I need to play through. It's a bit difficult to balance my studies." Luckily, I had already prepared an excuse, so I should be able to get away with it. "Anyway, future employment is more important, so I want to focus on this first." - Hmm... I should have discussed it with Mom beforehand. "You're always so busy, I don't want to bother you with such trivial matters." - You can contact me anytime if it concerns your future development. Hearing my mother's soothing tone, I could finally breathe a sigh of relief. "I almost died..." Now that I have a 'demigod's body,' I'm not afraid of being spanked, but there are other ways to discipline me. My mother specializes in physical punishment, while my father excels at mental torture. I can tolerate a 30-minute lecture, but it usually starts at two hours. The same old thing over and over again, and when it's almost over, it starts all over again. That was the ultimate verbal tactic that could drive someone to a mental breakdown. My mother would finish her tirade and be done with it, but my father could keep going—and if his attitude soured, he'd extend it. That's why I'm most afraid of my father's discipline now. - How's that thing going? "Still in the testing phase, but it's almost finished." - Really? You can come stay with us for a few days while you're on leave from school. "Huh...?" I thought I'd gotten through the ordeal, but this invitation completely shut me down. 'I don't have time right now.' There are so many slaves and girlfriends waiting for me in the territory, how could I possibly fly to America? Not to mention I haven't even won over Liu Yin yet, leaving now would be the end of everything. - What? Do you have other plans? Seeing that I didn't respond immediately, my mother's questioning voice made me think frantically again. 'What excuse can I make?' I already said that the game project was nearing completion, and I didn't have to go to school. Now, the reason I could refuse... 'I'm doomed...' I couldn't think of a reasonable explanation at all. If I stay silent any longer, my mother will really get angry. She was already unhappy when we didn't meet last time, and if I make excuses again this time, she'll definitely get angry. I finally decided to take this opportunity to reunite with my parents after so long—I'll be back soon anyway. "Just finish the job." Given their efficiency, it shouldn't take too long. After all, in the mercenary world, working continuously for twenty years without serious injury is practically a legend. Teaming up with my parents almost guarantees survival; the worst that can happen is serious injury—similar rumors abound. They were temporarily away from the battlefield to care for their child, so their return must be incredibly busy. "When do we leave?" I asked, calculating the quick return schedule, only to receive an explosive reply—"Now." "Huh?" - The tickets are all booked; you just need to bring your people and luggage. "..." Before I could even finish my reply, they'd already arranged the flights. "I knew it..." My mother always makes sure what she wants, and she'll do whatever it takes, no matter how much time it takes. Faced with her bulldozing speed, I could only sigh and agree. "I was planning to go anyway." Since I'd made up my mind, I wouldn't back down—after hanging up, I started packing. "Sigh... there are still so many things I haven't experienced...""I haven't conquered Liu Yin yet, nor have I had a slutty party with the slaves. Although I should be back soon, the thought of at least a week is depressing. "But I have to go." In our family, going back on one's word is absolutely forbidden. Knowing my parents' personalities well, I decided to look on the bright side—I'm getting a bit tired of the same routine lately. "I should at least say goodbye before I leave." Since I have to leave Korea for the next week, I called my servants and girlfriends one by one. My girlfriends Liu Anna and Li Shiyan sounded regretful, but when they heard it was because of their parents, they didn't say much. The problem was with my servants—these guys who had tasted my penis, upon hearing that I was leaving for a whole week, threw their master-servant relationship to the back of their minds and started making a fuss. Li Zhouen directly questioned why I was leaving so suddenly, and said that since we hadn't seen each other for so long, she would come to my house to find me now. Her friend Gao Yuli did the same; this woman, whose uterus had been crushed by a huge penis and was now immersed in pleasure, also said she would come immediately. Fortunately, Zheng Enya and Zhao Youli didn't linger, only saying "be careful on the road" in their usual tone. Finally, Zhou Huiying said that she needed to abstain from sex during her pregnancy and told me to go without worry. However, she added that she would be uneasy without the child's father and told me to come back as soon as possible. After calming all the servants and girlfriends, I packed my luggage for the trip to America and sat at home waiting for those little vixens who said they were coming. EP0455 After Gao Yuli and Li Zhouen's visit, we had intense intercourse in the tight time before boarding. "Hoo...it's not like it's goodbye forever, why are you going so far?" "Eee..." "Hoo eh eh..." We'd only see each other again in a week or a month, but these two were demanding it like a life-or-death separation, which was really overwhelming. The moment they learned about the effects of semen and swallowed their birth control pills, they pounced on me tirelessly. Li Zhou'en, whom I personally modified, became extremely sensitive, yet managed to remain conscious through three consecutive orgasms; Gao Yuli, who would normally collapse quickly, also took advantage of the breaks to receive five more ejaculations. Later, the two servants served me with their breasts, resulting in six orgasms; they sucked my penis side-by-side, resulting in four orgasms; they climaxed three times while rubbing their buttocks together; and finally, in a sandwich position, they poured out ten ejaculations. A total of thirty-one acts of debauchery left even my demigod body slightly fatigued. "Haa...you deadly vixens." Looking at their limp, semen-filled bellies, I couldn't help but shudder. Their zombie-like eyes, which restored their strength with each act of love fluid, were still vivid in my mind. "Time to get going." Leaving the two beauties still panting sweetly on the bed, I picked up the pre-prepared luggage and got into the car. On the way to the airport, the long-silent system suddenly spoke: [User is now heading to America?] "Hmm, my parents summoned me, so I have to go." This reminder suddenly made me think of something: "If I go to America, can you come with me?" [That's not a problem. I'll follow you wherever you are.] "Oh? So you mean you'll spend the rest of your life with me?" [Yes, that's right.] She was clearly flustered by the phrase "spend the rest of your life." Ever since using the "Dream Potion" to possess Liu Heying's body in a dream and have intercourse with her, the system has become unusually shy. "Want to do it with me again?" [What nonsense are you talking about!!] The system, which was teased and became furious, scolded sharply, but I continued to tease her: "The first experience was very comfortable, right? I guessed it was too." [Although it was indeed...] "You're so cute, my system." [Please stop teasing me!!] Realizing that she had been teased and was about to explode again, I could only apologize with a smile: "Sorry, your reaction was too funny." [I told you not to tease people!!] Li Zhenshuo's sudden direct approach silenced the system completely; it must be having a tiff. 'This is funny.' Seeing the system react so strongly for the first time, I arrived at the airport with a smile. I used the e-ticket sent by my parents to complete the check-in—my childhood experience of frequent overseas travel made the process exceptionally smooth. 'Still not quite used to it.' After boarding and taking my seat, the scene of checking in resurfaced in my mind. My divinely bestowed appearance and physique were already at the level of a world-class supermodel. Although I hadn't put much effort into styling, the inherent coordination of my 'demigod body' was enough to attract everyone's attention. 'Being the center of attention is really troublesome.' The lady at the check-in counter blushed as she handed me back a slip of paper with my contact information tucked into my passport; while waiting to board, I bought a sandwich, and strange women approached me. Although they were all inferior to my servants and politely declined, the sudden popularity still made me feel uneasy. 'After all, I usually stay at home and rarely go out on foot.' With the increase in female friends, the necessity of going out had already decreased sharply. I'm a homebody at heart, rarely venturing into the public eye. Stepping into a crowd after so long, the intense gazes made me feel uneasy. "Does the passenger need any service?" "No, thank you." Thanks to my wealthy parents' sponsorship of a first-class seat, the flight attendant made a special trip through the rows in front and behind to my seat. She was beautiful and well-maintained; fantasies of a romantic encounter on the plane did flash through my mind, but I ultimately chose to abandon them—after all, I'd already been practically drained by Li Zhouen and Gao Yuli before the trip. 'Just thinking about it gives me goosebumps.' They shed their usual satiated and languid expressions, transforming into insatiable, hungry lionesses; their thirty-one frenzied encounters were truly chilling. Ignoring the flight attendants' flirtatious glances, I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep. If I didn't pretend to be asleep, I had a premonition of being approached frequently. Just as Li Zhenshuo was deliberately sleeping to avoid trouble, a heated discussion was taking place in the crew lounge: "Crazy! How can there be such a handsome Asian man?" "I've never seen an Asian face with such deep features in my life." "And he's rich too, looking so young yet sitting in first class." "If you hook up with a man like this, you can turn your life around..." "Arthur, his impatient expression when I tried to talk to him was really interesting." "Anyway, we have plenty of time, why don't we bet on who can hook him first?" Although they often travel overseas due to the nature of their work and have seen many handsome Western men, Li Zhenshuo was very special to them. Not only was he handsome and had an outstanding physique, but what was even more attractive was the indescribable charm he exuded—a fatal attraction that once you were drawn in, you could never escape. "Then I'll go first." "Don't you have a boyfriend?" "You can't find a guy this handsome in Korea. I'd be cursed if I missed him." "Didn't you say you were going to marry that guy?" "We're not really married yet, what does it matter?" "Ha, you scumbag." "You don't even have a proper relationship yourself, all you do is stuff your fishpond with backups, and you have the nerve to talk about me." "At least I haven't confirmed our relationship." "You're all the same, two bitches." The flight attendants playfully made a bet to see who could snag the Asian man first. "But what if his thing is too small?" "He's so handsome, he must be experienced." "Even the best technique can't make up for a congenital deficiency." "Then you'll back out?" "No way, missing out on such a gem would be a disaster." "Just imagining him holding me in his strong arms makes me wet right now." "Vulgar." The pent-up desire from their long flight made them discuss Lee Jin-seok's naked body without restraint, their vulgarities rising and falling. — "Ah...slept so well." He thought he wouldn't sleep well on the plane, but the first-class seat made him sleep soundly until dawn. Stretching out, Lee Jin-seok pressed the call button to summon a flight attendant: "Could you bring me a meal?" In less than twenty seconds, a tall flight attendant appeared gracefully. Her shirt was unbuttoned to the third button, and her round cleavage was faintly visible with each breath. "Is it alright to serve a meal now?" "We can provide anything you want...""Service, please." She bit her lip meaningfully. Already accustomed to women throwing themselves at him, Li Zhenshuo calmly finished ordering, ignoring the hint. "Would you like a massage to relieve your fatigue?" she asked persistently, leaning forward, her perfume wafting towards him. "No, thank you." Watching the flight attendant's dejected departure, he scoffed inwardly. Her face was pretty enough, but her flat buttocks were completely unappealing to him—after all, he was used to dealing with stunning beauties with large breasts and ample buttocks; this kind of woman couldn't even get him an erection. Throughout the flight, flight attendants constantly tried to flirt with him under various pretexts. Either her bust size was lacking, her buttocks weren't perfect, or her features weren't refined enough. 'Have my standards gotten too high lately?' Having acquired a demigod's body, what he once considered above-average looks now rarely caught his eye. But since he could find suitable prey whenever he wanted, he didn't pay much attention. When the flight landed at Derek Airport in Washington, D.C., a familiar voice outside the glass curtain wall of the customs area made him abruptly stop in his tracks. "Zhenshuo!!" Turning around, he saw his parents waving enthusiastically at the arrival gate. His mother, whom he hadn't seen for many years, had red eyes, while his father kept patting the "PMC Security Company" sign beside him. The system flashed a blue notification on his retina: [Confirmed that both parents' perceptions are fully adapted to the new appearance.] "You brat," his father ruffled his hair, "what did the game company feed you to grow so tall?" His mother suddenly pinched his cheek: "But the feel hasn't changed, you're still Mommy's little dough." His heart finally settled, and Li Zhenshuo smiled as he picked up his luggage and headed for the parking lot. In the rearview mirror, the ever-energetic middle-aged couple were arguing animatedly about who should sit in the front passenger seat. "Mom! Dad!" "Long time no see." "You weren't tired on the plane, were you?" "My mother was all smiles and concern as soon as we met, and my father just kept saying 'long time no see.' I was worried about what would happen if I was recognized, but thankfully, just like the system said, there were no problems at all. 'That's great.' If they had discovered my changed appearance and physical abnormalities, I really wouldn't know how I would have explained it. Now that I haven't given myself away, I can finally breathe a sigh of relief. 'I'm fine at all. It's actually quite novel to fly after so long.' 'That's good.' 'You must be exhausted from the long flight. Let's go to our place.' 'Okay.'" "Holding my parents' hands, I arrived at the airport parking lot and got into the back seat, heading home. EP0456 When driving, my father always sat in the driver's seat, my mother in the passenger seat, and I in the back—this was the familiar, fixed seating arrangement for our family when traveling. Although my mother, as a mercenary, also knew how to drive, it was slightly different from what we considered ordinary driving. During escort missions or when moving between battlefields, there would always be emergencies, and in those situations, my father would hand the steering wheel to my mother. He often said that in critical moments, no one could drive better than my mother. 'That time I almost died' The day I asked out of curiosity to see my mother's driving skills, I now regret my curiosity. Speeding was commonplace, she almost never slowed down when cornering, practically drifting in real life, completely disregarding tire wear and just driving as she pleased—this was my mother's mercenary-style driving. It seemed like she could drive normally, but to me, it was completely different." Even if she asked me to slow down, I'd be speeding in the blink of an eye, and lane changes weren't smooth turns but rather a sudden, jarring cut that made the car sway. Therefore, unless it was an emergency, my mother always had my father drive when she was at work. Just as I was reminiscing in the car— "You didn't have any trouble living alone in Korea, did you?" "I'm doing great. What problems could there be living alone when you're an adult?" ＂ 面对母亲关于独居生活的询问,我表示完全不必担心.毕竟麾下有成群女奴还交往着两个女友,怎么能算过得不好——当然这话绝不会说出口.在重视儒家思想的父母面前,稍有不慎就可能引发滔天怒火. 『绝对不能暴露』 从小强调纯爱的父母总是教导要珍惜爱护心仪的女性.若是被发现自己因扭曲的性癖违背了他们的情感教育,真不知会引发什么后果. 『不过毕竟是成年人了,不至于挨打...』 虽已是大可为自己负责的年纪,但绝对躲不过说教.考虑到母亲火爆的脾气,甚至不敢保证真不会挨揍. 拥有『半神之躯』获得超凡力量后,确实能轻易制服他们.但自幼浸染的儒家思想与畏惧感仍是无法克服的本能. 久违的家庭闲聊进行时—— ＂所以交女朋友了吗?＂ 话题转向恋爱,我亮出准备好的答案:＂没,最近专注工作没时间.＂ ＂又宅家打游戏? "You need to plan for the future." "But with this face..." My mother looked at my sharp features with pity, her conscience aching. 'After all, this face hasn't fully developed yet...' If I had looked like this in my student days, I probably wouldn't have been addicted to games. I would definitely have confessed to every girl I liked. It's all because my fierce appearance scared away girls, forcing me to fill the void with games, which unexpectedly led me to discover my career path. If I had had this physique and looks since childhood, I should be a model now. Just as I was lost in thought, my father, who was driving silently, suddenly spoke up: "Zhenshuo, it's important to accumulate dating experience when you're young." It was unexpected for my usually taciturn father to speak up. "Although I'd like to, I'm focused on my career right now..." "Having experienced several relationships, you'll understand how to cherish your true love." "I'll remember that." My father's simple words always contained wisdom. Just as I was agreeing and looking out the window— "So, how many relationships did you have before you got married?" "A voice came from the passenger seat, a question about my mother's death. My father, caught off guard, was clearly flustered: 'Only you...' 'You hesitated just now, didn't you?' 'I was focused on driving and didn't hear you...' 'It's a red light now.' The situation was completely out of control. I silently shrank into my seat to minimize my presence and avoid being caught in the crossfire. [User's parents have such a good relationship.] 'So they had me when they were so young.' While I was quietly talking to the system, the car arrived at the hotel. — 'We're here.' My father, forced to confess his past relationships, got out of the car looking haggard. 'I have to be careful too.' Fortunately, my parents had known each other for a long time, and my father only had two relationships. My mother, as his first love, barely accepted this number. 'You must be tired from the flight, go in and rest.' 'Okay.'" Watching my mother, her anger dissipated, walk arm-in-arm with my father into the hotel, I picked up my luggage and followed. We arrived at our pre-booked hotel room, and the unexpected spaciousness of the interior made me exclaim in admiration. From the outside, it looked like a very grand hotel, and once inside, the space was even more expansive than I had imagined. Three bedrooms and two bathrooms—it was so spacious it could almost be called a residence. Just as I was looking around— "Your room is over there. Put your luggage down and come out," my father said, pointing to the door furthest from the master bedroom. I went into the room and quickly unloaded my luggage. Since I wasn't planning on staying long and hadn't brought many things, I finished unpacking quickly. "What's next?" "Let's eat first." "Huh? Eating so soon?" "Airplane food definitely won't suit your taste; we need to make you a decent meal." "That's true." Although the flight attendants were very attentive and made sure the food wasn't bad, I remained silent—I really didn't want to hear them bombard me with questions like, "Why aren't you dating anyone yet?" Downstairs at the cafeteria, as we quietly chose our food, my mother suddenly spoke up: "By the way, Jinseok." "Hmm?" "I told you to come see me last time, why didn't you come?" "Uh..." "I waited for so long and you didn't show up, Mom was very sad." Having prepared myself, I put down my cutlery and pulled out my prepared excuse: "I've been too busy dealing with all sorts of things since I was discharged from the military." "But you should at least have contacted me." "There was a new gaming device coming out at the time, so it took longer than expected..." "You shouldn't have..." "I'm sorry, I'll keep in touch more often from now on. I even came all the way to America to be with you guys." Hearing my explanation that I'd even taken a break from school to come to the US for business, my mother looked understanding. "Thank goodness." Lying to my battle-hardened mercenary parents required a mix of truth and falsehood. Thankfully, Company N had indeed released a popular virtual reality game, making the excuse plausible. I secretly bowed in the direction of Company N—if I had told the truth, that I'd been indulging in women after gaining superpowers, there would probably be chaos by now. Just as I was secretly congratulating myself on getting away with it, my mother casually added, "If you hadn't come this time, we were planning to kidnap you from Korea." This made me genuinely glad I'd come to the US voluntarily. "I almost did it." If my parents had suddenly arrived and caught me fooling around with a woman… I could have lied and said it was a romantic relationship, but I had no confidence in fooling my shrewd parents; just thinking about it gave me goosebumps. "We have something urgent to attend to; you should rest at the hotel." "After lunch, when my parents were getting ready to go out, I asked if I could go out too, since I wanted to go for a walk. 'Hmm... you can go if you take this.' 'What is this?' 'A phone with GPS tracking, just in case.' 'Hey, you're not a child anymore.' 'You're unfamiliar with America...' 'Okay...'"After watching my parents leave, I examined the phone my mother had given me: "System, can this thing be tampered with?" [What function do you want?] "Can it temporarily interfere with location tracking?" [It can, but is the user familiar with the local roads?] "Not really, I haven't been here since I was a kid..." [Then how do you plan to get back?] "What are you worried about? I'm here." Anyway, with the system navigation, it's impossible to get lost. I can just pull up the panoramic map and wander around. [She's starting to boss me around again...] "Is this your first time in America too?" [Even so...] "Since we're here, let's explore together." "[Understood.] After successfully persuading the system, I set the interface to only show the surrounding map to myself and walked out of the hotel with a triumphant air. c1hQbkVZV1ZObkNXNEI4WjRFQ0lwTHpBNFlrOGszakFmZmtsbjNyeHZDTDlMcEdtdzByeVJRcHhuMkdTdWdpaA —— When Li Zhenshuo's parents returned to work at PMC, he also began to wander around alone. In a bar in Washington, D.C., several men with gloomy demeanors were plotting. "That guy's bastard child is here?" "Yes, our people have confirmed it." "That adulterous couple's offspring dared to..." "What should we do?" "Hold back for now, the bigger plan is more important. Revenge can be postponed." "Understood. So, continue surveillance?" "No, cancel the operation. That couple couldn't possibly leave their child alone without any defenses." "Yes, sir." After everyone dispersed, the man with half his face covered in burn scars muttered to himself, "After this is done... I'll deal with you all slowly..." EP0457 As I walked out of the hotel and surveyed my surroundings, I immediately noticed six people following me. 'Six in total?' [Correct.] Since acquiring the 'demigod's body,' my senses have become exceptionally sharp—I can detect most of the movements around me even without visual confirmation. Although I had deactivated this ability in Korea due to information overload, in the perilous United States, the moment I reactivated it, I immediately noticed something amiss. 'They're probably bodyguards arranged by my parents.' I have no enemies in America, so these followers must be a bodyguard team sent by my parents who are worried about my safety. They deliberately kept their distance to avoid making me uncomfortable, and this thoughtfulness actually made me smile. After all, my parents don't know my true strength yet, so this arrangement is understandable. As long as they don't get too close, they won't bother me. "What a long-lost awkward experience." "I used to come to the US every year or two, but this is my first visit since becoming a high school student. Besides, Washington D.C. has a completely different atmosphere from Korea—the rich smell of grease wafting from restaurants, the aroma of American spices, and the distinctive body odor of Americans as you pass by. 'How about trying a burger?' Following the aroma wafting from the handmade burger joint next door, I pushed open the door and went in. ---- Just as Lee Jin-seok was ignoring the guards patrolling the surroundings, his parents were stepping into the president's office at PMC Corporation. 'You came specifically to see us?' 'We've been waiting for you.' His mother, Park Ha-eun, sat down on the sofa familiarly and asked directly, while his taciturn father, Lee Jong-wook, simply stood aside—the couple always had a clear division of labor. 'What brings you here?' 'We have a specific request for you.' 'We just finished our last ship escort mission less than a week ago?'" Park Ha-eun raised an eyebrow. The unspoken rule in the mercenary world is to rest for at least a month between missions, only taking on consecutive jobs when urgently needing money. "We should have politely declined..." President Will Crom rubbed his bald head with his dark hand, "but this is a special request from Ron Gattle, the head of the major shareholder, Keitel Military Industries." He handed over an encrypted letter. The couple, unfolding the letter, simultaneously widened their eyes—it was a threatening letter, claiming revenge for the blood debt inflicted on their granddaughter's arms dealing. "You're bothering us for something like this?" Park Ha-eun sneered. Given Keitel's size, such a threat should have been insignificant. "You know that old man's personality," the two-meter-tall giant shrugged, "He cherishes his only granddaughter's safety and specifically requested the most elite of you." "It's common for arms dealers to have many enemies, but a threat that could alarm Keitel is truly rare. More importantly—this Asian couple had pulled off miracles amidst gunfire: Lee Jong-wook's meticulous tactics minimized casualties, and Park Ha-eun's almost precognitive sense of danger always helped them avoid fatal situations. Krom knew their value better than anyone. It was this couple who had pulled him out of a pile of corpses years ago, and this life-saving grace made him willing to pay a hefty sum to recruit them. "I didn't want to refuse..." Park Ha-eun suddenly sighed, "but our son rarely comes to America to reunite with us." "Ah... your only son?" Krom suddenly realized, "No wonder he's on a long vacation." "This is bad..." Faced with a request from a shareholder holding shares in their company, Crom initially wanted to accept the specific request, but Park Ha-eun's firm refusal left him feeling quite troubled. He couldn't help but glance at Lee Jong-wook sitting next to him, noticing that the other seemed to share the same thought, but remained silent. 'Those threats must have happened more than once...' To be honest, Crom didn't quite understand why Kate Military Industries had specifically requested those two individuals. As a large military industry, making many enemies was commonplace, and they should have received countless threatening letters long ago, but this one was particularly sensitive. The client, Ron, only mentioned needing protection, but Crom believed it must contain important information. "In that case, I'll reply that I can't take the case and then introduce other alternatives." "Thank you so much for this arrangement." "We'll take our leave now." After the conversation ended, Lee Jong-wook, who had remained silent throughout, was the first to stand up from his seat. "Oh dear, are you worried about Jin-seok because you're like this?" "Although we have guards, I still can't help but worry." "The child is no longer a little kid; he can take care of himself." "Hmm…" Park Ha-eun smiled as she pointed out her husband's thoughts. Lee Jong-wook nodded slightly, but his departing figure showed no hesitation. "Ha…" Watching the two leave, Krom sighed, realizing he still needed to find other guards. Mercenaries who could execute guard duties as perfectly as that pair were rare; a team of at least ten would be needed to reach the same level. 'After all, I personally recruited them, so I can't really say anything…' But he couldn't force the two to take the job—not only because of their exceptional skills, but also because he still owed them a debt of gratitude for saving his life on the battlefield. Now that their value had skyrocketed, material rewards were meaningless. He had thought they would retire after starting families, but they refused, saying they were still "still able to fight." This debt of life and death made it impossible for Krom to be forceful. 'I'll just send a notification saying they can't take the job…' Although it was a specific commission, Immortal PMC had a wealth of skilled men. While considering other candidates, Krom dialed the client, Ron's, number. After leaving PMC and getting into the car, Park Ha-eun watched her husband hurriedly drive off and chuckled softly, "So you've turned down this job, right?" "I hope so." To be honest, they really wanted to take on the commission from Immortal PMC shareholder Ron, and the couple, knowing the preciousness of family, were originally inclined to accept. But not this time—the time spent with their son, Lee Jin-seok, was more important right now. Since their son grew up, they had rarely been able to spend time with him due to overseas missions, and even during their claimed hiatus, they were always busy until retirement, rarely seeing each other more than a few times. "Precious time shouldn't be wasted." "Besides, this place is too dangerous." In their mercenary career, they mostly took on escort missions and made fewer enemies, but it was hard to guarantee that some commissions wouldn't indirectly create enmity. Leaving their son, who had no ability to protect himself, alone in danger was truly unsettling. "Actually, we could just go back to Korea." "But I want him to see this place." "If we met in safe South Korea, there wouldn't be so much to worry about. Bringing our son here was definitely a selfish decision by the parents. We haven't taken him on any overseas trips since high school. Even though it's the Seoul metropolitan area and we have two people protecting him, we thought there wouldn't be any problems." "Jinseok should be heading back to the hotel soon." "You got a message?" "Yeah, he said he's on his way back safely." "That's good." Hearing that his son was on his way back, Lee Jong-wook pressed the accelerator slightly. — The third day spent with family in the United States. I was mainly busy sightseeing since I rarely go abroad. Washington, D.C. was full of new things that excited me. After being cooped up at home for so long, suddenly gaining power made me tired of indulging in lust, so this kind of daily life felt precious. "Mom, where are we going today?" "Where do you want to go?" "I'm not familiar with this place, anything is fine." Although the area was safe, I didn't dare to go far just in case. Just as I was hesitating about choosing a nearby attraction— "Kathy!" Suddenly, someone called out "Mother" in English from afar, and a strange foreigner rushed over in a panic. His anxious expression made it clear to anyone that something serious had happened. "What's going on..."Watching this scene, I couldn't help but wonder what could have made my parents so anxious. In EP0458, when the mercenaries from the PMC Group rushed over, my mother asked what had happened. "What's going on?" My mother, who always used elegant language in front of me, changed her tone when interacting with the mercenaries. My father, whose time with his family had been interrupted, frowned slightly—for the mercenaries to rush over in such a panic, the situation must be urgent. "Chairman Lang has personally come to our PMC headquarters and is waiting for you two." "That old man?" "Yes, Krom has already explained that you two are on leave and unable to take on the case, but he is still insisting on an immediate meeting." Hearing that the chairman of a famous American military-industrial company had personally come to pester them, my parents' faces simultaneously darkened. "Could he be getting senile? What exactly is he trying to do?" "I don't know the specifics either. Krom is trying to persuade him, but to no avail." "Ah... I understand. Please wait a moment." "I'm so sorry to disturb your reunion with the young master. They're threatening to withdraw their investment if you two don't come. Headquarters is in complete chaos..." Logically, I shouldn't understand this mercenary's English report at all, but this time it's different—[High Emergency Situation Detected] My system is smoothly translating in real time. 'It seems a major change has occurred...' [Should I investigate?] 'Yes, please investigate.' If it were before I gained this ability, I could only stand by helplessly, but now it's completely different. According to the system, I can now survive even a direct hit from a nuclear bomb. With such a body, I can crush the enemy at any time if my parents are in danger. Moreover, no matter what happens, I can solve everything with the help of shop items and system support. 'This power is indeed convenient.' In the past, I could only worry helplessly, but now I can take the initiative, which is reassuring. A sense of accomplishment welled up within me, a feeling of finally being able to repay the debt of gratitude I owed them—of course, this power had to be used secretly, as secrecy was essential. After a brief conversation, my mother reluctantly said she had to return immediately. "Son, I'm sorry, Mom and Dad have some things to take care of." "It's alright, you go ahead." "Our Zhenshuo has really grown up, thank you for understanding." "We'll be back soon." Watching my parents' figures disappear into the distance with the mercenaries, I checked with the system: 'What intelligence have you found?' [Analyzing current intelligence, please wait.] 'Okay.' With nothing to do while waiting, I decided to wait for the system's feedback at the hotel. — After processing the data, the system began to report: [The chairman of the military-industrial enterprise Langshi Group is causing trouble at your father and mother's company.] 'I just heard about this.' [According to intelligence, two days before the user arrived here, the military-industrial enterprise received a threatening letter.] 'What was it?' [It claimed that it wanted to avenge an old grudge and would target their granddaughter.] 'Scumbag behavior.' 'They could have sought revenge directly, yet they targeted innocent bystanders. Even in games, for strategic purposes, I never harm the relatives of my enemies—such behavior is utterly despicable.' 'But as chairman, dealing with this kind of threat should be a piece of cake, right?' As a renowned American military conglomerate, resolving this intimidation should be effortless. In response to my question, the system added: [The problem lies in the location of the letter.] 'The exact location?' [It was placed directly on the desk in my granddaughter's residence.] 'This is serious…' [The chairman is known for his doting love for his granddaughter, and his security level has been significantly raised since this incident.] The residence of the heir to a military conglomerate should be impenetrable, yet someone managed to breach its defenses and deliver a letter. Considering the possibility of danger to his granddaughter, the other party's reaction is entirely understandable. 'But why specifically my parents?' While I understand the chairman's anxiety, his insistence on my parents' involvement remains perplexing. I had heard of my parents' illustrious reputation in the mercenary world when I was young, but ultimately, they are still human beings. Even humans who haven't broken through their limits are only marginally stronger with weapons, so why be fixated on them? [Because your father and mother are top-tier experts in their respective fields.] 'To that extent?' [Yes. Your father is known for his meticulous planning, minimizing mission variables to ensure any assignment is completed with minimal damage.] 'And your mother?' [Your mother possesses amazing intuition, always able to sense and avoid crises in advance.] 'Hmm...''Although I never witnessed my father's planning abilities firsthand, his description of my mother made me subconsciously nod—he had tried to lie or feign illness many times during my childhood but never succeeded. 'That's definitely like my mother.' I remember my father suddenly becoming obsessed with fishing for a while, buying a lot of fishing gear despite my mother's advice. After receiving warnings, he secretly bought more, but my mother always found out as if he were possessed, and he eventually gave up. 'I also think it's really too much.' Although having a lot of money might not seem like much, my father was really going too far. Because he bought so many fishing rods, the storage room was overflowing. The house was large and the storage room was quite spacious, and the fishing rods were foldable and didn't take up much space, yet it was still crammed full. Even as a child, I thought it was outrageous, no wonder my mother was angry. 'That's it?' [Yes, therefore, we are currently in a state of emergency and are recruiting A-rank mercenaries in large numbers.] 'Do we still need my parents?' [Perhaps out of anxiety.] Moreover, the user's parents are quite famous in the field of protection, with a very good reputation. After listening to the system's explanation of the situation, I finally nodded in understanding. 'So my parents are even more powerful than I imagined.' I had only heard about them before and didn't really understand, but for the chairman of a famous military industrial enterprise to personally come to my door to act shamelessly, they must be quite extraordinary. Now that I understand the whole story, I should think about how to help my parents. Anyway, there are ready-made items in the shop, so buying them and using them to secretly protect someone shouldn't be difficult. Any item with a protective shield can prevent death. 'The problem is that we can't buy weapons.' The shop is great in every way, except for weapons that are used for direct killing. Especially overpowered armor and the like are also prohibited from sale—after all, selling these would make a high-difficulty fantasy game too easy and cause players to get bored. What if we could get weapons and equipment that greatly improve our attributes from the beginning? We could ignore strength and sweep through thousands of troops from the start. Level 1 could slaughter level 100 monsters, or if the heroine we fancy is a princess and we think the difficulty is too high, we could just destroy the country and seize it. That's why I can't buy cheat-level armor and weapons. 'It doesn't matter if I don't have them.' I don't need them anyway. My endurance, enough to withstand a nuclear bomb, plus a full-power burst, is enough to sink an island; I don't need those. What I need are simple items to protect my parents. Like accessories with defensive capabilities, which the shop happens to sell. Thinking of this, I immediately opened the shop and found a suitable item. 'This is it.' I chose a minimalist necklace called [Wishing Necklace]. [Wishing Necklace] - Automatically deploys a shield that blocks one attack from any attack - Easy to wear regardless of gender or age. Considering my father dislikes flashy accessories, this is perfect. Although it can only block one attack, it can defend against any attack. Although not tested, the system states that its shield can even withstand missiles. 'It's expensive, but worth it.' A small accessory costs 100,000 points, but for my family, it's not expensive at all. Saving a life is more important than anything else. Actually, there are even more powerful defensive items, but their abilities are not publicly available. "Should we just be honest?" He had considered using real-world cheat codes to arm them after revealing his abilities, but ultimately decided against it. Explaining the whole story would lead to his mother's questioning, and a lie would be exposed, resulting in a complete breach. Besides, this level of ability was sufficient to deal with humans. If something really happened, he could assist them from the shadows. "Continue investigating the sender's background." [Understood.] The most urgent task was to identify the sender. Being able to break through the ironclad security and infiltrate a residence without leaving a trace indicated that the sender was quite capable and needed to be investigated first. —While Chen Zhen was preparing alone, Lee Jong-wook and Park Eun-ha arrived at the company and went straight to Crom's office. "Why can't I get the person I specifically requested?!" "This... they're on vacation, there's really no way..." "Do you know how much money I invested! If this continues, I'll withdraw my investment immediately!!" Before they even reached the office, the old man's roar could be heard. His anger was so great that even the soundproofed Crom office couldn't block out the sound. -Kata, realizing the urgency of the situation, rushed in first, pushing open the door to find the roaring old man and Krom cowering in the giant's shadow. "Krom, what's going on?" "Actually..." "And what are you?!" Just as he was about to ask Krom what was going on, Chairman Lang vented his anger on the suddenly intruding Park Hae-eun—he was furious because his beloved granddaughter had been rejected while searching for elite mercenaries. While scolding his subordinates for barging in, the old man suddenly noticed the mercenary's appearance and froze. 'An Oriental?' Immortal PMC only has two mercenaries of Oriental descent. This husband-and-wife team is the most renowned duo in the escort service industry. Because of their dyed blond hair, he didn't recognize them at first, but after seeing their faces, he immediately realized that these were the mercenaries he had been dreaming of. "You're Cathy?" The previously furious Chairman Lang quickly regained his composure and asked her name. Since his negotiating partner was present, it was only natural to restrain his emotions and engage in a proper conversation. As the head of a military-industrial enterprise, his condescension to act like a rogue was simply a ploy to lure them into a trap. When another Asian man entered the office, Chairman Lang was completely certain—these two were indeed the top mercenaries he had long sought. In EP0459, Park Ha-eun entered the office and frowned as she faced Chairman Lang, answering, "I am Cathy, that's right. And who is that senile old man over there?" "Heh... Dare to call me senile? Married women really have no manners." "That old geezer who causes trouble at someone else's workplace is obviously not thinking straight." Although she made blatantly disrespectful remarks towards women, she didn't seem to care much. She'd heard such things a thousand times in her mercenary line of work. Seeing Park Ha-eun's reaction, Chairman Lang immediately spoke to the man beside her: "Is this John?" "..." Lee Jong-wook, operating as an American mercenary, stared blankly at Chairman Lang as soon as he entered. He had been enjoying a long-awaited, warm time with his family, but this man had ruined it all. All his plans for the day were ruined, and Lee Jong-wook was extremely displeased. "Heh... This couple's ways are practically identical." One spoke barbed and confrontational, while the other simply remained silent. Since becoming the chairman of a well-known American military-industrial company, Chairman Lang had never received such treatment. Although displeased, he didn't pursue the matter further. 'It's me who's in a hurry...' The PMC guys present didn't know that he was currently in a dire situation—a threatening letter had suddenly appeared on his beloved granddaughter's desk. Despite having fortified security against numerous enemies, his defenses had been breached. 'Everyone says this couple is quite capable.' The Eastern couple before him were renowned in the mercenary world, their protection services unparalleled. Chairman Lang, who always disregarded rumors and only recognized strength, had to admit the rumors were true after seeing them with his own eyes. 'A confident young man.' That proud gaze, never bowing to anyone, was something only successful people with absolute faith in their careers possessed. Just as he was congratulating himself on a high first impression— "The old man wants to see us?" "That's right, I personally requested your assistance." "You must have heard we refused." "Of course, that's why I came in person." "Knowing the reason, you still came?" Facing the military-industrial giant, Park Ha-eun remained unyielding. Even if the other party was powerful and wealthy beyond measure, there was no reason for him to submit. Their mercenary career had earned them countless life-saving favors from important figures, from political and business elites to top peers. At this moment, all they had to do was ask, and these resources could be turned into assistance. 'The old man who said he was on vacation but still came to our door...' In the eyes of mercenaries who lick blood from the edge of a knife, vacation was far more precious than for ordinary people—it was the only chance to breathe when their spirits were on the verge of collapse. Those who understood this industry would never violate this ironclad rule, and Chairman Lang knew perfectly well that he was making unreasonable demands. 'The negotiation will be difficult...' Even the most powerful military-industrial giant could not withstand a pack of wolves. The American industry was full of powerful players, and countless competitors were lurking in the shadows, eyeing them covetously. The longer you live, the more you understand the bitter consequences of making too many enemies; the grudges formed in your youth will eventually become karmic retribution for the rest of your life. 'If I have to die, I'll bear it all alone.' But karma never plays by the rules; the boomerang always bounces back in a more cruel way. Understanding this, Chairman Lang immediately judged that a forceful approach wouldn't work. "I'm sorry to disturb the family gathering, why don't we sit down and talk..." "Didn't I clearly refuse the commission?" "I really have my own unavoidable difficulties." "We're not the only ones with the ability." "But you are the most suitable candidates." "Ha..." Knowing it was impolite yet refusing to back down, Park Ha-eun sighed deeply. Turning to her husband, she found even the usually rational him frowning and showing impatience—if even he felt uncomfortable, how frustrated must she, with her more emotional nature, be? 'It was a rare opportunity to spend time with our son...''Lang, the chairman of Kate Military Industries, is notoriously stubborn; everyone who knows him is well aware of it. While everyone else was manufacturing cost-effective weapons, he was willing to suffer huge losses to develop another weapon, ultimately achieving success. Although he succeeded through his exceptional skills, he never gave up despite countless failures in his pursuit of his goals.' She knew very well that ordinary methods wouldn't work against that stubborn old man. She had already planned to spend a whole month with her son, but now she was being entangled by this old man, and she estimated that things would get quite troublesome. 'But she couldn't go anywhere else either.' Despite being extremely careful, long-term mercenary work inevitably made enemies. Since her child was with her, she couldn't go to an unsafe place, and leaving wouldn't be easy either. Each relocation required deploying people a month in advance to confirm the safety of the landing point. 'This is hopeless.' She thought she could finally spend some quality time with her son, but this sudden turn of events even made Park Ha-eun want to kill him. It was all this old man's fault; not only had he disrupted today's plans, but she didn't know how long she would be bothered here. Realizing that continuing would waste precious time with her child, Park Ha-eun finally spoke: "What's the engagement period?" Seeing the Iron Lady Park Ha-eun inquire about the engagement period, Chairman Lang immediately replied: "About a week." "Why a week?" "That's enough time for us to complete our full deployment." "Are we just being used as pawns to delay things?" "Don't you think this is more cost-effective? Of course, I'd love to extend it if you wanted." "No, a week is the limit." "So, you've accepted the engagement?" After discussing the period, Park Ha-eun turned to her husband, whose brow was furrowed, and asked: "Honey, what do you think?" "Hmm..." Lee Jong-wook, who had been listening attentively, was rapidly calculating in his mind. This strategist, known for his meticulous calculations, was working his brain to its fullest. 'A week-long security mission...' Security engagements are usually signed for at least six months when officially accepted. Given their value and popularity, this duration is necessary to break even. Although he didn't want their time with their child to be disturbed, since his wife was willing to take the job, he had to revise the plan. "Two days should be feasible." "Did you hear me? Just two days." "Okay, I'll come visit again then." "I'll let you know the specific time in advance." "Thank you very much for taking the job." "This is a favor. You should understand what it means for a mercenary to take a job during their vacation." "Of course, please feel free to call me anytime you need me, and I will do my best." "Then we'll take our leave." Chairman Lang, well aware of the preciousness of a mercenary's vacation, nodded in acknowledgment. Given the presence of the notary, Krom, the couple knew they couldn't break their promise and quickly left to visit their child who was alone. After the two left, Krom looked at Chairman Lang, who was still in his seat, and gently stroked his silver hair, which shimmered in the sunlight, and said, "Do you really understand what it means to owe them a favor?" "Of course... the military industry and the mercenary circle are closely related, how could I not know?" "Is it worth incurring such an urgent debt of gratitude?" "Very urgent. Someone silently infiltrated my granddaughter's bedroom and daily activity area." Countless people had benefited from their protection. And this couple was always adept at collecting reasonable compensation, always finding various ways to repay favors. "Then I'll take my leave first, I'm truly sorry for the sudden visit that put me in such a difficult position." "It's alright, consider this repaying the favor." "Heh..." This sentence also applied to Krom. — When Li Zhenshuo's parents were discussing the commission with Chairman Lang at PMC. "Ha... it still turned out like this." Li Zhenshuo, who had been observing the entire process through the system, sighed as he watched his parents accept the order. 'I wanted to leave as soon as possible.' "At this rate, we'll probably be stuck here longer than the expected week. I remember when my parents paused their mercenary work to come to Korea to be with me, someone asked my father to work through the night to develop a plan. That was the first time I saw my father in his work mode. The scene of him working for four whole days straight without leaving the house, buried in design, is still vivid in my mind. He maintained a high level of concentration almost all day, not even hearing what others were saying. I still vividly remember my mother's silent figure bringing him food. 'She, who always urges my father to eat quickly...' was able to support him wholeheartedly without saying a word. Years later, that image is still as clear as yesterday. 'So how can I help...' After a brief recollection of the past, I quickly came back to my senses and thought about how to help my parents. First of all, I knew nothing about the mercenary work my parents did. Because my parents wanted me to grow up quietly and safely, they had never thought about that kind of work. Once, I thought mercenary work was cool, and when it was mentioned unintentionally, I listened to a five-hour lecture, and then it was never mentioned again. In this state of cognitive blankness, struggling with how to help my parents, I could only think of one way." "There's nothing else I can do." Anyway, my experienced father devised the plan, and my mother would handle any shortcomings. It's unlikely I, with no knowledge of such matters, could personally help. So I decided to search the store for items that could maximize my protection. "In case of emergencies, I can use the system to monitor." I didn't intend to reveal my abilities; secretly guarding her would be troublesome if discovered. My father didn't know, but my mother's intuition was so strong it would frighten even ghosts; acting rashly would completely expose her. I might be able to devise a plan, but my mind isn't as sharp as my father's, so I gave up. I was lucky if I didn't cause trouble; I quietly searched the store for items to protect myself. EP0460 Later, my parents returned home with apologetic expressions, telling me they had accepted the request and apologizing to me. Although it was the first time my parents had shown me such expressions, I was a little taken aback, but I knew they had been following the situation closely. Complaining in this situation would make me an unfilial son. So I pretended to be nonchalant and said I understood because it was work. My mother seemed moved and hugged me tightly. E