7 – 7. Slot (3)
“Why are you like this, Director?”
Secretary Kim Chaeyoon’s gentle voice echoed in my ears.
Why?
Are you in a state of shock because you can’t register in the slot?
Ah.
I shouldn’t be getting distracted by the chat window constantly.
If I lose focus for a moment, I might get hit by a reincarnation truck or something.
“No, it’s nothing. Come to think of it, there’s an event between us…”
“What? What are you talking about?”
As I blurred the end of my sentence, Kim Chaeyoon approached closely.
I understand it’s a gesture to listen.
But when a beauty like you suddenly approaches, it sends a shiver down my spine.
“…It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.”
I slightly stepped back and turned my head.
Come to think of it, I really am a guy with no particular thoughts.
Why am I even asking Kim Chaeyoon about this when I met Manager Kang at the bank, and the memory of being asleep suddenly came back to me.
Naturally, it’s because they are not important to Seo Woojin.
As for the likes of Director Park Youngwoo and Secretary Kim Chaeyoon, there was a certain level of ‘partial’ inheritance of memory about what kind of relationship it was, and what experiences were shared.
So, it was just a matter of skimming through the memories a bit.
An event with Kim Chaeyoon?
There was none at all.
Naturally, I did personally interview and hire her as my secretary.
That’s all.
I handled scheduling and business support (which was almost non-existent), and acted as a messenger for instructions.
In other words, there was absolutely no spectacular event like the one with Yoon Yiseo.
We never even had a drink together.
It seems like I just picked her based on a whim.
Or did I?
Was there another intention?
Memory can be searched, but feelings are something that cannot be searched, so I don’t know.
“Was there anyone who came to see me?”
I said something else just because there was nothing else to say.
The answer is obvious.
“No, there wasn’t, Chief.”
Of course not.
Morning meetings are for me as the chief, so it’s inevitable that the team leaders come to see me, but who would come to see me at any other time?
Do employees who like to play and eat exist in the world of third-generation chaebol heirs?
Even after thoroughly searching my memory, it seemed like Seo Woojin had never experienced a day of real work at the company.
Hmm.
Wait.
…Then what about Choi?
“I need to play more intensely.”
“??”
Look at those deer-like eyes.
It seemed like Kim Chaeyoon heard the sincerity that burst out of my mouth.
I said it really quietly. Sigh.
“It’s nothing. Focus on your work.”
After saying that as coolly as possible, I swiftly entered the office.
By the way,
To register in the slot, there seems to be a condition.
An event, huh?
Is there any specific criteria?
Up to what level can something be considered an event?
I had no idea.
And can only the women registered in the slot be entangled with?
Without registration, does nothing even start?
That’s also a question.
“Ah. I don’t know.”
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It’s ridiculous to know everything on the first day here.
Only experience.
If you enjoy the chaebol life here, you might as well know everything, including the slots.
First, I should prepare to leave with a lot of money.
Where should I put it, huh?
A flash of memory struck.
There was a safe in the study, right?
“The passcode is this.”
Matching the passcode and placing my thumb on the fingerprint recognition, the door opened with a click.
“Huh? What’s this?”
My mouth fell open as I looked inside the safe.
7 billion in the bag?
There was much more money packed inside the safe than that.
Is this guy insane?
Why would he leave this much money here?
“Ah.”
The thing about Seo Woojin’s memory.
It’s a bit annoying that I have to fumble around like I just found the safe, but thanks to that, I understand quickly.
“Escape?”
It was a reason so certain that it defied belief.
The ancestral home was a massive mansion straight out of a drama.
From the chairman of the Seohwa Group, my grandfather, down to immediate family members, everyone lived there, or so it seemed.
Externally, that is.
In reality, it was a place teeming with intense political rivalries, competition, schemes, and alliances that could rival the climax of a political drama.
Could someone as carefree as Seo Woojin survive there?
Sure, he had the advantage of being the eldest son, but apart from that, there was nothing else to commend him.
And I’m not the eldest son.
“The family situation seems quite complicated.”
The more I probed my memories, the more I realized that the family situation was not just complicated—it was a complete mess.
Is this how all conglomerates are?
Maybe it’s just part of the game setting?
Anyway, whether it was because of the in-game environment or not, the characters seemed oddly peculiar.
So, did the protagonist turn into a guy who wouldn’t seek revenge even if someone stole his woman?
If that’s the setting, there’s nothing more to say.
“Well, I won’t be living like that anyway.”
Damn the setting, I’ll live as I please!
To do that, though…
Burning tonight’s dinner is my first task.
First, I left my home office with my wallet.
Taking in the essence of Kim Chaeyoon’s smile, I happily left work early and headed towards My House.
Naturally, for my commute, I used a luxurious car with a chauffeur.
I thought it was a foreign car, but it turned out not to be.
Seeing the car brand, Seohwa Auto?
Hmm.
I guess being a conglomerate means you have to have at least one car company.
But if the chauffeur knows where my house is, then this can’t be considered running away, right?
Perhaps it’s more like leaving the nest?
“Wow.”
Arriving at my house, I admired the elegant environment.
Fortunately, it seems that Seo Woojin didn’t leave home without any thought.
After finding a home that matched his own class, it seemed that in his rush to leave, he had tucked away some money at the office safe in our family home.
By the way, this is amazing.
For a hastily obtained house, it’s no joke, right?
This luxurious penthouse apartment surpasses a regular office-tel, and I wondered if this is the feeling of luxury.
“Since I live alone, at least there won’t be anyone to meddle with my choices.”
That was a good point.
If I’m trying to enjoy the life of a conglomerate, wouldn’t it be worse if my dad and brothers nag me about it compared to my regular life?
Whether it was leaving home or being kicked out, it was an ambiguous situation. But regardless, being able to live alone, especially in such a good environment, was a blessing among blessings.
Moreover.
“I like the style of the clothes.”
It was similar to the styles I usually saw on online shopping websites.
If there was a difference between then and now, in the present life, I only put them in the cart because I didn’t have money, but now they are actually right in front of me?
And this.
They are not shabby clothes bought cheaply online.
All the clothes, shoes, and watches here are luxury brands purchased from department stores.
“Oh, right. This is what being a chaebol is like.”
Indeed, it was true that the protagonist was sent abroad.
I don’t know how long I will be in this game world, but it seemed like the best choice to prevent the protagonist from playing.
Although it may have nothing to do with the period in which the protagonist plays and the period in which I am possessed, if it’s something unknown, it’s best to defend against it as much as possible, isn’t it?
Please make only happy endings come true. Oh, God of the game that possessed me!
Am I the demon of the game?
Anyway.
It won’t be a bad ending, right?
For now, what should I wear?
“The clothes are well-made.”
I was satisfied.
Compared to the protagonist, Baek Sung-hoon, my appearance definitely fell short, but my physique was decent and my face wasn’t one that would easily lose to others.
“Hmm. I like this.”
Wearing a stylish shirt and navy blue cotton pants, he felt refreshingly different from when he wore a formal suit.
He did look somewhat sophisticated in a suit.
But the place he was heading to seemed a bit uncomfortable for a suit.
Does it matter?
No.
Somehow, it doesn’t feel right.
I opened my phone and started searching.
But where are you going?
Obviously, to the club.
Of course, even before getting entangled in this crazy game, I’ve been to the club a few times.
But what’s the point of going?
Just stood outside the stage with a beer in hand.
Honestly, anyone can go to a club.
Even if you’re not an insider, you can go to the club, but the results are definitely different.
If someone goes to the club to listen to EDM, get into the vibe, that’s understandable.
But it’s not that kind of feeling.
Everyone has a purpose.
It just doesn’t go as planned.
That’s why I’m going to make a mess of today.
There’s already Yooniseo in the slot.
Hmm.
I’m not sure about that, but
tonight, I’m going to pick up girls at the club!
Let’s go!
Me too!
Like an insider!!
Let’s have fun!!
“But who are you going with?”
I searched my memory.
Who are the friends of Seo Woojin?
A few names come to mind.
“Wow. They’re human trash.”
It’s probably better not to go with these guys.
Now I understand why Seo Woojin hasn’t been to the club with them.
A few other names come to mind, but they have nothing to do with this kind of scene at all.
Well then.
“Guess I’ll have to go alone in the end?”
I guess there’s no other choice.
I guess I’ve finished searching.
Should I go in soon?
# # #
“My heart is pounding.”
Club DidiNo.
It popped up as soon as I searched, supposedly the most popular club in Gangnam.
Was there really a club like this in Gangnam? No matter how much I think about it, it doesn’t exist.
A club that only exists in the game.
Funny how the name of the area remains the same, but everything else seems different.
If they copied it exactly as it is, it would obviously lead to disputes.
Ah.
But that’s not the important thing right now, is it?
Countless women are waiting for me, aren’t they?
“Well then, shall we go in and see?”