Chapter 1 – Episode 1. Funeral
My name here is Jin Yong-tae (秦龍太). The original name was ■■■, but strangely, it doesn’t come out when you try to say it out loud. It’s been a week since the viewers’ bulletin board poured out praise to the drama writer. I possessed the body of a Japanese person I didn’t even know. Ah! To be precise, I am a third-generation Korean living in Japan, so I am Korean.
The original story is set in Korea, but I don’t know who possessed me in Japan and for what reason. Because of this, the possessed person was unable to utilize his strengths at all. Why is it that if you look at a novel, the possessed person knows the content of the original work and uses it to gain advantage, but both the game Megacorp’s Youngest Son and the drama’s Megacorp’s Youngest Son are both set in Korea, with Japan only passing by a few times.
I’m a fan of the original game, so I know a little bit about the Japanese setting, but I didn’t have any useful information.
The good news was that he was not possessed without any information about himself, but that information about Jin Yong-tae was planted in his head.
To explain briefly, he is 20 years old and graduated from high school two days ago. Because his family is not wealthy, he is not going to college, but is scheduled to start working at a local small business in three weeks.
As a single mother, he grew up without knowing who his father was. Fortunately, I had a deep sense of filial piety, so I grew up without going astray or getting into any trouble.
I don’t have a girlfriend.
His face is handsome, resembling his mother, Jin Mi-ja.
His specialty is martial arts, which he learned to overcome bullying because he was a Korean in Japan, and Johnson is a Westerner.
This was the setting of a guy named Jin Yong-tae. Now, these are all my settings.
At first, I tried to go back somehow, but like the possession novels I had read dozens of times, there was no way to go back. So now I was enjoying my two-week vacation by lying down and watching TV.
I was changing channels with the remote control, but I stopped because there was breaking news on the news channel. What’s going on?
-Saburo Taira, the third son of the chairman of the Taira Group, died in a car accident an hour ago.
On the TV screen, scenes of luxurious foreign cars and emergency vehicles were shown to be horribly destroyed. It’s more interesting than I thought, right? In this world, the Taira Group is Japan’s second largest megacorp, and it was unusual for the accident location of Taira Group’s chairman, Taira Danzo (平弾正)’s third son, to be revealed to the public in just one hour. Could this have been done by Minamoto, Taira’s rival megacorp?
“It has nothing to do with me.”
I muttered to myself and changed the channel. Tyrani Minamotoni was too far away from me. I had to adapt to a near-future setting that was close to cyberpunk, but I couldn’t waste time on a megacorp that had nothing to do with me. If I were possessed in Korea, it would be a different story.
“Hmm. Should I just go to Korea?”
Wouldn’t it be better to be in Korea, where game information is available, than in Japan? I thought about it for a while, but since the original work is a game, it was Korea where there was destruction everywhere, and gun fights were rampant to the extent of being bombarded with biochemical weapons and saying, “Go away from Harlem, America.” A monster also comes out of the lab. In short, it was Korea that became the modern world of magic. So in the game, Xingang Group, a Korean megacorp, took advantage of the chaos and took over Korea. The main character is Seol-seok, the youngest son of Xinjiang, and it was a story about overcoming numerous hardships to surpass his grandfather, the founder of Xinjiang.
Well, Japan isn’t without its problems, but maybe I’m afraid to go to Korea because I don’t know the details? Can I just stop by Korea for a while and bring back the items or technology I want? That would be nice too.
As I was changing the TV channels and wondering if there were any items I could get from the original that might be helpful to me, the door suddenly slammed open. Two muscular men in black suits, over 2 meters tall, were standing in front of the door. The man in the black suit came into my house with his shoes on and stood in front of me. What? Are you Yakuza?
“I don’t have time, so I’ll tell you quickly. “You have to go to the funeral now, so please wear these clothes.”
“W-what are you talking about? “Aren’t you guys at the wrong house?”
As I stuttered in embarrassment, the expressions of the men in suits turned sharp.
“Isn’t this Ryuta Hata? You’d better wash first. “Your mother is also at the funeral, so you should go quickly.”
Hata Ryuta is Jin Yong-tae’s simple Japanese name, Hata Ryuta. Even his few friends called him Hata-san or something like that. The men in suits forced me up and sent me to the bathroom. I suddenly turned on the water and started taking a shower.
Since you know my name, I don’t think you came to the wrong place… It looks like my mom is already there too.
Military experience allowed Korean men to shower quickly. I came out in three minutes, dried my hair roughly, and put on the suit provided by the suit men. It was a black suit and black tie, as expected from a funeral. That’s exactly how I knew.
“I’m all dressed. “But who passed away?”
“…”
“Ryuta Hata’s father has passed away.”
“Yes?”
The men in suits who suddenly revealed incredible information ignored me asking questions and grabbed me from both sides and came out of the house. That’s incredible power. It’s as if a remodeling procedure was performed. There was a luxury car standing in front of the house, and it seemed to be a luxury model from Tyra Automobiles as it had a mark that abstractly resembled a butterfly.
No way… It felt like something was being assembled in my head. Two men in black suits who underwent body modification surgery, a high-end Tyra car model, and even the news article I saw earlier…
Surely my dad isn’t the third son of a chaebol family?
I sat in the back seat, and men in suits sat next to me and one in the driver’s seat. Despite its size, the driving was smooth. Perhaps to get out of Tokyo, I headed east from Edogawa Ward, on the eastern outskirts of where I live.
The car was quiet while driving for about an hour. She didn’t say anything about touching her phone, so I contacted her mom on line, but there was no reply. Are you really at the funeral? Or were you kidnapped? Many questions continued to flood my mind.
The place we arrived at was a huge and spacious Japanese-style mansion. Before getting off, I checked the GPS and found that it was a quiet place in Chiba City, Chiba Prefecture. Strangely, I couldn’t see the mansion on the GPS, but it was clearly a large mansion that looked like something you’d see in a historical drama. There was a sign next to the door that said 忌中, meaning there was a funeral.
There were workers dressed in kimonos standing at the entrance, and when the men in suits got off, they opened the door without saying a word. I followed along and saw my mother standing there, wearing the black kimono she wears for funerals, amidst all the commotion. This is an outfit I sometimes saw in Japanese porn before I was possessed, but it’s refreshing to see it in person like this. I went to my mother’s side. Looking at her mother’s expression, she didn’t look very sad.
“Mom.”
“Yes, are you here?”
“What happened all of a sudden? My father passed away… “Who on earth is your father?”
Of course, it wasn’t something I hadn’t guessed before coming this far.
“Your father is Taira Saburo. “He is the third son of the Tyra group.”
It was like that too. So, do you want to pass on some inheritance? I had never seen my father in my life, and besides, I was possessed, so even when I heard that my father was dead, I was only interested in what would come next.
“Dare… “Where are you?”
Wow, I never thought I would see a line from a drama here. The corners of her eyes went up, and the slightly evil-looking beauty came up to her mother and shouted. This woman was also wearing a kimono, and although she wore a kimono that covered her body, her curves were clearly visible. It looks attractive for no reason.
“I didn’t want to come either. “The Tyra Group forced us into it.”
Even her mother did not give up and she fought back proudly. If I were to guess, this woman would be Taira Saburo’s wife, right? Where did she hear her name? She said it was Taira Yukiko (平結貴子).
“What? This person… “Where are the thousand and one years?”
Another typical drama line. I almost found popcorn without realizing it. Her mother still didn’t look fazed. My mom is surprisingly strong, isn’t she? On the other hand, Taira Yukiko seemed somewhat anxious, perhaps because her husband had died.
As our side became noisy, everyone’s eyes turned to us. I heard whispers and bad stories about me, such as being an illegitimate child or living in Japan. This body was just like her mother, so there wasn’t much of a change in her state of mind. I only had rosy thoughts about how much I would receive as an inheritance.
“Stop! “What’s the fuss?”
Taira Group CEO Taira Danzo, who appears to be in his mid-50s with flowing gray hair and is currently 82 years old, approached us while shouting. There are about ten attendants alone. That’s interesting.
“Father, these two lowly people…”
“Shut your mouth! This child is my blood. Surely he wouldn’t call my blood mean?”
After interrupting Taira Yukiko, Taira Danzo pointed at me and said. Taira Yukiko pursed her lips as she was stung by Taira Danzo’s words.
“You have not even produced children. Why do you make such a fuss when there are so many customers? Apologize to this hat!”
“S-sorry.”
Taira Yukiko bowed her head to her mother and apologized. Of course, biting her lip while lowering her head was not a sincere apology. And aren’t you shocked when you see me?
“S-You look like Saburo… “Oh, I’m sorry.”
The murmurs must have been heard by everyone around them. I unconsciously say that Taira Saburo’s wife looks like him, so I guess the late Taira Saburo is my father.
“Are you Saburo’s son?”
“He said so.”
“You say so? Haha!”
Taira Danzo laughs loudly at my somewhat provocative words. A cocky guy at first glance! I heard a voice saying, but let’s just ignore it.
“You being here means you have my blood flowing in your veins. “Our special forces even tested your DNA.”
When on earth was it inspected? There is no such thing as complete nonsense.
