All‑Master Who Regressed to Bronze - Chapter 97

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All Master Who Regressed to Bronze Episode 097

“It’s been a while since Father called for me. Well, is there some good news?”

After the sparring match with Shin Hyeok.

Inho, who had risen from his sickbed after focusing on treatment, visited the Pyeongchang-dong mansion upon Cheolho’s summons.

Though he had shown disgrace in his defeat to Shin Hyeok, Inho had shaken it off while recovering in his sickbed and was now caught up in a pleasant delusion.

‘Since my defeat has highlighted the need for my growth even more, Father might provide greater support. Perhaps he’ll even strip away what that arrogant bastard Shin-hyeok Choi has and give it to me.’

The thought that defeat was certainly painful, but precisely because of that, it could serve as a reason for additional investment in himself.

Furthermore, thinking that Cheolho might strip away what Shin Hyeok possessed and give it to him, he entered the mansion in good spirits and could see Cheolho sitting on the living room sofa like a king, waiting for him as always.

“Father, I’m here.”

“Ah, you’ve come? Now that you’re here, come sit down. I have something urgent to discuss.”

‘…As expected!’

At the words “something urgent to discuss,” Inho was secretly delighted, but he didn’t show it outwardly and quietly sat on the sofa next to Cheolho.

A shabby sofa compared to the one Cheolho sat on.

Every time he sat here, a device Cheolho used to indirectly display his power, Inho couldn’t help but feel intimidated.

Though he was called Yeom-wang outside and was the guild master of a guild worth tens of trillions, whenever he stood before Cheolho, he returned to his childhood.

To those days when he was scolded and compared to others daily by his tiger-like father.

Seeing Inho waiting for his words with such a disciplined appearance, Cheolho clicked his tongue inwardly.

‘Worse than my nephew who just turned twenty.’

Overlapping with his recent private meeting with Shin Hyeok made Inho’s appearance even more displeasing, but Cheolho didn’t forget the purpose of today’s meeting.

And knowing that Inho’s attitude would change once he heard what was to come, Cheolho set aside his dissatisfaction with Inho and brought up the main topic.

“You’re collecting Sinwha Guild stocks through Myeong-dong connections, aren’t you? How is it going?”

“Ah, Father. That’s—”

“Why? Did you think I wouldn’t know? Those Myeong-dong bastards are all debtors who’ve borrowed money from me and owe me debts. Did you really think they were your people just because they follow your orders?”

“…”

Seeing Inho fall silent at the light jab, irritation surged again, but Cheolho endured it.

“I’ll give you some stocks.”

“Father! Do you really mean that?”

“Ugh, you’re going to burst my eardrums, you fool!”

“I’m, I’m sorry. I was just so surprised that…”

“Tsk, of course it’s not free.”

“If it’s money, I have some—”

“Do you think I’d take pocket money from my own son? I don’t need such petty cash.”

“Then inheritance…?”

“What inheritance. I’m still healthy. There’s no inheritance until I die.”

“…Then how should I pay the price?”

Inho, who had jumped up from his seat at the mention of giving him stocks, was excited for only a moment.

At the words that it wasn’t money or inheritance, Inho’s face darkened.

He was afraid of what that greedy father might demand as payment.

But Cheolho’s following words were shocking.

“It’s a gift. I’ll handle all the taxes and necessary procedures myself. You just need to receive it.”

“…!!! By, by any chance, how much stock are we talking about…?”

“20%.”

“Gasp!”

A gift.

And a massive amount of 20% at that.

That was half of all the stocks Cheolho owned, so it was natural for Inho to be shocked.

Especially considering that what Inho had gradually collected over decades was just over 20%, it was an enormous amount, and just as Inho’s face turned red with excitement again.

“But there’s a condition.”

“Just tell me! I’ll accept any condition!”

“Really? Then try to hold your position well against that bastard Shin Hyeok for this year.”

“…Excuse me?”

“This is a bet. That bastard Shin Hyeok said he could drag you out of that position within half a year. If he really does that, I agreed to give him shares of Sinwha Guild.”

“…!!!”

Cheolho dropped a nuclear bomb with a calm face.

Inho’s face, which had been excited about completely getting Sinwha Guild into his hands just moments ago, turned pale.

Shin-hyeok Choi.

It was Shin Hyeok again.

His nephew.

Inho was furious that the nephew who had given him unforgivable humiliation just days ago was now coveting his Sinwha Guild as well.

“Father! How! How could you do this! Sinwha Guild is my company that I’ve built for decades!”

Furthermore, his resentment toward Cheolho, who had clearly created this situation, exploded.

Decades.

Even before he awakened as a Player, he had entered Sinwha Guild as an intern, honing his abilities, and after awakening, he officially joined the guild, quickly proving his abilities and earning his position.

It was no different even after becoming guild master.

He had grown Sinwha Guild without caring about getting dirty water splashed on him or dust covering him, all for the sake of Sinwha Guild.

To Inho, Sinwha Guild wasn’t just a company but like his own child.

It was natural for Inho to react this way when told that such a part of himself would be given to Shin Hyeok, who had humiliated and insulted him.

But at Inho’s intense reaction, Cheolho instead asked back with a cold face.

“Your company? Why is that your company, you fool?”

“What?”

“Not a single penny of your money went into establishing that company. All the salaries paid to the Players in the guild come from my money. You also receive hundreds of millions as guild master salary, right? That’s also my money. Lastly, the consumables, materials, equipment, training facilities, maintenance facilities, etc. needed for guild operations. All of these are also done with my money. Now, let me ask again. Is Sinwha Guild really your company?”

“…”

A cutting remark.

It was a scene that perfectly fit those words.

Inho, who had exploded with anger and resentment, fell quiet, but Cheolho didn’t stop there.

“And I acknowledge that your effort and talent were important in reaching that position. But so what? I could have found talent like yours if I wanted to. But the reason you could become Yeom-wang? That’s simply because you’re my son, that one reason alone. I couldn’t invest hundreds of billions in someone who shares no blood with me!”

“Fa, Father.”

“Shut up, you pathetic fool. Your nephew agrees with my words and even adds additional conditions, but you’re blinded by something that isn’t even yours and can’t see an inch ahead. Tsk tsk tsk.”

“…I’m sorry.”

“So will you take the bet or not? If you won’t, I’ll just consider that bastard Shin Hyeok won and transfer the stocks.”

“No, no! I’ll, I’ll do it!”

The sharp words that Inho becoming Yeom-wang was only possible because he was his son.

Added to that, at the words that he would automatically gift the stocks to Shin Hyeok if he didn’t participate in the bet, Inho was horrified and accepted the wager.

Well, actually, there wasn’t much for Inho to do in this bet.

Until Shin Hyeok challenged Inho, that is.

However, Inho felt an eerie sensation as if a tiger was chasing him from behind.

No, as if a monster was pursuing him.

A bone-chilling feeling.

Feeling cold sweat trickling down his back, Inho desperately grabbed Cheolho’s hand.

“Father, then please get me some items from that bastard Shin Hyeok’s workshop or alchemy workshop. You can do it, Father. Right?”

“Why should I get that for you? This is a competition between you and Shin Hyeok. If you really need it, get it yourself.”

“Ugh…”

He had tried to obtain items produced in Shin Hyeok’s Sinwha Workshop and alchemy workshop with Cheolho’s help, but Cheolho refused with an indifferent face.

Eventually, when even his trusted last resort crumbled, Inho left the Pyeongchang-dong mansion with a dazed expression.

Watching Inho leave without even saying goodbye, Cheolho shook his head.

“That bastard is finished too.”

He had invested because he was his son and had talent.

Until now, he had brought profits exceeding the investment, but now it seemed to be the end.

Thinking this, Cheolho tapped the mahogany table with his fingertips and fell into thought.

“Just as the rear waters of the Yangtze River push out the lower waters, it’s about time for a new face to appear.”

Iwhang Samjeo Owang.

Though they were called the Heavenly Realm, they had been at it for far too long.

It wouldn’t be strange for new rising stars to appear and threaten them soon.

And Cheolho roughly knew who those rising stars were.

No, at least one of those rising stars was certain.

“Secretary Hong. Prepare an investment plan for the All Mighty Guild.”

“Yes, Chairman.”

Shin-hyeok Choi.

His own grandson.

Just as he had invested in Inho in the past to make him Yeom-wang of the Heavenly Realm, this time he planned to do the same with Shin Hyeok, and Cheolho let out a chuckle.

* * *

Bang!

The door of the luxury sedan slammed shut as if it were breaking.

No, it actually did break.

The bulletproof window cracked like a spider web from the impact, and the door that took the full force was half-destroyed and hanging in tatters.

The secretary and driver who had been waiting froze at the monstrous physical ability befitting someone at the pinnacle of the Player industry, but Inho paid no attention to their reactions.

Just as no master reacts to the moods and feelings of the slaves who serve them, Inho didn’t even see them as people.

“Drive to Matap.”

“Yes.”

Inho was both the guild master of Sinwha Guild and operated various small and medium-sized business enterprises.

These were companies that produced and gathered goods and materials related to the Player industry, and there was a mountain of things requiring Inho’s approval, but the secretary didn’t say a word and immediately gestured to the driver.

Vrooooom!

The sight of a luxury sedan driving down the road with a tattered door hanging from it was bizarre beyond description, but Inho in the back seat didn’t care at all.

“…I need to absorb it faster, even just a little faster. Only then, only then can I protect what’s mine.”

The luxury sedan carrying Inho, who was trembling his legs like a drug addict, biting his well-groomed nails, and muttering to himself with bloodshot eyes, headed relentlessly toward the Korean Branch of Matap.

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