“You called the customer service center? You have the contact details of the chairman, right?”

Youngwoo was the only person in the world who had the hotline number of the S.A Group’s Chairman, Lim Cheolho. The presidents of the United States and China would be envious.

Toon questioned it in a bewildered manner and Youngwoo replied casually, “If I contact the upper management directly, they will know that Morpheus is involved in the accident and keep it quiet. I did this to make a fuss in moderation and to make it moderately public. They can’t say something else later.”

“Well done.”

At Youngwoo’s penthouse...

Toon was cooking meat over charcoal fire while Yura had made a wrap and fed it to Youngwoo. There were two pieces of meat lightly coated with oil and one piece of raw garlic. It was soybean paste, not ssamjang. [1] 

It was a wrap that perfectly suited Youngwoo’s taste.

“A moderate fuss? Moderately public?”

Toon placed the cooked pork belly on their plates and shrugged. It was a habit that he showed when he didn’t understand the meaning.

Youngwoo added an explanation, “I want to communicate with Morpheus in the future. Thus, I communicated it clearly through the customer center. Educate the system to be polite the next time it talks to me. I nailed it because I recognized this as a ‘new function.’”

A conversation with Morpheus—Morpheus was pretty grumpy, but it didn’t penalize Youngwoo. Rather, it was advant...