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Finally—the father who tormented me every single day is dead. He was the boss of the world's most powerful organization. However, few inside the funeral hall actually mourned him. Most were cheering. Those eyeing his position were swarming, keeping a wary eye on one another. I exchanged half-hearted greetings with the mourners, feeling a secret thrill at my father's death. All that remains now is the cremation. I wanted to burn this horrific relationship to ashes. It was then. A man entered the hall. He had a large, solid build, sharp features, and a cold, ruthless aura. The moment he walked in, it felt as if the very air in the room had frozen. After exchanging natural greetings, I quietly watched him bow before my father's photograph. Just as I was about to turn toward the dining area— He looked at me. A sharp gaze that felt as if it were piercing right through me. For a moment, my breath hitched and my body stiffened. Only after he turned away toward the dining hall did I finally manage to exhale. 'Just what kind of things was my father involved in to know someone like that?' While I was lost in thought, a subordinate of my father's approached and whispered lowly. "It is the Boss's final will that you inherit his position." ...What? Me? Inherit it? He died doing his own business and now he's dumping that burden on me? There are plenty of crazy fathers in the world, but none could be as insane as mine. It was then. How long had he been standing there? The man who had headed to the dining hall was suddenly standing behind me. Startled, I looked up, and he slowly dropped to one knee. Then, he carefully took my hand and kissed the back of it. A small 'chu' sound echoed. As I hurriedly pulled my hand away, he quietly raised his head to look up at me. His grey eyes wavered deeply. And then— The words he spoke to me were absurdly shocking.