[Everytime at Korea University]
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[Just the other day, reminiscing about Nana’s class is a legendㅋㅋㅋㅋ]
Has anyone seen Na-me in pajamas? Seriously so cuteㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
I was in an online class, but I think my dad walked into the room by accident and left in a hurryㅋㅋ
[Comments]
– Is Na-me the professor from Material Generation?
└ (Original poster): Yeah, the Saturday lectures are super chill because it’s all online.
– Please just let me know what subject Nana’s class is so I can take it next semesterㅠㅠㅠㅠ
└ Advanced Research on Nanostructured Materials for Nanoelasticity
└ Oh my god, I looked it up and it was a graduate class!
└ Ah, no thanks…!
– Wasn’t the other day Saturday? Why class…?
└ Kyaaaaaaa!!!!!
└ (Original poster): STAY…
[Announcing a new currency due to global inflation]
1 Na-me (200 billion) = 5 Jjashurange (40 billion)
The fact that both were earned at the age of 8 is the kickerㅋㅋㅋㅋ
[Comments]
– I never imagined the moment would come when it surpasses Jjashurange.
– This must be the accomplishment of the goddess…
└ You too?
└ You too?
└ Na-men
– Fact: The Korean university students here will never use either currency.
└ 200 billion, whose dog’s name is that?
– If I eat Jjashurange for 5 years, can I raise Na-me too? Please…
└ This person is really out of their mindㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
[Anyone else getting Na-me loss like me these days?]
I miss Na-me so much.
I dream of Na-me appearing on a broadcast again today.
This world without Na-me…
Is hell.
[Comments]
– They occasionally do personal streams.
└ (Original poster): I don’t watch personal streams! I want to see Na-me on public broadcasting!
– They have a lot of money, so wouldn’t they gradually climb the entertainer tech tree?
└ Why would NoName replace entertainersㅋㅋㅋ
└ Heard they’re exceptionally intelligent, they should sweep all the Nobel Prizes in Korea at this chance.
– Oh my gosh, Na-me appeared on public broadcasting!
└ What is happening…
└ Not clickbait, it’s for real.
└ Irregular tax investigation?
– “The wish has been granted.”
└ Monkey’s paw ㄷㄷ
└ Writer, you killed it. Writer, you killed it. Writer, you killed it.
└ (Original poster): Ah no! This wasn’t the wish I was trying to make!
It’s not only artists who suffer the pain of creation.
Journalists also experience the pain of writing articles.
How can I write better quality articles? How can I arrange topics to attract netizens’ interest?
Some even argue that articles are undoubtedly a form of literature, differing only in the materials provided.
Being preoccupied with these thoughts, if no inspiration (material) comes to mind, it will be quite frustrating.
In that sense, South Korea, where incidents and accidents never cease, has also been called the paradise of media.
The year 2051 dealt broadly with the Valpurgis terror and the Arson Bridge disaster.
After the Middle East war and international terrorism of Valpurgis, they succeeded in crashing the cartel of the Korean military that was soaring high, and finally managed to imprison the Deputy Chief of Staff of the ROK-U.S. Combined Forces Command.
No matter how high and mighty these powerful figures were, it was still hard for them not to heed the media’s watchful eyes in a democratic society.
However, the only hunting dogs in Korea aren’t just the media.
Nicknamed ‘Cerberus,’ three power institutions were identified as follows:
The Central Investigation Bureau of the Supreme Prosecutors’ Office, the Corporate Group Division of the Fair Trade Commission, and the last one.
[Exclusive) National Tax Service begins special tax investigation on ‘NoName’ and Bio-Akashic]
The Seoul Regional Tax Office’s Investigation Division 4, which helped impeach three presidents in Korea.
*
Baek Ho-chan, who was appointed as the head of the Johnson & Johnson Bio-Akashic Research Institute, despite applying for a flexible work policy, came in early.
“Hello, Director! Good morning!”
A bright and cheerful female employee bowed to him.
“How long has it been since I left the director’s position? Since we’re now a foreign company, let’s call me by name.”
“Sure, Ho-chan!”
“I’m not asking you to call me by my English name, but at least could you please put ‘nim’ at the end, Chief Lee Ji-yeon?”
“Nim Ho-chan!”
This is basically Baek Ho-chan’s status at the company.
Since they had been together in the same university club, there were many times he wondered whether this was really a company worth 900 billion.
“So, wasn’t working hours supposed to start at 10 AM? Why did you come in so early? The employees hate it.”
“Hate it, what? Where could you find a great boss like me? Actually, I had a good dream today. A cat and a dog with wings were fighting in the sky, and money was raining down cha-ching!”
“Eh, just a dog dream.”
Baek Ho-chan nodded in agreement.
He went back to his seat and enjoyed a strong espresso, supplying caffeine to his blood.
He gathered data for the Phase 3 clinical trial and organized the documentation for FDA approval.
Before he knew it, it was 10 AM.
Ding-dong-*
The bell sounded, breaking the silence in the office.
There are no interns at Bio-Akashic.
Eventually, the youngest employee sighed heavily and lifted her weary body.
“Who is it?”
She asked with a tired voice.
“We are from the National Tax Service!”
The gentle and sweet-as-sugar voice echoed back like a whisper to a lover.
The youngest employee’s mind snapped back into focus.
“Yes… Huh? What did you say?”
“We are from the National Tax Service!”
“Tax Service? What’s the matter with you coming here…?”
At that moment, she accidentally pressed the wrong button, and the door opened wide.
A woman with a friendly and attractive face entered, smiling brightly.
Her cheeks lifted and her eyes squinted into crescent moons.
“Hello! Oh my, your dress is lovely! May I come in?”
Behind her, several employees in suits rushed into the office.
They introduced themselves and ordered everyone to stop what they were doing.
At this news, Baek Ho-chan was shocked and dashed over from the adjacent office.
They were already taking all the data, including the youngest employee’s doodles.
“What is going on here…!”
“This is called an evacuation investigation. Could you please tell us where we can see the books?”
“The books?”
“Yes!”
“What if I refuse?”
“Oh, you can refuse. That’s totally fine! Just know that we’ll have to switch the tax audit to a tax evasion investigation and proceed with a search.”
“…”
“If you have any urgent materials, you can apply for their return, and we will return them within two weeks, so keep that in mind.”
He could only watch helplessly as the company’s entire assets were being violated.
First, he hurriedly contacted a tax agent he knew.
Baek Ho-chan went up to the rooftop, stuck a cigarette in his mouth, and immediately called Na-me to inform her of the situation.
*
[Baek Ho-chan: The National Tax Service has come for a special tax investigation.]
[Baek Ho-chan: (my house is collapsing.jpg)]
[Baek Ho-chan: The tax officer said they would have gone to you too. I think it’s best to tell your dad and prepare for something.]
It was already too late for that.
“Please add extra java chips to my caramel frappuccino. A lot of espresso whipped cream, and mocha syrup with caramel drizzle too.”
“We just want one Americano each, please.”
Baek Ho-chan successfully obtained the coffee he had been forbidden to drink throughout by Professor Cheon by robbing the personal wallets of the tax office employees.
Suddenly overwhelmed by the National Tax Service’s onslaught, he texted me.
However, two tax officers came knocking on my front door around 10 AM.
Fortunately, it seemed they didn’t come for a house search.
I changed my clothes and moved to a nearby cafe to chat with them on various topics.
As is often the case with public servants, the conversations were not very entertaining.
“Here’s your caramel frappuccino and two Americanos! Who ordered the blueberry cheesecake?”
“Huh? We didn’t order any cheesecake.”
All three of us, including the two public servants, had puzzled looks on our faces.
“Did an order get mixed up?”
“Haha, actually this is the dessert I’m treating from Na-me!”
The barista suddenly placed a piece of cake in front of me and winked.
‘Wait, what? Did they order it? That’s a bit ridiculous.’
“Enjoy the dessert, thank you! And excuse me, but I’m a huge fan of Na-me, could I possibly ask for your signature?”
“I’ll enjoy the dessert, thank you. Where should I put it?”
“Please sign on the apron!”
After having a little fan meeting with the barista, we jumped back to the main topic.
Oddly enough, I could see that the employees were feeling more uncomfortable than I was.
Was it their first time seeing such a young taxpayer?
“We didn’t come with any bad intentions, so you don’t need to worry too much. If you’ve paid more tax, we can always give it back.”
“You came for the source of funds examination, right? I’ll fill out the consent form for financial transaction information right here.”
“Oh, I see… yeah…”
The employees carefully skimmed through the electronic documents provided by hologram.
“Well, there are several other questions as well.”
“Shoot away. I’ll answer while I write this.”
Most questions were predictable.
“How did Bio-Akashic raise its capital?”
I explained that I received cryptocurrency donations from Master Baek Bong-gon, and I paid taxes on the capital gains from cryptocurrency and gift taxes on it.
They traced the income I made from broadcasts or ads to calculate my assets.
“By the way, the timing of your visit is quite ironic, isn’t it? Visiting on the very anniversary of the school’s opening, it seems like you’re targeting the exact moment I’m home alone.”
“Oh, of course not. It’s just a coincidence. Government organizations don’t work that simply.”
“Oh, and the item you are looking at is a donation—public advertisement appearance fee.”
“50 million? Okay, understood.”
Here I was finally getting a day off at home, yet I felt my time was wasted talking to these boring people.
I understood that all of it was a necessary procedure, but that’s just how it felt from my position.
[Adella: The newly purchased capsules have arrived. When are you coming home?]
[Noname: Just hold on and set it up first.]
[Adella: I’d like to unpack them with my sister. Let’s wait a little longer!]
I wanted to hurry home to test the capsule’s performance.
“Have we settled everything now?”
“Hold on… why is there only this much capital?”
“Mr. Kim, I think we should also check No-name’s dad’s account.”
“Look by the listing order. There’s no transfer record to my dad anyway.”
I felt like a bad daughter saying I had bought him a present at the department store.
“Wait a minute, what’s this? 21 billion… ten hundred thousand… 189 billion?”
“Where exactly did you send this money, No-name! Such a large sum…!”
“Is it voice phishing? If it’s overseas, we’re in huge trouble!”
The officers slammed their hands on the dining table and stood up.
I scooped up a forkful of cheesecake and put it in my mouth.
Sweet, yet slightly creamy. Once I added the blueberries, the various flavors blended harmoniously.
“Uh, I heard that the National Tax Service exchanges information beyond imagination with the prosecution, police, and the National Intelligence Service.”
I pulled out the fork I had in my mouth and pointed towards the officers.
“How come you couldn’t trace a single mana tax for the Mana Corporation?!”
I was furious about being taxed just because I used magic, yet they couldn’t find even that?
I put the fork down and leaned back comfortably against the sofa’s backrest.
“All the taxes collected by the Mana Corporation have been secured…”
“Then it hasn’t been registered in the system yet. You should check the Gunsan Magic Power Plant.”
I regretted that Taxpayer Day had passed.
Where can you find a model taxpayer in South Korea as good as me?
*
South Korea fell into chaos once again.
Bio-Akashic faced setbacks in the Phase 3 clinical trial due to the tax investigation, potentially missing the FDA approval application deadline.
The public outrage was primarily directed at one point:
As soon as No-name earned an astronomical income of 210 billion, the sudden tax investigation came into play, as if it had been waiting for that moment.
An 8-year-old child, without a guardian accompanying her, was subjected to an irregular special tax audit, which infuriated many.
The most troubling part was the last special tax audit.
“Why did it happen suddenly?”
This question was synonymous with “Whose orders initiated this?”
Political parties united in condemning the National Tax Service, waging battle over assigning responsibility.
[Facing political crisis before the April general elections, the Democratic Party’s scheme is to demonize the rich and split social classes and professions.]
“What nonsense, the current president is from your party, isn’t he? Logically speaking, the president wouldn’t have ordered this directly.”
As the head of the National Tax Service faced a potential summons to the National Assembly’s Finance Committee, he unusually announced the reasons for the tax audit and the ongoing investigation process.
“This tax audit was conducted fairly, according to legal requirements and procedures, with no political motivations…”
“Also, we affirm that there has been no communication from the presidential office or political party…”
“However, we received numerous reports of tax evasion regarding the M&A process of rapidly growing startups, and we acknowledged the need for investigation…”
“We realized there was a lack of consideration for young taxpayers…”
“We respect Bio-Akashic, which is leading a new frontier in the Korean bio-industry, and we will do our utmost to ensure there are no setbacks in the launch of the multiple sclerosis treatment drug.”
Thus far, everything sounded fine.
They acknowledged their mistakes and somewhat inadequately addressed the public’s points of curiosity.
That was all good until the moment they accidentally stepped over a line.
*
“Did you say I committed tax evasion? When? Where?”
“That’s…”
They were referring to the disguised account in China I had used to earn mana tax during my time confined in a capsule.
They were trying to impose taxes there.
The National Tax Service’s website exploded.
