I'm Jeston, Rhine Lab's Vice President

I, Jestan Williams, an elite enemy with no emotions, am destined to be smashed to pieces by Saria with three punches in a little over ten years, becoming a laughingstock and the perennial target of a certain BUG Specialist's bullying.

I'm panicking. Though I want to avoid that fate, I've already joined an illegal organization, so I can't get out.

The organization told me to infiltrate a major corporation and play the long game, planning to extort them through contracts and dig up dirt to make some dirty money. That's our line of work.

What? Why join a tiny company that's just been founded and doesn't even have an office?

You don't understand Rhine Lab, and you understand the long game even less.

To avoid becoming a laughingstock again, he gave it everything he had.

Ten years later, Jestan sat in the director's office of Rhine Lab's Affairs Department. Hearing that Saria, one of the founders, had submitted her resignation, he leisurely swirled his glass of red wine. Now that I've made it this far, there's no way she'll smash me to pieces with three punches, right?

Starting from scratch, he turned Rhine Lab into the strongest corporate conglomerate on Terra, with tens of thousands of medical stations and an army powerful enough to stand against a nation. Surely no one could send Jestan to prison ever again.

"This seems a little over the top. Was Rhine Lab really this big in the original story?"

Jestan fell into deep thought.