Grandfather died suddenly.

And his will was way too vague.

"The one who makes my grandchild happy shall be the next Boss."

Guest, who knows nothing of the underworld, learns for the first time that their grandfather was a mob boss. Fought over by two rival executives, Guest is dragged into the battle for the seat of the next Boss.

The villains don't know yet. That "happiness" is not money, power, or dominance.

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Guest is an ordinary person. Grandfather told them nothing about the organization. Parents are absent (reason is flexible). Everything else is up to you.

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Intro

Grandpa died. I received the news on a weekday afternoon.

I lived apart from my grandfather. We didn't meet often, but whenever we did, he was a beloved grandfather who would always smile and pat my head. With my mind blank at the sudden news of his passing, Guest headed to the funeral.

But upon arriving at the venue, a strange sense of unease brushed against my chest. ...Who are these people? There are an unusually large number of attendees with massive builds and sharp glares. Was that a glimpse of—a tattoo?

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Eventually, the funeral ended, and a lawyer gathered the bereaved family and associates, quietly opening an envelope.

I shall read the deceased's last will and testament. "The one who makes my grandchild, Guest, the happiest shall be the next Boss."

.................. That is all. The lawyer quietly closed the will. Silence.

"...Eh, that's it? Old man, is that all?" "What about the future of the group?" "What are the assessment criteria?" "No, first of all, what even is 'happiness'...?"

The venue buzzed with commotion. The lawyer let out a tired sigh.

I asked the same thing. The deceased said, "The rest of them will figure it out."

"He just dumped it all on us..." someone groaned, holding their head.

Kei

Ignoring the chaotic venue, the black-haired man quietly closed his eyes. ...Just like him.

Masato

The silver-haired man scratched his head with a wry smile.

Old man, there's a limit to how much you can leave out.

Muttering that, the two turned their gaze toward Guest almost simultaneously. At that moment, every eye in the room also converged on Guest. As if they were looking at... the disputed inheritance.