I’m the Only One With Two Towers - Chapter 151

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Only I Have Two Towers Episode 151

National Intangible Cultural Heritage

The place we arrived at following Jinhyeok was not a regular passenger terminal.

A private terminal prepared for private jet passengers.

It was even the area where the most expensive private jets among them were parked.

Why did we suddenly come here?

I stared at the airplane parked before my eyes.

Tsubasa knows this airplane.

Palace in the Sky.

It’s an ultra-luxurious airplane worth 500 billion won, nicknamed for its incredibly splendid interior.

After the Awakening Era, various Tower equipment and options were attached, creating private jets worth over 10 trillion won, but before that, it was a model that only the Qatar Royal Family could use.

“Don’t tell me this is…?”

Tsubasa, who thought of a certain possibility, pointed back and forth between Jinhyeok and the private jet.

“It’s mine.”

The most absurd and unrealistic answer I’ve heard recently.

Tsubasa, who remained in that state for a moment, let out a quiet sigh.

“Mr. Yoo Jin-hyeok. You’re a Runner, right?”

Jinhyeok nodded with a smile.

Another moment of silence flowed.

“You never intended to hide it from the beginning.”

If he had wanted to hide it somehow, he wouldn’t have brought me to the private jet terminal.

Such an absurdly expensive private jet in his early twenties.

Anyone would have no choice but to be suspicious.

“If you were going to admit it this easily, why did you say no at first?”

“There was no trust back then. Now there’s a little.”

Jinhyeok showed a very small gap between his thumb and index finger.

Tsubasa burst into laughter.

“Is this repayment for telling you about Sugihara? You’re quite generous.”

“I don’t want it to be known everywhere that I’m a Runner. Someone might like the spotlight and attention pouring in, but I don’t. I also hate having restrictions on my actions.”

“Then why do you readily admit it? The trust between you and me is probably at a very small level, like you just showed with your fingers.”

“I don’t like it being known, but there’s nothing that shouldn’t be known either. I don’t intend to desperately hide it while getting headaches.”

“You must have seen it since they hit the news so much. Players who died after getting involved in terrible situations by carelessly revealing their identities.”

Tsubasa was right.

What pours in when identity is revealed won’t just be simple interest or spotlight.

There will definitely be people who think ‘if I can’t make it mine, I’d rather destroy it.’

Jinhyeok wasn’t unaware of this, which is why he hid his identity more diligently than anyone else in the beginning.

But not anymore.

“Do you think they could do something?”

“What? What do you mean…?”

“They won’t be able to do anything. Even if someone finds out I’m a Runner. Even if that someone has bad intentions.”

A confident smile appeared on Jinhyeok’s face.

Meanwhile, surprise instead of a smile appeared on Tsubasa’s face.

The man before her was convinced without a single waver.

That whoever comes, there won’t be even the slightest damage to him.

Rather, the ones who would get destroyed would be them.

And judging from the composure and coldness of Jinhyeok that she had seen so far, this wouldn’t be baseless confidence.

It would be correct with very high probability.

His judgment.

‘Just how strong is he.’

Dry saliva was swallowed.

In fact, there were no significant traces of battle left at the main base of the Kobe Yamaguchi-gumi.

More precisely, there were no traces of fighting back and forth.

It was a one-sided massacre.

The scene where Chairman Hosaka died was the same.

Security Manager Woo Ryu.

He was strong even before awakening, and after the Tower appeared, he gained fame by breaking through to the 70th floor in one go.

Even with such Woo Ryu present, the scene was clean.

This was also proof that it was a one-sided battle.

It also meant that Jinhyeok before her was a strong person that even Woo Ryu couldn’t dare to reach.

“As I mentioned earlier, I’m someone who knows the value of secrets better than anyone. I won’t go around blabbing about the fact that Mr. Yoo Jin-hyeok is a Runner.”

Much less would I use that truth as leverage to threaten this monster.

“I trust you. That’s why I told you. Well then, shall we board?”

I boarded the private jet with Jinhyeok.

Regardless of the current situation, I couldn’t help but gape.

Although she had met with those called tycoons several times, this was her first time seeing such splendid and luxurious facilities.

“Welcome aboard Palace in the Sky. It’s nice to meet you. Mr. Yoo Jin-hyeok, our VVIP customer.”

The flight attendants who were waiting on the airplane bowed to Jinhyeok.

Today, instead of having his friends manifest, he specially requested cabin service.

Tsubasa, who was standing beside him, had no choice but to gasp again.

Not only Palace in the Sky but also Black Wings, a private jet specialized management company.

It’s a place that only serves world-class tycoons as customers and provides the best security and service.

‘I heard the annual membership maintenance fee alone exceeds 10 billion won.’

She glanced at Jinhyeok’s profile.

No matter how much he’s a Runner receiving national-level support, the private jet and membership were far too excessive.

It means it’s not just the nation.

There are forces supporting him both materially and spiritually.

“It’s an honor to serve you again.”

The captain standing nearby also offered greetings.

“Where shall we take you today? Our Black Wings can land anywhere, so please feel free to tell us.”

“Please take us to Kansai Airport.”

“Understood. We’ll transport you safely today as well.”

The captain returned, and the flight attendants who returned to their positions became busy.

A short flight time of just over 2 hours.

It was to provide service befitting a VVIP within that time.

Thud.

Sato Tsubasa, who sat down, let out a quiet sigh.

A series of events beyond common sense.

At this point, she had no choice but to honestly admit.

That the range of common sense she possessed was at the level of a well.

She turned her gaze to the window of the airplane that was slowly starting to move.

Thinking hard wouldn’t make it possible to predict anything.

Therefore, she decided to entrust herself for now.

To the great flow that is Runner Yoo Jin-hyeok.

The National Intangible Cultural Heritage Management Site located at the edge of Osaka.

Bewilderment appeared on the faces of the personnel blocking the way.

One of the personnel urgently made a phone call somewhere.

“Yes, yes. That’s right. I’m telling you it is.”

He glanced at the entrance to confirm once more.

“I’m certain. It’s that Innovation Party member Sato Tsubasa. Yes. Understood. I’ll be waiting.”

The man who hung up the phone let out a sigh.

What a bolt from the blue in broad daylight.

I hadn’t received any official documents, yet suddenly a prominent Innovation Party member’s visit.

“Oh my! Who might this be!”

Before long, the site manager came running in a hurry.

A crooked tie, disheveled hair, and even his shirt tail not properly tucked in.

He must have come out in quite a rush.

“I’m Yoshida Otsu, manager of the National Intangible Cultural Heritage Management Site! It’s an honor to meet you! Congressman Sato Tsubasa!”

A spirited greeting was offered.

“Yes, nice to meet you.”

Meanwhile, Tsubasa received the greeting rather indifferently.

“There was no need for the manager to come out personally. I just asked to be let in. This isn’t some national classified facility, is it?”

“Haha, classified? It’s just under government management, but it’s quite far from anything like that.”

That’s what was puzzling.

Despite its impressive name, the fact that this place was an exile island was an open secret.

A place no one cared about, a place where there was absolutely nothing good about caring.

Tsubasa couldn’t be unaware of this, yet a surprise visit.

But why?

“I’d like to look around a bit. Is that okay?”

“Yes, yes. Of course. However, according to procedure, may I ask the reason for your visit?”

Tsubasa pointed at Jinhyeok.

“He’s an acquaintance from Korea who’s very interested in cultural heritage.”

“There won’t be much to see if you go in.”

“I know. You think I came here without knowing that? My acquaintance really wanted to see it, so I’m just showing him.”

“I understand.”

The manager, who had been thinking for a moment, gave a signal to his staff.

Though it was cautious since this place was under Kamin Party management, nothing could go wrong.

There really was nothing here.

The entrance began to open with the sound of old metal.

“Thank you.”

“Not at all. Please take your time looking around.”

Jinhyeok, who had followed Tsubasa inside, looked around.

Weeds growing haphazardly and rusted facilities.

It was just abandoned land, only called a management site in name.

Tsubasa had told him on the plane coming here.

This place was an exile island for those who wouldn’t listen.

“It seems like no one lives here.”

“They stopped living here. Everyone chose to break their stubbornness and leave this place. Except for one place.”

The two stopped walking.

The most remote corner of the management site.

A thatched cottage that wouldn’t be surprising if it collapsed right now.

There was an old man there.

An old man carving wood stitch by stitch.

“His name is Hanamori. A family that has managed castle gardens since the Edo shogunate period. Of course, they didn’t become famous for being good at garden management. They started receiving attention while researching flowers that could bloom in any environment. As generations passed and year-round blooming, which seemed impossible, became possible, their fame reached its peak.”

“Reached, past tense.”

“Because after coming here, they were gradually forgotten. An exile island created under the pretext of protecting and preserving national intangible cultural heritage. Craftsmen who wouldn’t listen had no choice but to move here. Some were deceived, others had no choice but to be in such situations. No one knows whether this situation was created naturally or artificially.”

After slowly nodding for a while.

Jinhyeok walked into the house.

“Hello, sir.”

The old man turned his head.

His eyes seemed enlightened yet strangely filled with strength.

“I told you there are no seeds. Such things only exist in legends. And even if they existed, I have no intention of giving them to you guys. That’s for people who know the value of beauty. You guys who are just blinded by money and destroy someone’s livelihood don’t have the qualifications.”

A voice mixed with weariness and anger.

It seemed he had been tremendously tormented.

Sato Tsubasa, who was standing at the entrance, shrugged his shoulders.

He deliberately didn’t go inside.

A government administrator would be disgusted.

He just watched Jinhyeok’s back as he entered the house.

‘Why does the Runner want Hanamori?’

He brought him here since he asked to be let in, but he really didn’t understand.

What exactly did he want?

He wouldn’t be able to get anything from that stubborn old man anyway.

It was questionable whether that old man even had anything to begin with.

“My name is Yoo Jin-hyeok.”

“I’ve heard so many names sitting here. I’m not curious, so go back.”

He told him to go back once more, but Jinhyeok didn’t turn around.

Instead, he took off his shoes and stepped up onto the veranda.

“I told you to go back!!”

Despite the old man’s shout, Jinhyeok went right into the room.

The old man, momentarily flustered, followed Jinhyeok inside with his face turning red.

Sato Tsubasa, who was watching this, was also flustered.

What was he trying to do?

For a moment.

“…!?”

A strange resonance began to drift over.

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