Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 107

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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 107

 

 

A clearing where rough winds blow.

“Phew! I was wondering where that Chinese food smell was coming from, turns out it’s the downtown trash!”

“Why does it smell like seagull droppings in the city? Oh, sorry! I didn’t know there were ocean hicks here.”

“What did you say?”

“This bastard!”

Firefighters pressing their foreheads together and baring their teeth as if ready to throw punches at any moment.

Slurp!

“How’s Station 61 doing?”

“We’re the same as always. How about Station 7? Beverly Hills…”

Firefighters elegantly leaning against fire trucks, drinking coffee and chatting with laughter.

Oliver, who was moving oxygen tanks, nudges Johann.

“Haha. Don’t be surprised. This is how they always play!”

‘I’m not surprised.’

Because he knows what today’s event is about.

Firefighters who are always under extreme stress.

So they need to vent sometimes, and leaving the downtown area where incidents and accidents could happen at any time, they gather together like this to check their skills and relieve stress.

It’s not an official firefighting competition.

It’s a kind of fellowship competition for that time.

‘Nothing has changed from those days.’

Even though the era is different, firefighters seem to always be the same.

Firefighters who think about citizens’ safety even when they’re resting and playing.

‘These people can truly be called real heroes.’

Like police officers.

It’s not for nothing that it’s in the top 5 dream jobs in America.

“What? You Chinese food guys didn’t have anyone to bring so you brought that little kid?”

“Pfft! Hey, ocean hicks. You shouldn’t say things you’ll regret.”

“He’s probably still wet behind the ears…”

“That’s Johann Jefferson.”

Flinch!

“‘Fire is always targeting us’ that mural?”

“Yeah.”

Instantly, all firefighters including those from Station 62 who guard areas up to Santa Monica Beach simultaneously look at Johann.

“Ooh…”

Johann unconsciously took a step back.

 

“I really wanted to see you once.”

“Wow, handsome boy. Nice muscles? What do you think about women who like working out?”

“My goodness, look how soft his skin is!”

“How can someone be so muscular with such soft skin?”

“Try this too.”

“Ahaha.”

It’s not like feeling like a monkey in a zoo, but the excessive attention eventually makes him smile awkwardly.

‘In the old days, such strong women would have been my ideal type…’

Strong females who could protect the pack and cubs in his absence.

But now it was a bit different.

“Ready!”

Everyone’s attention turns.

“…Alright! Let’s do this!”

“If we lose today, we’re all doing lunges on the way home!”

“Today we’re going to crush all those downtown scumbags! Got it!”

“Drown those ocean hicks!”

“Woohoo!”

The firefighters, whose atmosphere changed instantly, moved toward their own battlefield.

 

* * *

 

Tweet!

“Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!”

“Stephanie!”

“Charlie!”

A female firefighter hanging from the fire truck ladder with one hand receives the fire suit pants handed by a fellow firefighter and puts her legs through them.

‘Ugh!’

The weight suddenly loading on the arm gripping the ladder as if pulling her to the ground.

Looking to the side, female firefighters hanging from four fire trucks frown and look left and right.

“It’s okay. Take your time.”

“Don’t… tell me what to do!”

Even one second faster.

The female firefighter gritting her teeth and putting on the suspenders reaches out again as the jacket is handed over.

“You’re doing great!”

The female firefighter puts on the jacket while switching arms.

She zips it up and even attaches the velcro.

‘Done!’

Now there’s only one thing left.

The female firefighter grits her teeth and pulls with both arms.

“Haaah!”

The female firefighter’s head comes up through the gaps in the ladder.

One, two. Three. Four. Five.

The firefighter who completed a full five pull-ups releases the strength in both hands.

Thud!

Tweet!

“Station 7 wins!”

“Wooooo!”

“Charlie! Charlie! Charlie!”

Station 7 wins the first preliminary round of putting on fire suits while hanging from ladders. The other female firefighters let go of the ladders with disappointment.

Johann, who had been clenching his fists cheering for Station 9 from the same downtown area during that thrilling match, clicks his tongue and looks at firefighters putting on fire suits in a different way.

Tweet!

Whoosh!

As soon as the whistle blows, firefighters quickly put on the fire suits placed on the table.

‘One second, two seconds, three seconds…’

Beep!

“Third group preliminary, Station 46 wins! 19 seconds 8!”

19.8 seconds from putting on boots to wearing the helmet.

“Wooo!”

“Pfft. Much slower than you.”

At Oliver’s words, the surrounding firefighters look at Johann.

Oliver’s senior smiles arrogantly.

“18 seconds. The time it took to run from our fire station’s parking lot to the building, put on the fire suit, and get in the car.”

“…No way.”

“Pfft. You need to say something believable for us to believe it.”

“Oh, you wanted to brag that badly?”

The time it takes an average firefighter to change gear is around 20 seconds.

In that time, it’s naturally impossible for regular firefighters, and even LA Fire Department’s special rescue team can’t achieve such a record.

Even though the rescue team consists of only the physically and mentally strongest firefighters in all of LA.

“If you don’t want to believe it, don’t.”

The firefighters waver at his eyes that say he only speaks the truth.

‘C-could it be real?’

‘The lucky charm… has good physical abilities too?’

The lucky rabbit’s foot that increased the fire department budget and brought in more donations.

“Ah, you don’t believe this.”

Oliver’s senior looks at Johann.

“Want to try?”

“Oh, is that okay?”

It’s a firefighters’ social gathering.

So they were only cheering and making one-dollar bets.

All betting money except the winnings goes toward the next social gathering – a healthy form of gambling.

“There’s a competition for first-year rookies.”

The events are ladder climbing and quick oxygen mask wearing.

By the way, the rookie who wins this event receives a prize, so the betting amount also goes up to 2 dollars.

“It’s called the Blue Fire badge.”

A symbol for rookies who win the social gathering held once per quarter, four times total.

“Rookies with badges and those without are treated completely differently.”

The difference between being treated as a real firefighter or not.

This is a huge difference.

Also, rookie firefighters who possess a Blue Fire badge are automatically qualified to compete in the annual California Fire Competition, and since they can beat one of the veterans from each fire station, this too can be considered a tremendous benefit.

That’s why LA firefighters took great pride in this badge.

“This is what it looks like, Johann.”

Johann’s eyes light up as he sees the badge Oliver holds out, shaped like a blue flame.

“I’ll do it!”

It would look pretty cool attached to his bag.

“Great! Wait here!”

Oliver quickly stood up.

 

“Wow!”

“Johann! Johann!”

“Johann! Crush them!”

“Boo! Kid should go drink more mother’s milk!”

“Don’t lose to those guys who smell like Chinese food!”

“Booo!”

His turn came quickly.

“Johann, look here!”

Fire Station 3 firefighters holding up phones and shouting.

‘These are really interesting people.’

Not just Station 3’s firefighters, but the other firefighters too.

In a way, Johann himself is just butting in.

Yet they’re cheering for him sincerely.

The young firefighters on either side don’t even frown despite an outsider joining a competition for the Blue Fire badge, and they’re trying to compete sincerely.

‘This is trouble.’

He keeps liking it.

Being a firefighter.

‘I should do this seriously.’

That would be the way to not disrespect them.

Johann slowly closed and opened his eyes.

“Ready!”

At the umpire’s shout, the young firefighters put their feet on the starting blocks and grab the ladders placed on their right.

As the tall firefighters with lean muscles crouch down, they look like predators about to pounce on prey.

Soon, tremendous tension descends upon the space.

Tweeet!

“Hup!”

Johann’s body shoots out before the whistle sound even ends.

The startled firefighters soon get heated up.

“Go! Go! Go!”

“Waaaah!”

Thud thud thud thud thud!

Johann quickly runs 10 yards (about 9 meters) and grabs a ladder with a hooking device at the end, hooking it to the second-floor window frame of the frame-only building as he launches his body.

Thud thud thud thud thunk!

“…Wowwwwww!”

At the sight of Johann climbing the ladder as quickly as a monkey climbing a tree, even though the ladder isn’t even standing straight, all the firefighters jump to their feet.

 

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“Has my eyesight already gone bad…”

“Is that right? Hehe.”

The fifth-floor window of the five-story frame-only building.

The firefighters rub their eyes at the number 10:34 written on the whiteboard.

A record that might appear in the National Fire Competition held once every four years.

No, if they remember correctly, that’s a record that hasn’t even appeared in the National Fire Competition.

In other words, an unofficial new record.

Hot emotions rise in their chests.

“Waaaaaaah!”

‘The Billboard star who draws incredibly well also has good physical abilities?’

They can hear it.

‘I can hear the sound of the fire department budget going up even more!’

The higher the budget, the more citizens they can save.

The higher the probability that firefighters won’t get hurt.

Without anyone going first, they simultaneously reach an implicit agreement and open their throats wide.

“Wowwwww!”

“Johann! Johann!”

‘These are really fun people.’

Johann chuckled.

 

“Ugh!”

“Damn. Is age really nothing!”

The rookie firefighters who lost two Blue Fire badges right before their eyes swallowed their rising tears, and the female firefighters who gathered around Johann share snacks with him.

“You’re already a high school student?”

“Wow, that was already four years ago.”

“You’ll go to university after graduation, right? What will you do after that?”

“If being a singer doesn’t appeal to you, how about being a firefighter?”

“Mm-hmm. You don’t have to go out to dangerous field sites. The LA Fire Department has departments just as important as rescuing citizens!”

“Like the public relations office, or the fire prevention team.”

“Public relations office? Oh, could you take a look at this?”

“Oh, take a photo for me?”

Click!

“Here. How is it?”

“…Wow, wow.”

The female firefighters’ mouths drop open as they look at the mobile phone Johann holds out.

‘Do, do I really look this atmospheric?’

‘She looks so pretty!’

It’s definitely the same model of mobile phone as theirs.

But it looks like a photo taken by a photographer with a camera.

“Charlie, could you look over there?”

“Li, like this? No, wait! Wa, wait! Just 10 minutes!”

‘I need to put on makeup!’

If even her bare face came out looking so atmospheric, how pretty would she look with even simple makeup?

“Ah! Me too!”

“Us too!”

“Haha, take your time.”

This is a scene of camaraderie that only firefighters can be part of.

Even so, the firefighters gathered here had accommodated Fire Station 3’s unreasonable request, and not only that, they treated Johann sincerely.

‘Where else could I have an experience like this?’

These photos were a gift for such people.

‘I should make a photo book and give it as a gift.’

“Oliver, stand there.”

“Oh! You’re taking my photo too?”

Click! Click!

“…This is me? Not a model?”

“This guy’s making a fuss again. Even if you become handsome, you’re just a crushed meatloaf…?”

“If I had a camera, I could have taken prettier photos, but since it’s a mobile phone, this seems to be the limit.”

“A camera?”

Whoosh!

People’s gazes turn toward the firefighter holding a camera to capture memories of today’s gathering.

“Bring that over here.”

“Hey, there! Could we take a look?”

“It’s fine. It’s fine. You need to smile….”

Weeeeeeeng!

At the sound of fire truck sirens heard in the distance, everyone’s heads turn, including Johann’s.

“One truck… no, that’s not right?”

At least two sounds can be heard overlapping.

That means it’s a medium-scale fire or larger.

“…Over there!”

The firefighters reflexively scanning their surroundings all look in one direction.

Black smoke rising in the distance.

“Huh? No, no fire should break out there?”

Chill!

Words a firefighter should absolutely never say.

It was the moment when a firefighter whose jurisdiction included the nearby area muttered something ominous.

Ring ring! Ring ring ring!

Several firefighters’ mobile phones ring simultaneously.

“Where is it! What?”

“The apartment complex area on Eagle Street?!”

A dense area of 6-story apartments built with red brick.

It’s a dangerous place where buildings are packed tightly together without any gaps, so the moment a fire breaks out in one building, it can instantly spread to the adjacent building.

The firefighters, pale as sheets, looked at each other.

“Let’s go-!”

“This is crazy!”

“Get the fire suits first, you idiots!”

“We’re heading to support now! Five engines! Three tankers! Two trucks!”

“Contact the fire department and police to control the roads first!”

Weeeeeeeng!

Five pump trucks, three water tank trucks that can store more water than pump trucks, and two ladder trucks began racing toward the fire scene.

 

* * *

 

Weeeeeeng!

Honk honk! Honk honk!

“Move! Get out of the way-!”

The closer they get to the fire scene, the larger the smoke becomes.

The veterans instinctively realize.

‘Firefighter’s Prayer, Alvin William Lynn’ also cries out.

‘At least five or more buildings are on fire!’

The terror of feeling like all the blood is draining from their bodies.

Already, the screams and cries of rescue targets seem to be pounding their ears.

‘Please. Quickly.’

How much their legs must have trembled.

As soon as the fire comes into view, several impatient firefighters put on masks connected to oxygen tanks and jump down.

Though it’s a social gathering, oxygen tanks filled to capacity because they must always be ready for real action.

The fire trucks that had to watch firefighters running with fire axes in one hand soon arrive at the scene as well.

Whoooooosh! Crackle crackle crackle!

“My God….”

It’s not five buildings.

Seven apartment buildings are spewing flames.

A horrific sight that makes even ‘Firefighter’s Prayer, Alvin William Lynn’s’ legs freeze up, despite having seen this scene countless times.

“This is Bilford from Station 3! What’s the current situation!”

“Over there, over there they’ve entered for rescue, but the rest don’t have enough personnel to even enter!”

A scene that had been barely holding on with just three pump trucks until ten fire trucks arrived.

Fortunately, those who had been hoping for rescue by breaking or opening windows have been rescued, but….

“Confirmation of rescue targets isn’t finished yet, and the current number of citizens evacuated outside their homes is sixty-two!”

Since it was the weekend, many people were resting at home.

This means it’s impossible to gauge how many more people might be waiting for rescue in those seven apartment buildings spewing flames.

Suffering in those flames.

“…Station 3! We’re entering that location!”

“Station 62! We’ll take the one next to it!”

“Station 7 will provide support! Station 7, clear the way!”

“Station 9! Fire suppression! Fire suppression!”

Firefighters with clenched teeth rush into the flames without hesitation, and firefighters with fire hoses turn water streams toward the apartment entrances.

So that colleagues jumping into the fire pit to save lives today will be less hot, even by one second.

So they can secure visibility.

“Stay here quietly. We’ll eat something delicious later, Johann.”

Oliver, who knocked on the fire helmet Johann was wearing and smiled as if telling him not to worry before following the senior firefighters, made Johann grit his teeth.

‘Damn it!’

Why wasn’t he a firefighter?

Why did he have to just stand here and watch?

“What can I do?”

Something he could accomplish.

‘Library!’

Johann closes his eyes at the thought that flashes through his mind.

“Reading List Check. Wolf Who Howls at the Moon. Bat.”

Whooom!

The bat he had absorption read out of curiosity when he was very young.

Johann thrust both beings into his chest.

Then…

 

Crack! Crackle!

His sensory organs change.

His vocal cords are manipulated, and his ear senses are twisted.

‘Ugh!’

The sunlight and flames try to burn his eyes.

‘Don’t cry out from just this much pain!’

Pain weaker than the heat those heroes who fearlessly jumped into the flames would feel.

Johann, who clenched his teeth, hears in his ears.

The sounds of rescue targets crying.

The sounds of giving up on life.

The sounds of collapsing and dying.

The anxious heartbeat sounds of firefighters.

The sounds of fearless footsteps.

His nose picks up.

The scent of living beings within the smell of fire and ash.

“—–!”

He can see.

The figures of rescue targets yearning for life within the flames dyed in darkness.

The figures of firefighters cutting through the flames.

‘I remembered!’

He remembered everything with The One Who Became a Star’s memory.

Johann, who removed the bat, opens his eyes and looks around.

‘I can’t steal that.’

The walkie-talkie and earphones held by the firefighter who was conducting the firefighters holding fire hoses and waiting for rescue news from the firefighters who had already entered.

If he stole that, something unmanageable would happen.

‘Everyone is only looking at the fire scene.’

Johann, who had been watching for an opportunity, quietly approaches one of the rescue workers controlling the citizens and steals a walkie-talkie.

The rescue worker was so busy he didn’t even notice the walkie-talkie had disappeared.

Afterward, Johann, who had slipped between the fire trucks positioned here and there, brought the frequency-tuned walkie-talkie to his mouth.

“Ahem. Ahem.”

His voice changes.

His husky yet boyish voice transforms into that of a middle-aged man.

“Station 3, do you copy?”

-Who is this?!

-What the hell! Which bastard is interfering with command radio?!

“Two rescue targets in the house you’re about to enter. Please confirm.”

-This crazy bastard…!

“Is it important who’s commanding right now?! Instead of cursing, rescue them first!”

-…Son of a bitch! Open it!

Crash! Crack! Bang!

The sound of breaking down the door with a fire axe and entering the house rings in his ears. Johann, who closed his eyes and absorption read the bat again, spoke with his eyes closed.

“—-!”

A high-pitched sound at a distant frequency that human ears cannot hear.

“Station 62, do you copy?”

A strange wind began to blow at the fire scene.

 

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