Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 121

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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 121

 

 

 

 

 

For him, smoke was both a toy and an alarm clock.

 

A massive chimney like a giant cannon aimed at the sky.

 

When black smoke rose, the day began, and when it stopped, the day ended.

 

It was a daily sight and his aspiration.

 

‘I want to fly freely like that smoke.’

 

He never got tired of watching it every day.

 

That’s how a newborn became an elementary student, then a middle school student.

 

Then one day, smoke no longer rose from the chimney.

 

The chimney was demolished too.

 

Later he learned it had gone bankrupt from unpaid loans, but his ears, already dejected from losing his toy, couldn’t hear it.

 

As he spent each day meaninglessly like this, a sudden realization came to him.

 

‘What if I make the smoke myself?’

 

I want to see smoke.

 

I want to get my toy back.

 

From then on, he began studying smoke and learned there were far more types of smoke in the world than he thought.

 

From simple water vapor to toxic volcanic smoke.

 

He went around collecting and researching smoke.

 

He burned every element in the world and observed them.

 

He smelled them.

 

He recreated them.

 

After decades like this, he eventually became ill.

 

A terrible disease where he couldn’t even breathe without an oxygen respirator.

 

He despaired.

 

At no longer being able to see smoke, to observe it.

 

So he began research.

 

‘Let’s make non-toxic smoke.’

 

Fake but realistic smoke that wasn’t even toxic.

 

 

 

‘And he finally created it.’

 

A formula that could reproduce the color and texture of every smoke he had ever seen.

 

The ‘Father of White Phosphorus’, the world’s first scientist to create white phosphorus as lethal and smoke shells, died laughing while clutching that formula.

 

“May I ask what the composition of this is?”

 

When the middle-aged man in his 50s who had turned away the approaching fire helicopter approached the Idaho firefighters, Johann smiled.

 

“It’s less harmful than fog machine fluid.”

 

Regular fog fluid usually contains ethylene glycol and diethylene glycol.

 

It’s a substance whose use is strictly limited because it can have harmful health effects under certain conditions.

 

‘I can’t tell him the formula.’

 

The ‘Father of White Phosphorus’ who created white phosphorus but died without revealing this formula since it was just the result of a hobby.

 

He couldn’t give away the secret formula that could be called the crystallization of his life for free.

 

“Hmm. You developed this yourself?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Then it hasn’t been verified yet, has it?”

 

“Ah.”

 

‘Oh no.’

 

I understand what he means.

 

Saying it’s less harmful than fog fluid is only my own claim.

 

“You mean it can’t be used without component analysis from verification institutions like research labs.”

 

“That’s unfortunate.”

 

The middle-aged man stares intently at the smoke grenade.

 

“It would be perfect for forest firefighting training…”

 

Idaho, where the Rocky Mountains occupy over 70 percent of the territory.

 

So firefighting training is also done with the United States Forest Service (USFS), and using this smoke would allow for more realistic training.

 

“With smoke like this, even lazy veterans would move quickly.”

 

This texture and this smell.

 

It’s so identical to wildfire smoke that even veterans would be momentarily fooled.

 

If veterans turn pale and move, the junior firefighters below them would inevitably panic.

 

That’s exactly what the middle-aged man wants.

 

Training like real combat.

 

To increase experience by going through combat-like training in advance.

 

“How about it? If you entrust it to me, I’ll make it as fast as possible…”

 

“No, it’s fine. I know someone.”

 

“Ah, is that so? Then may I place a pre-purchase reservation?”

 

“Us, us too!”

 

The LA firefighters urgently step forward.

 

They have the same thoughts as the middle-aged man, but also a sense of crisis that Johann might be taken away.

 

“Huh? Don’t you lack the authority to purchase this?”

 

These are firefighters from fire stations, not the fire department.

 

They couldn’t interfere with fire department matters that allocate firefighting equipment and fire station budgets.

 

“What, is that a problem? Don’t worry! I’ll break the director’s wrist if I have to make him buy it!”

 

“How dare he sit at a desk and ignore the voice of the field? Then it wouldn’t be unfair to split his head with an axe!”

 

“Whoa…”

 

Truly befitting firefighters, a famous macho group in America.

 

Other famous macho groups include police, soldiers, bikers, football players, hockey players, etc.

 

“So what’s the real purpose?”

 

“…We thought it would be fun to hide this in the mountains and tell the juniors to find it.”

 

“And set it off after time passes?”

 

And then punishment drills.

 

Since it’s punishment for failing a test, they can’t even complain.

 

It seems these grown men have recognized this smoke grenade as a new toy.

 

“Uhaha! As expected, Jefferson! You know us well!”

 

“Got it. I’ll contact you when it’s officially for sale.”

 

“How long will it take?”

 

Johann smiles and looks at Matthew Payton.

 

He and the production staff who had rushed over, startled by the sudden smoke.

 

They were glaring at the dying smoke grenade as if they wanted to devour it.

 

“Well. Hmm… at most ten days?”

 

“Huh? Th-that fast?”

 

“We might get approval within that time.”

 

Johann turned around and picked up his phone.

 

“Yes, Mr. Kellner. How have you been? Haha. Yes, I’ve been well too. Ah, there’s something I’d like to ask a favor.”

 

Mr. Kellner who had taken the aramid fiber.

 

He needed his help.

 

 

 

* * *

 

 

 

Long Beach near LA, Boeing Company.

 

On the top floor of Boeing Company that manages all Boeing manufacturing plants and branches on the US West Coast, Kellner, whose hair had grown considerably grayer over four years, shakes a finger-joint-sized glass bottle containing white powder.

 

“This is one of those things.”

 

Johann’s laboratory inside the mansion that Larry once told me about.

 

When I heard about it 3 years ago, he said that the money sucked into that laboratory alone was easily hundreds of thousands of dollars, so who knows how much money has been spent by now.

 

Nevertheless, this is one of the experimental results that couldn’t be taken outside even once.

 

“I never thought you’d have talent in science and invention too.”

 

I knew he was brilliant enough to speak 8 languages, but all his other talents were concentrated in the arts and physical education.

 

But I was mistaken.

 

Johann, who could solve formulas that even Larry, a graduate of a prestigious university, couldn’t understand.

 

Johann had talent in mathematics, science, and invention too.

 

And what about this Beast Care Hotel?

 

He was overflowing with business talent too.

 

“If only Adam resembled even half of Johann, I’d have no other wishes…”

 

Adam, his only son who would have to take over after him later.

 

“No, that’s just my greed.”

 

This is about different sizes of innate talent.

 

Something that can never be filled no matter how desperately you try.

 

Still, Adam was also making his own efforts, following the white elite course with American football and such, so Kellner decided to be satisfied with that.

 

“Smoke…”

 

Kellner looks at the case containing glass bottles and gets up.

 

By now, the component analysis and comparison should be finished.

 

He headed to the nearby research institute.

 

“Oh, you’re here, Mr. Kellner!”

 

An elderly man in his 70s wearing a white coat, the director, greets him with an excited face.

 

“The results?”

 

“As you said, Mr. Kellner, we’ve confirmed that there are extremely few substances harmful to the human body.”

 

The rest needs to be verified through animal testing to see how harmful it is to the human body. At most a week, and if the animal testing is completed safely, it can be sold commercially.

 

Honestly, even such testing isn’t necessary.

 

Since it’s simply stage device smoke liquid and powder.

 

There would be no problem registering it as a product and selling it right away.

 

Nevertheless, the reason for conducting the experiment is because the person who gave this is none other than Kellner.

 

“For now?”

 

That means there’s something else.

 

“Please come this way.”

 

The director guides him to the experimental space inside.

 

A space with a magic mirror installed like an interrogation room in a police station, with researchers wearing white protective suits and gas masks standing with excited faces beyond the magic mirror.

 

-Sample volcanic smoke 3-5. Starting ignition.

 

Bang!

 

An explosive sound erupts from the ignition device made following Johann’s crude makeshift device, and smoke rises.

 

“Wh-what color do you see?”

 

“Dark brown and black?”

 

There’s also whitish gray mixed in.

 

How should I put it, it’s a mysterious color that can’t be expressed with words he knows.

 

“Wait.”

 

Suddenly, a scene of volcanic activity he saw on TV long ago flashes through Kellner’s mind.

 

“It’s identical.”

 

It’s identical to the smoke he saw then.

 

“Yes, it’s exactly the same as volcanic smoke! Even that desperate texture is identical!”

 

Volcanic smoke that instills fear just by looking at it.

 

“Do you know this? Humans always try to imitate the colors of nature?”

 

All the clothes humans wear, the colors of all objects try to imitate those of nature. But humans can’t imitate that 100 percent.

 

Because it’s realistically impossible.

 

Even if you extract and transplant colors from natural things, it’s because what receives the transplant isn’t natural.

 

You can resemble 99 percent, but you can’t be 100 percent identical.

 

But this is different.

 

It’s identical.

 

“This dispersibility! This fixation power!”

 

A phenomenon that can never be created even by blending pigments.

 

This was a miracle.

 

“So what do you want to say?”

 

“…Phew.”

 

The director tries to calm his excitement and looks at Kellner.

 

“I think we can improve existing smoke grenades.”

 

Flinch!

 

“Smoke grenades?”

 

“From M7A3 to M106, all of them!”

 

From the tear gas M7A3 to the screening smoke grenade M106.

 

It seems possible to improve all types of smoke grenades.

 

“Is that possible?”

 

Most smoke grenades currently used by the military were developed by the U.S. Army Chemical Warfare Laboratories (CWS).

 

The U.S. Army Chemical Warfare Laboratories, the predecessor of the research institution called the Edgewood Chemical Biological Center (ECBC).

 

As such, all companies that produce smoke grenades and supply them to the U.S. military are connected to U.S. Army generals and veterans’ associations.

 

That’s what producing smoke grenades in America means.

 

Making enemies of high-ranking Army officials and veterans’ associations that have enormous influence on the U.S. military.

 

For Boeing, an aircraft manufacturing company and defense contractor, this was something they should never do.

 

“Boeing, you mean?”

 

Kellner chuckles.

 

It was a joke.

 

“How long do you think the improvement will take?”

 

“Two months, no, three months will be enough!”

 

“Proceed. I’ll handle the veterans’ association side and the rest myself.”

 

“Yes!”

 

Kellner’s lips twist as he turns around.

 

‘An opportunity.’

 

An opportunity to debut his son Adam.

 

Though it’s a bit early, even if it fails, it will be a good experience for Adam.

 

Kellner picked up his mobile phone.

 

“It’s me, Johann. I want to buy the technology.”

 

-…How much stake will you give?

 

“Haha!”

 

As expected, conversations with Johann were enjoyable.

 

 

 

* * *

 

 

 

Thud!

 

Matthew Payton drops his coffee.

 

The staff and Mark Wahlberg also gape.

 

“Wh-where did you say it’s being produced?”

 

“Boeing.”

 

Honestly, I’m still a bit dazed.

 

This is my first experience making and selling something like this.

 

‘It’s similar to Composition or Mural Painting in process, but it’s a different feeling.’

 

The feeling of being recognized is nice, but they say they’ll create something new based on what I made.

 

In a direction I never even thought of.

 

That point made my mood quite strange.

 

“…Why?”

 

“It seems they want to make military smoke grenades based on what I invented.”

 

Boeing, which specializes in aerospace.

 

‘They must be looking for new business opportunities.’

 

They already have experience creating one new business opportunity – a department that manufactures and sells functional clothing using aramid fiber.

 

It wasn’t an unexpected development.

 

“Holy…”

 

‘They entrusted the component analysis to Boeing?’

 

Boeing is counted among the top 3 aerospace defense contractors in the US, along with Lockheed Martin and Northrop Grumman.

 

A mere 15-year-old Asian Boy had moved such a Boeing.

 

‘What exactly is this child’s identity?’

 

Their minds become tangled.

 

“W-wait. Then?”

 

“Ah, you don’t need to worry. The prototype will arrive the day after tomorrow.”

 

They said they’d manufacture and send it from Boeing’s Research Institute.

 

They made that decision because they haven’t established a production line yet.

 

‘They’ll probably go in the direction of acquiring existing companies.’

 

That’s much more convenient than bringing in new machinery to create production lines.

 

“Then I’ll go work on my Appraisal.”

 

Today’s filming is quite important.

 

Because it’s the moment when hope dawns on the Younger Sister who’s dying after losing her nebulizer.

 

“Uh, yeah. G-go ahead.”

 

Johann, who turned around with a grin, narrows his eyes.

 

“I never knew this could make money in this way.”

 

Stage equipment smoke liquid and powder.

 

Since there aren’t many places that manufacture it and demand isn’t high either, I was thinking of registering it as a patent and just collecting Royalty.

 

The smoke series was the culmination of ‘Father of White Phosphorus’s’ hobby that he didn’t even tell his family about.

 

There was no guilt.

 

But out of nowhere, Kellner, Boeing coveted the smoke series.

 

Although it’s about improving existing smoke grenades using the components and structure of the smoke series, it’s still military supply.

 

Since it’s consumed by the US military with well over 1 million personnel, the market scale itself had to be considered different.

 

“This problem… can be considered non-existent, right?”

 

The veterans’ association is a bit concerning, but it’s Boeing after all.

 

Boeing, being a defense contractor, must already have deep connections with them.

 

“No, the veterans’ association will be happy since prices will be slightly higher.”

 

It’s natural for prices to increase with improvements, and the institution paying that money is the US Department of Defense anyway.

 

Since the veterans’ association’s pockets get filled as much as prices increase, there’s no reason for them to dislike it.

 

Moreover, they say stage equipment smoke liquid and powder will be produced and sold separately.

 

It means Johann’s profits will increase even more.

 

Johann, who nodded, decided to fully enjoy this opportunity.

 

“Then where should I spend this money?”

 

‘Car? Real estate? Stocks? Bonds? Futures?’

 

There are too many things I can do.

 

‘Among these, what’s most appealing is…’

 

“A Car.”

 

A Car I can buy when January 1st of next year comes.

 

I already passed the driving permit test with a perfect score.

 

In California, you can take the driving permit test starting from June of the year you turn 15, and you need to wait 6 months after passing this test to get an official driving permit issued.

 

Both Car purchase and driving lessons are possible from age 16.

 

“What should I buy?”

 

What should I buy to make Flash jealous?

 

It was the moment when all the cars in the world – sedans, pickup trucks, SUVs, Porsches, Lamborghinis – floated through Johann’s mind.

 

Thud!

 

Suddenly, a Boy blocks his path.

 

“Johann-!”

 

Seeing the eyes of the Boy who was smiling brightly while using Sign Language, those ocean-blue and deep pupils, Johann opened his eyes wide.

 

“Jerome!”

 

It was Jerome, Matthew Payton’s hearing-impaired Son.

 

 

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