Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 136

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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 136

 

 

 

 

 

Maurice Ward, a British hairdresser.

 

He was a good husband and a respected father.

 

After work, he would conduct various experiments in a small laboratory he made in his garage to relieve stress – he was a family man with somewhat unusual hobbies, someone the neighborhood called “Doctor.”

 

When herbicide was needed, he would make herbicide; when pesticide was needed, he would make pesticide; when blades became dull, he would sharpen them.

 

He was such an amateur chemist who held several minor patents.

 

Then, from a small inconvenience in daily life, he came to have one question.

 

Why is plastic, this miraculous material, so weak against heat?

 

Plastic that becomes deformed and unusable just from pouring hot water on it.

 

Isn’t there any heat-resistant plastic?

 

If there isn’t, let’s try making one.

 

So he began developing heat-resistant plastic with a light heart, as usual.

 

‘If I invent this, we’ll make a fortune!’

 

Making boastful promises full of bravado, as always.

 

His wife also said this:

 

‘Yes. Hurry up and make me rich.’

 

That day too, before starting experiments with laughter, while cleaning the incinerator, he discovered a pure white lump.

 

It was a lump he had put in the incineration box a few days ago, calling it a failed product.

 

Why didn’t this melt?

 

Why wasn’t it even charred?

 

Puzzled, he brought it to his garage laboratory and conducted various experiments, eventually realizing:

 

He had invented an incredible material.

 

A tremor shaking his entire body.

 

A scream about to burst out.

 

Maurice Ward joyfully informed his family of this fact, and his life fell into a quagmire.

 

Starlite, which he thought he could quickly remake since he had made it once, but could never be created by his hands again.

 

A name his granddaughter gave it, saying it was white like stars in the night sky.

 

Like that, 1 year, 5 years, 10 years.

 

His mind gradually became exhausted, and he vented that irritation and resentment on his family members.

 

Unable to endure it, his family members left one by one.

 

Even so, he didn’t stop experimenting, and perhaps heaven acknowledged his obsession, as he eventually succeeded in making it again.

 

But this too was another coincidence.

 

It wasn’t something he had planned and created from start to finish.

 

Then it became known to the media.

 

BBC in Britain contacted him for verification, and all material companies and governments from Britain, America, and around the world came rushing.

 

Pouring money, bribes, investment proposals.

 

He was madly happy but also afraid on one hand.

 

What if he couldn’t make this again?

 

Would he be able to make it again?

 

What if someone else ended up making it?

 

‘Fuck it! I made this! With money, I can make it again! I can become the world’s richest person!’

 

So even when conducting tests, he made sure workers could never leave his sight, and anyone who contacted this material in any way had to wash their hands immediately.

 

He demanded 51% of all sales revenue and complete monopoly over the production process.

 

It was essentially a demand to buy products he handmade at home at whatever price he called – a coercion.

 

But Starlite, which was merely something accidentally created in a crude garage laboratory, made mass production or quality control virtually impossible.

 

Since Maurice Ward himself couldn’t completely reproduce the exact mixing ratios and manufacturing process, stable production remained unclear in the end.

 

Maurice Ward’s excessive greed and attitude of not wanting to disclose the technology externally made him lose investors’ trust.

 

Many investors, companies, and institutions judged that Starlite had no commercialization potential and eventually withdrew their interest.

 

‘Even so, Maurice Ward didn’t stop experimenting.’

 

Until the moment he died in 2011.

 

To make Starlite again.

 

“Starlite… It’s been a while since I’ve seen this guy.”

 

Restricted access area of the Boeing Company Research Facility.

 

Mr. Kellner looks at a panel with holes drilled at regular intervals.

 

“Is it because of the lighting? It looks whiter than before.”

 

Edward Sherman nods.

 

“But didn’t this technology transfer to another company in 2013?”

 

Thermashield, an American materials company.

 

Maurice Ward’s surviving family sold the technology, and Thermashield was known to have succeeded in reproducing the technology.

 

At Kim Seo-hyun’s words, who currently heads CJ Planning’s management strategy department, Mr. Kellner nods.

 

The two who rushed over as soon as they saw the article “Reproduction of Miraculous New Material, Starlite” that emerged from Fairmont High School.

 

They moved as soon as they confirmed the inventor was Johann.

 

Johann smiles.

 

“First, let me correct that – it’s similar to Maurice Ward’s Starlite but a different product. I just used that name for convenience.”

 

He reproduced the moment of coincidence as it was, and used absorption reading on other chemists to borrow their knowledge and inspiration, mixing several substances to create it.

 

To be precise, it could be called a product that succeeded in commercialization.

 

Thud!

 

“You… succeeded?”

 

The researchers behind Kellner murmur.

 

“How can we believe that?”

 

A woman in her 50s narrows her eyes.

 

The woman Mr. Kellner escorted here.

 

Johann, without even responding to her words, speaks to the researchers.

 

“Could you give me a grinder?”

 

“H-here!”

 

“Fragments might fly, so please step back for a moment.”

 

Whirrrr!

 

The grinder spinning with a loud noise.

 

Johann brings it to the Starlite.

 

Then…

 

Screeeeech!

 

“…Huh?!”

 

Sparks scattering into the air.

 

This reaction means one thing.

 

“Metal?! There’s metal inside!”

 

“You succeeded in adhesion?! My God! That’s impossible!”

 

Starlite’s biggest weakness.

 

The inability to synthesize, coat, or adhere with other materials, requiring the material itself to be used alone.

 

Processing and molding complex shapes was also impossible.

 

When Johann steps aside as if telling them to examine it, the researchers rush over frantically.

 

“Crazy! It’s real!”

 

Starlite is really adhered to the metal without any gaps.

 

At the sight of researchers nodding frantically, a tremor runs through Mr. Kellner’s entire body.

 

If this is real, it would change the landscape of the aerospace industry.

 

Not only that, but the ecosystem of insulation materials in construction, automobiles, ships, clothing, etc. would change.

 

“How… how did you reproduce that?”

 

Starlite, which so many companies and chemists had tried to develop but failed.

 

Edward Sherman, Kim Seo-hyun, and the woman in her 50s stare intently at Johann.

 

“I just happened to create it by chance.”

 

He had simply discovered it by accident while trying to develop heat-resistant plastic.

 

“…Ha!”

 

Does he expect me to believe that now?

 

But when Johann says it, it feels like the truth.

 

“That damn third floor laboratory. I want to break in there someday.”

 

A laboratory that might contain miraculous items beyond imagination.

 

“Don’t worry. I’ll open it up for you today!”

 

Ada shakes her fist as if asking why he had hidden such things.

 

“Haha.”

 

“Hmm. Then the problem is the patent… no.”

 

I’ve never heard of Starlite applying for a patent.

 

That’s strange.

 

Thermashield bought the technology last year in 2013.

 

“Hmm, could it be that the core material technology is missing?”

 

If they were confident the technology couldn’t be replicated, they should have gone straight into production, but I’ve never heard news of Thermashield doing mass production.

 

Then there’s only one answer I can deduce.

 

The core material manufacturing technology is missing.

 

‘Correct.’

 

Maurice Ward, who couldn’t reproduce this core material and kept experimenting without even being able to define the composition of the core material due to the limitations of his garage laboratory.

 

To be precise, manufacturing itself was possible, but due to the laboratory conditions, he couldn’t analyze what process produced such results.

 

Even then, fearing thieves might break in and steal it, he didn’t write down the method for manufacturing the core material in his experiment logs, storing it only in his head, and he didn’t rent other laboratories for fear the secret might leak.

 

And then he died.

 

That’s why the technology Thermashield bought from the surviving family is missing the core material manufacturing technology.

 

“But that company announced they reproduced the technology, Mr. Kellner.”

 

Johann answers in place of Edward’s question.

 

“Even without the core material, it can still be made. It’s just garbage though.”

 

It resembles Starlite in appearance but is a completely different material.

 

“What would happen if this technology, which they paid expensive money for and was called a dream new material 20 years ago, is missing the core material manufacturing secret?”

 

“Stock prices would fall, and corporate credibility would be damaged.”

 

Shareholders would protest and drag down the CEO.

 

“My goodness.”

 

That makes sense.

 

When Kellner and Edward give looks to investigate, the secretaries hurriedly leave the space.

 

“Then now the problem is…”

 

The disadvantages this dream new material has.

 

“Johann, you said you supplemented the biggest disadvantage…”

 

“Right. The durability is a bit weak.”

 

Perhaps because the research period was short, he couldn’t supplement this part.

 

“Hmm.”

 

“So I’ll leave that part to you, Mr. Kellner.”

 

“Hm?”

 

“I’ll sell it to Boeing. The entire technology.”

 

The royalty is 11 percent of net profit.

 

“Of this, 1 percent will go to Maurice Ward’s surviving family. After all, the inspiration came from Maurice Ward.”

 

This should satisfy even the family members who had fallen away exhausted by Maurice Ward.

 

Thump!

 

Kellner’s tightly closed lips tremble from the shock hitting his heart.

 

Kim Seo-hyun hurriedly speaks up.

 

“What about us?”

 

“Can you protect it?”

 

As Kellner said, it’s a material that will change the ecosystem of insulation materials.

 

He doubts whether a Korean company can protect it.

 

“Hmm…”

 

“Don’t worry, I’ll designate you as the production and distribution partner for Asia, Kim.”

 

“…Thank you, Mr. Kellner.”

 

“Don’t mention it… That cunning guy wants that, so I have no choice but to follow.”

 

If it weren’t for that, he wouldn’t have included Kim Seo-hyun in this meeting.

 

Johann was that kind of man.

 

“Haha!”

 

At Johann laughing as if it’s the correct answer, deep gratitude spreads in Kim Seo-hyun’s eyes.

 

Kellner, Edward, and Ada smile bitterly.

 

“Lockheed Martin and Northrop Grumman are going to be sick with envy.”

 

“Countless material companies will be the same.”

 

Those who didn’t believe the article and didn’t come to visit.

 

In a few months, or next year, they’ll all beat the ground in regret.

 

“Congratulations, Mr. Kellner. You’ve taken another step closer.”

 

To the throne.

 

“You’re too kind.”

 

It’s all thanks to Johann.

 

‘What should I do for him this time?’

 

Kellner’s mind raced quickly.

 

 

 

* * *

 

 

 

“Th-then we’ll be going now!”

 

“Hurry up and clear Laboratory No. 1 and set it up!”

 

“Yes!”

 

The people leave the research institute, leaving behind the researchers running urgently.

 

“So what are you planning to do now?”

 

Johann, who’s about to make tremendous money by causing an incredible big incident.

 

“Well… I’ll probably be busy for a while.”

 

In a few days, ‘Trip Road’ will air.

 

From the grape vine colony to discovering Mission’s feed.

 

They’ll be calling from everywhere.

 

Also, in four months, ‘Fire Is Always Targeting Us’ will be released.

 

“I think I’ll be busy for at least half a year.”

 

“Hmm. Are you planning to keep going in that direction?”

 

“I’m doing that side too.”

 

“Hmm…”

 

If someone else had said this, he would have clicked his tongue, but Johann has the talents to do it.

 

“Well, you’ll handle it well yourself. So please lighten up your expression, Mr. Sherman.”

 

“It’s a father’s right to curse his daughter’s boyfriend, Mr. Kellner.”

 

“Oh my.”

 

Kellner, who sent a look saying ‘good luck,’ turned around, and Edward followed behind him, gesturing that he was watching.

 

Ada also followed them.

 

‘So who exactly is that lady?’

 

The woman in her 50s walking beside Kellner who came with them.

 

When she first appeared, Ada also showed a very surprised expression.

 

“Johann.”

 

“Rick?”

 

“You have a phone call.”

 

“A phone call?”

 

Puzzled, he answers the phone and hears Andrew Pearson’s trembling voice.

 

-Mr. Steven Tyler has contacted us.

 

“…Wow.”

 

The legend of Aerosmith, Steven Tyler.

 

The owners of the remaining three songs, excluding the one sold to Will.i.am, were also being decided.

 

 

 

The CEO office after Edward, Kim Seo-hyun, and Ada had left.

 

A woman in her 50s sitting across from Kellner brings a teacup to her lips.

 

Slurp!

 

A low sound that echoes through the space.

 

Kellner’s brow furrows as he bares his teeth.

 

“What’s your intention? Are you here to interfere now, Susan Boeing?”

 

The daughter of William Edward Boeing III and one of Boeing’s legitimate heirs.

 

“I have no lingering attachment to Boeing that was taken by the Kellners. Call me Mrs. Warner. Or call me sister-in-law.”

 

That’s right.

 

She was Mr. Kellner’s wife, Cindy Boeing Kellner’s older sister.

 

“The reason?”

 

Was she planning to claim inheritance rights now?

 

“I just… came to check something out.”

 

“What?”

 

“I was curious about the child who saved my husband’s illegitimate child.”

 

“…That damn occult again.”

 

She was spouting incomprehensible words.

 

“But seeing that child, Johann Jefferson, today, I understand.”

 

Johann was clearly heaven-sent.

 

So Johann’s rescue of her husband Warner’s illegitimate daughter Laura, and the son that illegitimate daughter bore, Ross, must also be heaven’s will.

 

“So I should accept it too. My fate.”

 

“…I keep telling you to drop that damn occult.”

 

“Don’t take away an aging woman’s small hobby.”

 

After all, it was thanks to that occult that she had survived Kellner’s clutches until now and married her current husband.

 

“More importantly, what will you do?”

 

If Starlight is produced as is, Johann will receive the world’s attention.

 

“You know how young geniuses die.”

 

“You’re worrying about nothing.”

 

Media manipulation would begin from now on.

 

What Johann provided to Boeing was merely a possibility.

 

Boeing started from that possibility and eventually developed a new material far superior to Starlight.

 

“And until durability is improved, Boeing becomes the fool who bought that possibility for a massive contract fee and 11 percent royalty.”

 

But what would happen when development was completed?

 

Public opinion would reverse. Scientists from around the world and fresh, innovative ideas would flock to Boeing, which gives enormous money and royalties even to a mere 16-year-old boy.

 

“…This is why you lost Boeing.”

 

How could Boeing, who was merely an immigrant laborer, defeat such monsters?

 

She shakes her head and stands up.

 

“I’ll entrust all my shares to you. Just take good care of the dividends.”

 

“…It will be a choice you won’t regret.”

 

With this, he had gained control of all the shares left to Boeing’s descendants.

 

Though it was less than a handful compared to what they originally had, it would serve as an excellent weapon.

 

Kellner escorted her outside, and after getting in her car, she picked up her mobile phone.

 

“Is this Rosa? This is Susan Warner. Yes, your father’s wife. Let’s meet.”

 

It seemed time to sort out this terrible relationship.

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