Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 155
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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 155
“No.”
“Larry!”
“Absolutely not.”
His troublemaker had caused trouble again.
‘Just end it at the part about wanting to make a song specifically for Japanese fans!’
Having heard roughly about the Inoue family’s history, he could sense how many powerful people might be searching for that so-called treasure.
“And you want to go there?”
Absolutely not.
“Just entrust it to someone trustworthy and step back.”
That was the only thing he could allow.
Johann’s face crumpled.
“I can’t send Larry, Ada, and Rick.”
The only people Johann could trust were these three and his friends.
Everyone else was just connected through business relationships.
Relationships that could be severed anytime if the benefits of maintaining them seemed smaller than the gains.
“I feel the same way!”
“…There might be American treasures too.”
It wasn’t that there might be – there were.
American treasures purchased through Japanese connections in Hawaii, Guam, LA, San Francisco, and other places.
‘The relationship with Grandfather… No, let’s not mention this.’
He had already made a mistake regarding that.
Due to misjudging that the relationship with Grandmother Melanie had improved, he had created a connection with the Jefferson family that Larry had worked hard to sever.
This was one of the mistakes made by frequently switching to ‘The One Who Became a Star.’
“Is that important right now… Sigh. Fine, I know what you’re thinking.”
It had been over two years since the head of the Inoue family had died.
Surely the person managing that treasure vault might have different thoughts as time passed, or perhaps that had already happened.
That was exactly what Johann was worried about.
Losing all the treasures that would have tremendous value.
“If I say those treasures don’t matter… you’ll fly to Japan as soon as you turn 18, won’t you.”
Eighteen, the age of legal adulthood.
The age when one no longer needed a guardian’s protection.
Larry knew Johann.
He knew that when Johann had that look in his eyes, he would never give up.
“…”
“See.”
How could he hate Johann, who kept his mouth firmly shut as if he wouldn’t lie?
“I really don’t know what to do with you.”
Larry sighed as he rubbed his face.
“Sigh. Fine. Then let’s do this.”
Johann’s eyes widened at Larry’s words.
* * *
Two weeks later, in the skies above Japan.
Vroooooom!
Inside the airplane, Johann, lying on a plush seat, removed his eye mask and looked at the ceiling.
‘It’s just like a spy operation.’
His heart was pounding like when he reached ‘The One Who Became a Star’s’ safe house to explore.
That’s why Johann couldn’t fall asleep easily even with the eye mask on.
He calmed his heart and looked at the seat next to him.
CIA Agent Lynch, who had deep connections from long ago, and Swallow, a former colleague of Rick Bottom, were reading books.
“You really didn’t need to go this far.”
The helper Johann had thought of two weeks ago, the helper he deemed necessary to safely transport all of the Inoue family’s treasures to America, was none other than the CIA.
“Please consider this as a favor, and we’d be grateful.”
“…Even doing this, I can’t give you more.”
Just as they had agreed before leaving LA.
“Haha. Just making the offer is enough.”
Ten percent of the treasures to be found in Inoue’s treasure vault and thirty percent of the profits from hidden assets like real estate.
Nothing more was needed.
Rather than that…
‘To think we’re searching for Inoue’s treasure!’
The Inoue family that every CIA agent who had been through Japan mentioned without exception. A collector family once rumored to have assets worth 1 trillion yen.
‘The Inoue treasure that vanished after the sudden death of the family head Inoue Ryoma two years ago!’
Inoue Ryoma, who showed so little affection to his grandson that the speculation that he couldn’t trust his only blood relative and didn’t reveal the treasure vault’s location was considered fact.
The moment he saw the note written in Inoue Ryoma’s own handwriting with the treasure vault’s location, he couldn’t help but shudder.
‘How many times have I been involved with this child over the past few years?’
From the retired agent’s safe house to this current matter.
‘It’s as if heaven is blessing, no, as if God is giving instructions.’
To find the forgotten things.
It was too occult-like thinking, but since Johann was a holy knight, he couldn’t help but think that way.
‘Then what should I call that person?’
Larry, who sat right next to Johann and hadn’t closed his eyes even once since takeoff from Hawaii.
Ada had even gone into hiding currently.
‘Probably to publicize things if necessary.’
They really were people with tremendous love for their child.
That was the moment.
Step, step.
“We’ll be landing at Narita Airport soon, Agent Lynch.”
That’s right. All the first-class flight attendants on this aircraft were CIA agents.
“You really came to release a music track?”
“Yes. Since I made a big mistake when I came to Japan last time, I made a song as an apology, and I plan to release it through Warner Music.”
In front of the immigration gate.
Johann was talking with three reporters.
“But…”
He wouldn’t do official activities like music broadcasts, and planned to just shoot H&M Japan’s summer pictorial and return.
Since it was a song for fans, he had no intention of making a big fuss about activities.
“Also, all profits from the music will be used for Japanese Wolfies and unfortunate people in Japan.”
“Oh!”
This was the plan Larry had thought up on the spot.
To completely officialize Johann’s visit to Japan.
“Then let’s go, Larry. Hot springs are really nice.”
“Really?”
“W-wait a moment!”
Reporters urgently following Johann.
Several gazes from around the airport also followed Johann.
* * *
Vrooom!
Dark night, vehicles entering Tokyo’s Shinjuku.
“It looks like they’re heading straight to that hot spring hotel?”
Among the heavily congested vehicles during rush hour, Hamuro furrows his brow at the bald man’s words and watches Johann’s vehicles slowly moving forward from a distance.
“Did they really come because of their schedule… What about the tailing vehicles?”
“Just a few cars.”
They had confirmed some of the faces that had approached when working on Inoue at the airport. Those people had followed Johann’s vehicle just like themselves.
Compared to the number who had approached after Inoue became the sole heir, this was less than one-tenth.
It seemed most of the power holders had judged that there was no treasure map in the mansion.
Those following now were people who thought the same as Hamuro.
“Huh? Huh? They’re getting out of the car!”
“Hurry and follow them!”
“Yes!”
The part-time worker who could speak English, brought along just in case, gets out of the car and approaches Johann’s group entering the convenience store.
“When you come to Japan, you absolutely must try convenience store food.”
“The hotel is serving dinner, right? Ka, kai… something like that cuisine.”
“Are you only going to eat that?”
“That’s enough for me.”
Johann and Larry grumble as they go inside.
When Rick Bottom stands guard at the door, the part-time worker also stops.
Not only that, but he steps back, turns around, and takes out his phone.
“B-Boss, th-they seem to have come to buy food, wh-what should I do?”
-…Wait. Don’t approach that security guard.
“Y-Yes.”
‘Phew. Huh?’
The part-time worker, who had been sighing in relief, suddenly looks puzzled at Larry, who answers his phone with a grimace.
“Toilet paper, you mean? Understood.”
‘Ah, they must have run out of toilet paper in the restroom. But I guess American security guards don’t just wear suits all the time.’
Comfortable gray tracksuit and a cap.
Because of this, the sunglasses that symbolize security guards look unbalanced.
Soon, Johann and Larry, carrying bags full in both hands, get in the car and disappear, and the part-time worker quickly gets into Hamuro’s car.
Hamuro and the pursuers chase after Johann’s departing car.
About 30 minutes later, a van stops in front of the convenience store from earlier, and Johann and his group, who had already gotten in a car and left, come out of the convenience store.
Lynch and Swallow smile at them.
“Thank you for your hard work.”
“Not at all.”
To shake off those secretly following Johann, the CIA had replaced the convenience store part-time worker with an agent. Lynch and Swallow had been waiting in the convenience store warehouse even before Johann arrived to assess the situation, but they had actually lost track of time eating food.
“Let’s go.”
And so they finally headed to Inoue’s treasure vault.
‘This place is…?’
An industrial complex adjacent to the ocean near Tokyo.
‘The place where Inoue Ryoma used to come fishing every season?’
This was the place where Inoue Ryoma had visited holding his father’s hand, and he had come here frequently when his eldest son was still alive.
“Didn’t you say this place was already searched? Since it was a place Inoue visited regularly.”
Lynch nods at Swallow’s words.
Johann also nods.
‘That’s right.’
He came here every quarter to check if the acquired treasure was still safe.
“He would buy alcohol or snacks at that small mart over there, and have a drink at that factory run by someone who had been his friend since childhood…”
Swallow behind them recites Inoue Ryoma’s activities.
Everyone listens intently and moves their gaze following Swallow’s hand.
But not Johann.
‘Not a friend.’
One of the treasure vault’s managers.
The owner of the supermarket where he bought alcohol and snacks too.
Everyone he encountered along his route of movement in this place.
“Huh? Isn’t it here?”
“It’s this way, Larry.”
When Larry tries to stop in front of the factory supposedly run by Ryoma’s friend, Johann grabs his arm and pulls him along, passing four more factories before stopping.
The factories they passed were also owned by treasure vault managers.
“H-Here?”
“According to the map?”
Johann shows them a copy of the map he found in the mansion.
“The symbol is the same!”
The logo of a small factory called Iwata Processing matches the symbol written on the copy.
The address matches perfectly too.
Lynch and Swallow exchange glances.
‘The owner of this place is…’
A person evaluated as a tough character who built a home in the factory and raised his children there.
No, there were many parents in this industrial complex who raised their children like that.
“What? The lights are off?”
“There are people inside.”
Rick Bottom, Lynch, and Swallow nod.
“Besides, someone managing a treasure vault wouldn’t leave their post just because it’s evening.”
Johann knocks on the door of the factory with its lights off.
Bang bang bang!
The metallic sound echoing through the dark night.
“…Who is it!”
Thud thud thud! Creak!
“Who at this late hour…”
An elderly man in his 80s frowns deeply as he opens the door, then hesitates.
Instead of answering to the pungent smell of alcohol, Johann holds out the wooden piece that was wrapped in the map—no, the seal.
“I’ve come to retrieve Inoue’s treasure.”
“…I’ll be damned if I don’t see all kinds of crazy bastards! Get lost! Before I call the police!”
“The one who possesses this seal is the head of the Inoue family.”
Flinch!
The old man stops walking and looks at Johann.
“Isn’t that right?”
As soon as Johann finishes speaking, the old man’s expression and demeanor completely change.
“I greet the current head of the Inoue family.”
“Huh?”
Unlike Larry who is startled, Johann, Rick, Lynch, and Swallow nod as if they expected this.
“Please come this way.”
A shabby temporary building next to the factory on about 1000 pyeong of land.
Even though there’s a newly built prefabricated building right next to it, the handle is worn smooth as if it was used until recently.
Opening the door reveals a space that seems to be used as an office.
As they frown at the smell of metal and oil, the old man lifts up a desk lamp placed on an old desk.
A desk lamp that, once positioned, is rarely moved.
Then a small groove appears.
A groove that looks like someone carelessly scribbled on it at first glance.
“The seal.”
Johann fits the seal that’s handed to him into the groove and turns it…
Clunk!
Rummmmmble!
With a loud noise, the desk slides forward and stairs are revealed.
‘My God.’
‘Crazy!’
Granite walls and steel stairs.
There must be an air circulation system too, as even after going down for 5 minutes, there’s no feeling of breathlessness.
“Was this place originally a treasure trove?”
“…No.”
The original location was under Tokyo Dome, and before that, under Korakuen Stadium.
But when there were signs that even that place and its surroundings would be developed, they created an industrial complex here and moved the treasure trove.
“You created… an industrial complex?”
“At that time, Inoue donated this 200,000 pyeong of land, which was his asset, to the country.”
That’s how they were able to bring in an industrial complex on this land.
A massive forest to hide the treasure trove.
A place where using any amount of electricity wouldn’t seem strange.
“Ah.”
“That elevator was also made by a company that the head of Inoue at the time had invested in.”
In 1935, his father brought it and installed it.
A treasure trove maintained through continuous renovations since then.
‘My God!’
‘Holy!’
It’s a real elevator.
“The seal again.”
When the seal is inserted into the small groove below the only button, the elevator starts operating with a humming sound.
Whirr!
“Let’s go down.”
“…I’ll stay here.”
“Do that.”
Leaving Swallow outside like that, how far down did they go in the elevator that was as clean as one in a building?
Ding! Whirr!
When the door opens, everyone except the Old Man and Johann freezes.
“…”
A long, high corridor that must be a thousand feet in length.
The number of doors visible exceeds 100.
Even though Johann already knows well from accessing ‘Collector’ Inoue Ryoma, he’s overwhelmed, and the Old Man’s calm voice penetrates his ears.
“A total of 637,023 treasures and assets worth approximately 790 billion yen.”
Thud!
“This place is Inoue’s everything and final stronghold.”
A final stronghold that cannot be possessed by those without qualifications or the seal.
“…Wow.”
No words came to mind.
* * *
“Gold bars!”
“There are also bonds from the World War era, Lynch.”
Approximately 800 billion yen, about 7 billion dollars when converted.
Johann, watching the room where assets are stored become noisy, moves his steps and walks through the quiet, wide corridor.
Room doors with nameplates of various eras and different great figures.
“Whew.”
‘It can’t compare to the Library of Alexandria, but…’
The world’s first library and a legend known to have been lost long ago, the Library of Alexandria.
‘It can’t be compared to that place, but…’
It can’t be compared to his own library either, but it feels like walking through Earth’s history.
Sparse, making it even more tantalizing.
’90 percent of this will be mine.’
“How should I utilize this.”
How can I get the highest price for it?
Johann, calculating how many hamburgers it would be for the first time in a while as he walks, opens the door marked [Joseon (Korea) Special 1] and enters.
Then the smells of old paper and dust overwhelm him.
“Here it was.”
Johann twists his lips looking at the book placed in a transparent square case in the center of the approximately 30-pyeong space.
The Hunminjeongeum Sangju Manuscript, for which the current owner is demanding 100 million dollars in compensation from the Republic of Korea government.
However, what the person demanding compensation has is an elaborately forged fake, and what’s in front of his eyes now is the real Hunminjeongeum Sangju Manuscript that ‘Collector’ Inoue Ryoma purchased from that person for 2 billion yen.
‘He enticed him to purchase it with the condition that if the Republic of Korea government accepts the 100 million dollar compensation, he would resell it for 3 billion yen.’
It was also ‘Collector’ Inoue Ryoma who had the forgery made, and it was also Inoue Ryoma who advised burning parts of it so the forgery couldn’t be easily detected.
“And…”
Johann turns his head and looks around the room.
Dozens of treasures that flowed out to Japan during the Japanese invasions of Korea and the Japanese colonial period.
“How many more rooms like this are there.”
There are a total of 10 rooms for Joseon up to intermediate level.
Among the treasures of tremendous historical value, one transparent storage case catches his eye.
“Annals of the Joseon Dynasty, Odaesan Sago-bon.”
The last fragment of the Odaesan Sago-bon, whose whereabouts are currently unknown.
“Hmm.”
Johann pulls out latex gloves from beside the entrance and puts them on, then opens the case containing the Hunminjeongeum.
‘Let me take a look.’
The identity of the inspiration that’s been tickling his mind since Korea.
“Entry. Search. World-class designer.”
Johann recalled his contract with Ben Wood of H&M.
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