Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 197

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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 197

51. Blue Sky

“….”

“…This is definitely Arab territory, right?”

Vroooom!

Inside the vehicle heading to the hotel where they’re staying.

At Camila’s question, Johann recalls the audience from just moments ago.

The audience who passionately responded to the stage and sang along to their songs.

While it was certainly surprising to see men and women sitting together without separated seating, what shocked him more was the fact that there were fans in this Middle Eastern country who welcomed them so warmly.

It made him feel sorry enough about canceling the schedule.

‘But there’s no turning back now.’

Security Team Leader Lahore had clearly crossed the line.

Since he hadn’t been seen since Abu Dhabi Media, it seemed Prince Taroon had gotten rid of him, but that didn’t mean they could reverse their decision.

‘Unless Prince Taroon asks personally.’

This wasn’t simply a matter of pride.

If they proceeded with the schedule as planned after receiving such treatment, they would face this kind of situation again next time. Not just themselves, but other artists as well.

To prevent such situations, they couldn’t proceed with any more schedules.

“It’s regrettable. If it weren’t for that person….”

“We can just come again next time.”

Then they would hold a concert rather than being guests at such a performance, repaying the support those fans showed today.

“That’s right!”

“We’ll arrive at your accommodation soon, Mr. Jefferson, Ms. Cabello.”

Johann and Camila’s eyes widen as they turn their gaze toward where the gentle-looking man who replaced Lahore is pointing.

“A, a palace?”

In the dark night, a massive palace that looked like light fairies were dancing.

“That is Abu Dhabi’s pride, the Emirates Palace.”

“Wo, wow….”

A palace so beautiful that even Johann, who had seen countless palaces through the library, was momentarily mesmerized.

Johann unconsciously picked up his phone.

‘Wow….’

The majestic height of ceilings that seemed to turn humans into ants, pillars, chandeliers—everything lavishly decorated with pure gold, creating a dizzying aura of wealth.

‘I lose. I can’t beat this.’

Johann shakes his head after comparing it to the Malibu hotel.

“Once again, I apologize for Team Leader Lahore’s rudeness.”

“…Please tell him that I’ve gotten over it now, so not to worry. But also tell him that I’ll think slowly about contact with Mr. Kellner.”

Flinch!

Johann nods as if he expected this from the replacement security team leader who stiffened.

‘As I thought, there’s no way they’d do this much just because I made Princess Aisha laugh.’

Taroon even booked Emirates Airlines’ first class, called a hotel in the sky.

While people say royalty spends lavishly, that’s something said by those who don’t understand the nature of the wealthy.

The wealthy never spend on unnecessary things.

Even flaunting wealth and power is just one of the means to achieve their goals—there’s no way they would treat someone this well just to express gratitude.

So what he thought of was the Kellner family, the controlling family of Boeing.

Boeing, which produces weapons to protect the country from neighboring nations like Saudi Arabia and other UAE surrounding countries.

‘They probably want to quickly receive missiles and such that have been downgraded to previous generation due to Starlight.’

Purchasing weapons is possible with money alone, but delivery dates are mostly determined through lobbying.

What Taroon wants is probably to move up this date through lobbying using his friendship with Mr. Kellner.

‘Besides that, among what I have, the only thing Prince Taroon might covet is my friendship with Leicester Barber?’

Without that level of connection, there was nothing Taroon would covet.

“…I will convey that message. Then I’ll see you tomorrow morning. Please rest comfortably.”

“Thank you for your hard work.”

After they shook hands and left, Johann looks at Camila.

“Go up first. I’ll look around the lobby a bit before going up.”

“We’re eating dinner together, right?”

“I noticed on the way here that the beach is right next door.”

If so, there would surely be a restaurant or something where they could eat while looking at that beach.

“Hehe! See you later!”

As Camila waves and disappears into the elevator, Johann turns around and makes a sullen expression toward the approaching middle-aged man.

“Isn’t it too much to approach when I haven’t even unpacked yet, Mr. Lynch?”

“Oh, my. Then shall we go up together?”

‘That’s right.’

Seeing the briefcase in Lynch’s hand, it seemed the situation he had in mind was correct.

Johann nodded and got on the elevator that was just coming down.

* * *

“Wow….”

The room’s scenery seemed to say ‘this is what luxury is.’

Opening the terrace door and stepping out, the light-scattered garden, the night sea shrouded in darkness, and behind it the night view of the artificial island are drawn into his eyes along with the sea breeze.

‘They said it was a Seven Diamond class hotel….’

Luxury that far exceeds the evaluation standards that only go up to 5 stars.

From the amenities to everything that makes up the hotel gives the feeling of being nobility.

Johann, momentarily captivated, snaps back to attention and sits on the living room sofa to look at Lynch.

“Did you find James Han’s inheritance?”

Flinch!

“…Let me apologize first.”

The investigation regarding James Han was not something Johann requested.

This could officially acknowledge that the CIA was monitoring Johann, so Lynch had no choice but to apologize.

“I don’t understand why you did something that would displease me.”

Who would welcome others monitoring them?

However, knowing that the CIA’s actions weren’t malicious, he had knowingly allowed it to some extent.

But unlike just watching, actually intervening with actions was clearly crossing the line.

If the CIA continued to intervene and act in unwanted matters like this, it would surely affect not only Johann himself but also those around him someday.

“I won’t make excuses. However, I ask that you understand that our CIA values you that much.”

“…Why on earth did you do this.”

Regret fills Johann’s eyes.

That gaze shakes Lynch’s heart.

“I want to hear it.”

Lynch’s heart.

His intention.

“…Phew.”

Lynch smiles bitterly.

“It’s graduation season now, isn’t it.”

After participating in next month’s Grammy Awards, Johann would be frantically busy with everything from choosing a university to attend to preparing for the SAT.

Even after entering university, it would be the same. He would inevitably be busy for at least six months with school adaptation and various other issues.

In other words, for at least the next year, Johann would have to carry his curiosity about the existence called James Han.

Could he fully enjoy that time while harboring such curiosity?

He tried to become Johann’s hands and feet to find out about James Han instead. So that Johann could focus on his daily life.

Of course, there was an underlying intention to gain Johann’s favor and help the CIA and America in the future, so it couldn’t be called pure goodwill, but it was true that he genuinely wanted to help Johann.

“Sigh.”

‘This is driving me crazy.’

‘The One Who Became a Star’ also says that Lynch is currently speaking sincerely, which makes it even more frustrating.

‘What should I do…’

Although he was angry at the CIA’s actions for arbitrarily interfering in his private life, since there was no malice in it, the thought of whether he should forgive them just this once confuses his mind.

“I’ll leave this here, so please contact me when you’ve sorted out your thoughts.”

Lynch places the briefcase on the table and turns around.

His drooping shoulders stab at Johann’s eyes.

‘Ah, that’s acting!’

‘The One Who Became a Star’ also says it’s acting, which complicates his mind.

“What a cunning person!”

Johann scratches his head vigorously and calls out to Lynch.

“Yes?”

“Since you noticed, don’t look at me like that and sit down.”

“…Haha!”

As Lynch sits back down, Johann glares at him.

“The CIA’s share in this matter will be extremely small.”

“Since this was courting to have a deeper relationship, you don’t need to give us a share.”

“…Let’s just take a look first.”

“Hahaha.”

Click click!

Lynch opens the briefcase and takes out everything about James Han.

From records of James Han’s life as seen by others to hidden inheritances.

“He really looks like me.”

“…Yes. I was quite surprised.”

In the blurry black and white photo, young James Han smiling among soldiers photographed against a backdrop of dense forest.

James Han in a suit that had faded considerably with the passage of time.

And various other photos.

Except for the eye color, he looked exactly the same as if Johann himself had time-slipped to the past.

Even though he had already confirmed the face through Dorothy Grandmother’s and Ethan Burrow’s memories at the veterans’ home, seeing it confirmed through photos like this gives him a strange feeling.

‘He was a second-generation immigrant.’

James Han, the son born on American soil by an immigrant who came to America from the Korean Empire, the predecessor of South Korea.

‘…James Han’s father didn’t own the library, it seems.’

Johann, seeing that it was written that he lived as a lower-class laborer and died in an accident, pushes James Han’s records aside.

He intends to check them later.

“Tacoma, Washington.”

The city of Tacoma with a population of about two hundred thousand.

“After explorers found it in 1841, people began residing there from 1852.”

James Han’s mansion is located here.

“According to our investigation, James Han was a highly respected figure in Tacoma.”

A great man who not only achieved tremendous wealth despite being Asian, but also generously shared that wealth with those around him and those in need.

“The mansion was put up for auction before his death, and the proceeds were distributed to those in need.”

Not only the mansion, but all the assets he had built during his lifetime were returned to society.

“The person who bought the mansion was… a loan shark?”

“Garcia Martinez. He’s a notoriously ruthless figure in Tacoma, and he’s currently using James Han’s mansion as his private villa.”

If Johann wanted, he could purchase it at any time.

“Hmm.”

‘What could he have hidden there?’

James Han, who hid his inheritance throughout America.

Although curiosity surges, Johann swallows it down and looks at the next material.

“There are… many hidden inheritances.”

“Yes, there were many. Really…”

A representative example is the gold mine.

This alone has an estimated reserve worth up to 3 billion dollars.

Perhaps you haven’t found your star?

If so, this place will become your seed.

James Han.

“There were stone monuments with this inscription carved at all the locations where inheritances were hidden.”

The exact same inscription as the monument in Littlefield.

“Have you figured out what the star mentioned here refers to?”

“…Personally, I think it might be a goal.”

A life goal.

Since life goals are often metaphorically referred to as stars.

Lynch interpreted that James Han wanted his mentally unstable descendants, the descendants who found the inheritance, to find their star through the inheritance.

“What about the descendants?”

“He had two children, Alex Han and Christina Han, but…”

Alex Han died in a traffic accident, and Christina Han died from drug addiction. The evaluation of both during their lifetimes was not very good.

“Currently, the only remaining blood relative is Alex Han’s son, whose name is John Han. His whereabouts have been unconfirmed since he crossed into Mexico through San Diego 7 years ago.”

John Han, who disappeared in Tijuana right next to the San Diego border.

“John?”

Johann furrows his brow.

Why is that? It’s such a common name, yet his heart pounds and he feels drawn to it.

“This is the person.”

Thud!

“Ah…”

Johann’s eyes waver.

His head shakes, his body shakes.

It’s a face he knows.

It’s an unforgettable face.

7 years ago, at the Rose Bowl Flea Market in LA, the face of the man among the people he had presumed to be his parents at the time.

‘I see…’

Now he understands why he was drawn to James Han.

Now he understands why everyone he met said they looked exactly alike.

‘James Han was… my great-grandfather.’

His roots, his bloodline.

The star that James Han left behind, the library, was also passed down to him.

Rumble!

As if confirming this, his body shakes inside.

His soul shakes.

The library is responding.

“Johann?”

“…Phew. You said he disappeared in Tijuana?”

“He was witnessed heading from Tijuana to Ensenada, but…”

“Then it would be safe to assume he’s dead.”

“The probability is high.”

Perhaps it’s because he had already decided 7 years ago not to acknowledge them as his parents, and also because he had accepted Larry and Ada as his father and mother.

Even though the possibility of their deaths was mentioned, he feels no emotion.

‘Maybe it’s because I was sick after meeting them back then.’

Johann rubs his complicated head and checks the next documents.

“A villa?”

“It’s a farm in a tributary of the Rocky Mountains.”

Flinch!

‘This is the place.’

His instinct cries out.

This is where his parents abandoned him.

This is where he wandered and met the Wolf Mother.

It was the moment his destination after returning home was decided.

Bzzzz! Bzzzz!

“Just a moment. Yes, Mr. Barber.”

-Are you available to talk now? I’d like to recommend the talent you requested back then…

At just the right time, someone to manage the inheritance of James Han, the being presumed to be his great-grandfather, was also decided.

* * *

Whirrr!

LAX International Airport where planes take off and land.

Johann, who had been walking heavily, sighs and looks at Rick.

“I’m fine, I tell you.”

Johann had developed a fever from that evening after learning about James Han and was sick for two days.

Afterwards, the Europe schedule was completely canceled, and Rick developed a habit of monitoring Johann’s physical condition.

“…Yes.”

‘Tsk.’

“I’m sorry, Camila. Because of me…”

“Oh, no!”

It was disappointing, but she had already been feeling physical and mental limits anyway. If Johann hadn’t fallen ill first, she might have collapsed first.

If that had happened, she wouldn’t have been able to lift her head from guilt.

“Then let’s go out.”

Swoosh!

Click! Click! Click!

“Johann, please look this way!”

“You canceled all your Europe schedules and came back – did you get hurt while saving the young girl in Hong Kong?!”

“What did they say at the hospital!”

“Did you catch an endemic disease in the Arab Emirates?!

Thankfully they were making their own assumptions, but his fever that hadn’t yet subsided felt like it was boiling again.

After the reporters left first and Camila followed.

Emily, who had rushed over, unusually doesn’t hug him and looks at him with teary eyes.

She wraps a blanket around his body and tries to put a cooling patch on his head.

“L-let’s go home quickly.”

Johann smiles gently and pats her shoulder, then looks at Larry and Ada.

Larry and Ada’s faces were rigidly hardened. They had heard about the circumstances of Johann’s illness, that he seemed to have found blood relatives.

“Are you okay?”

“No.”

His head is hot, his body aches, and he feels chilly.

Just taking one step makes sweat bead up.

The shock seemed to be greater than Johann himself had thought.

The fact that James Han was his great-grandfather, that his parents abandoned him in the Rocky Mountains.

Among various other facts.

Remembering one of them, Johann stares at Larry with shaking eyes.

“You won’t rest, right?”

“…Yeah.”

If he rests now, there would be no reason for canceling the Europe schedule.

And there’s something Larry needs to know too.

“Alright, let’s go.”

“Yeah.”

Since the purchase of the Tacoma mansion wasn’t finished yet, they’d go to the villa.

They went back inside LAX International Airport.

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