Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 216
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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 216
55. Freshman
“Writer!”
A small office somewhere in Dar es Salaam.
Tanga frowns as he enters.
Several people inside the office burst into laughter at his expression.
“Accept it. Who told you to become so famous?”
Tanga’s face hardens as he extends his hand toward the approaching White Middle-aged Man.
“Code name…”
“Let’s not ask about that stuff. Just call me John.”
This was the CIA Tanzania branch. Originally, it was a place Tanga should never have come to, and shouldn’t even know the location of.
The two moved to a small space inside the office.
“I saw the photos. You took them well, didn’t you?”
The Saint’s Miracle.
The photo captured Johann at the Mtendeli refugee camp the moment groundwater burst forth, showing him smiling while looking at the water column shooting up with an adult man and boy draped over both his arms.
Not only this, but countless other photos received tremendous acclaim – Johann urgently shouting for people to evacuate before the groundwater erupted, him personally building houses for refugees to live in, directing workers and volunteers, sweating profusely while massaging elderly people in a village inside Kigosi National Park, playing with children, and many more.
With slight exaggeration, you could say all of Tanzania’s citizens had seen those photos.
They were even sold worldwide. To famous newspapers and media outlets around the globe like BBC, New York Times, Die Welt, Asahi Shimbun, and others.
Tanga was currently a very hot photographer.
“Drink.”
“I’ll drink it well.”
Tanga downed the cold coffee John offered in one gulp.
The expression disappeared from John’s face.
“You think your identity has been exposed?”
“Here it is.”
Tanga held out a USB that had arrived by delivery a few days ago.
“I ran all the tests, but there were no tracking devices or viruses.”
But the contents were too shocking. That’s why he reported it and was summoned to the CIA Tanzania branch like this.
‘Actually, I’m not even sure if this is really the branch.’
It could be a fake location set up to detect any surveillance that might be following him or to determine whether he had defected.
“Let’s see and judge for ourselves.”
John connected the USB to a laptop on the table that was connected to various machines.
Whirrrr!
The machines and laptop started up with loud noise.
‘It’s clean.’
The Branch Manager smiled broadly.
“You know this is all standard procedure, right? Now shall we look at the materials the anonymous informant provided?”
Click!
The moment he clicked on the document file, John clicked his tongue.
Everything About Al-Shabaab.
A document with an ominous title from the very first page.
After reading through it, he let out a hollow laugh.
It was packed with information even their CIA didn’t know – current locations and movements of Al-Shabaab from top leaders to low-level members, branch locations, armament status, sympathizers within Somalia, the cause of the failed 2013 Mogadishu surprise operation, and the route through which information had leaked.
“It seems Johann Jefferson has an intelligence source helping him.”
And it must be an intelligence organization with phenomenal capabilities.
Otherwise, such materials wouldn’t have been delivered to Tanga so soon after the incident with Johann Jefferson.
‘It could really be a coincidence, but…’
In any case, what was certain was that whoever provided this information was greatly angered and wanted Al-Shabaab erased from this world.
‘Damn it, it aligns perfectly with American interests.’
This meant America had no choice but to act.
“Good work. I’ll handle this material.”
“When do I return to Langley?”
An agent whose identity was exposed could no longer work in the field. They had no choice but to return to headquarters and live as office workers for life or retire.
“I haven’t saved enough money to retire yet…”
“Oh, that? Just keep living as you are.”
“…What?”
“You’ve become too famous to bring back to Langley. The order is to have you continue operating as a key agent.”
With the Saint’s Miracle photos, Tanga could now go anywhere in the world without arousing suspicion.
Tanga could even enter a dictator’s palace if the timing and circumstances were right. The CIA wasn’t stupid enough to let such an opportunity slip by.
“Instead, your salary, bonuses, and other guaranteed benefits have increased like this.”
“Oh… Ah, what does headquarters think about Johann’s tendencies?”
“That’s not something you need to know.”
“Ah, yes.”
Tanga licked his lips and his eyes lit up seeing his salary had increased nearly fourfold.
As expected of the CIA. They were never stingy when it came to money.
* * *
Johann Jefferson Decides on College! Which University and Department Did He Apply To?!
Rustle!
“Obviously Juilliard, Berklee, or Curtis.”
-Fly Me to the Moon!
A quiet pub where jazz echoed.
A gentle-looking White Man in His 40s folded his newspaper and tilted his beer glass.
“Why? It could be Ivy League too.”
Considering he developed the early version of Star Light that made Raytheon and Boeing’s stock prices soar, it could also be MIT, Stanford, or Caltech.
At the Black Man’s words, the White Middle-aged Man shrugged.
“Whatever. Wherever.”
It was a story unrelated to them.
“Well, that’s true… Boss, where do you think Johann will go?”
“I vote for theology.”
“Oh! That makes sense.”
He was a member of the Order of Saint Sylvester, called the Wolf Knight, and recently known as the Saint of Tanzania.
It was quite possible.
No, the Catholic Vatican and Christian organizations were probably already actively recruiting him. Christian groups would do anything to bring in a saint.
“Hmm. No wait. If he hasn’t forgotten about discovering the gold coins left by Norton I, he might choose archaeology.”
“I say CalArts or AAU.”
California Institute of the Arts and Academy of Art University in San Francisco.
“Johann’s drawing skills are art.”
Everyone looked puzzled at the Hispanic Employee’s words.
“Johann was the one who drew ‘The World the Stars of Silver Lake Watch Over’! Not Robert Burton or Jamie Valin!”
‘The World the Stars of Silver Lake Watch Over’ revitalized the Hispanic concentrated area of Silver Lake and became one of LA’s representative landmarks.
“Oh, that story again?”
“Wow, this is driving me crazy! I saw it with my own eyes! Johann commanding Robert Burton and Jamie Valin! Then the Victory of Nike by Lewis & Boris and Rocky Management’s lobby…”
“Yeah, yeah. Let’s say that’s true.”
“You blind, deaf fools!”
“This kid talking to customers like that!”
“Aaaah!”
The three men burst into laughter at the sight of the server running away frantically.
Then the owner continues speaking while looking at the white middle-aged man.
“Aren’t you going to check it out? I heard officials from various universities are gathered in front of that mansion in Beverly Hills.”
“No thanks. There’s no chance anyway.”
“Why? You must have heard the rumors about how many models and actors debuted with photos taken by Johann, right?”
Flinch!
It wasn’t just rumors – he had seen the actual results himself.
“If he’s going to choose photography, he’d go to Art Center.”
ArtCenter College of Design located in Pasadena, California.
Art Center is considered the top university for photography majors among all universities in California, or even the entire Western United States.
“If he leaves California, he’d go to School of Visual Arts in New York or New York State University.”
“Oh? A proud UCLA professor praising other schools?”
“Well, what else can I say?”
The department he’s in charge of is just a specialized subject within Studio Art in the Fine Arts department.
The photography major that’s always barely filled its quota, overshadowed by major and famous programs like painting, sculpture, and drawing, and has been consistently under-enrolled for the past two years.
“I’m just an associate professor who’s inferior to someone like you.”
“…Drink up.”
“Yes.”
“This round’s on me… Hmm? I think my phone’s ringing?”
Bzzzz! Bzzzz!
Indeed it was. His phone, placed face down, was vibrating furiously.
“Why is this guy calling?”
“Who is it?”
“The dean.”
“Crazy! Answer it quickly!”
“Alright, alright. Yes. I answered the phone.”
-What kind of magic did you work! What did you offer him that he specifically wants to take only your classes-!
“…Excuse me, but have you been drinking?”
-Hahaha! Yes! That’s when your personality shined! That nasty personality that picks fights with everyone!
“Should I call 911?”
-Johann! Johann Jefferson!
“…?”
-Johann Jefferson said he wants to take your classes! And he didn’t even apply to other universities! He only applied to our UCLA Fine Arts department-!
“…”
“What? What’s he saying?”
“Nothing much. The dean has finally gotten into drugs.”
That was the only way this could make sense.
* * *
It wasn’t music or acting! The saint chose photography!
The winner is UCLA!
UCLA Fine Arts department application rate increased by 500 percent!
-The dean was very disappointed.
So was the chancellor.
Johann smacks his lips at Professor Richard’s words from Stanford University’s Neurology department.
“What about you, Professor?”
-I’m disappointed you didn’t come to medical school!
Johann was born with a brain that should definitely go to medical school.
It was very disappointing and regrettable that he chose a different path instead of the great and noble path of saving human lives.
“Haha. I’m sorry for not meeting your expectations.”
The external investment that proceeded on the condition of advancing to Stanford after graduation.
Of course, there had been talk that just making a gesture of considering Stanford would be sufficient, so the investment could continue without problems, but Professor Richard, who truly hoped Johann would advance to Stanford, couldn’t hide his disappointment.
-Well, there’s still graduate school left, so it’s fine.
Graduate school, where you can choose a major completely unrelated to your undergraduate major.
Richard – no, Stanford University – had no intention of giving up on Johann.
‘I’m not going to graduate school though.’
He had seen and heard too much to advance to graduate school.
“Haha.”
-Today’s orientation day, right? Do well, and I pray you’ll enjoy your college life satisfactorily.
“Thank you.”
Johann clicks his tongue after ending the call.
“Cardinal Levada, the President of Saint Mary’s College…”
Saint Mary’s College established by a Catholic foundation. He had also received contacts from Protestant universities and theology department deans.
Thud thud!
“Huh?”
Johann’s eyes widen when he spots Emily coming down the stairs.
“Johann, how do I look?!”
Silk underwear-like shorts that came up almost to the end of her thighs and a see-through shirt that clearly showed her black underwear.
“Go change.”
“…Why! I need to crush everyone’s spirits!”
With her figure, looks, and wealth.
It was the Economics department where the most notable kids in California gathered.
Moreover, they said there would be water activities at today’s orientation. To stand out, she had to wear something like this.
“I told you to change.”
“Ugh, seriously!”
As Emily went upstairs with a scrunched face, Johann clicked his tongue.
“Showing off all her legs?”
Since they had started living together, he absolutely couldn’t let her be seen like that.
* * *
Chatter chatter!
“Do you know how to get here?”
“Wow! I’m looking for that place too!”
“Oh…”
UCLA’s campus where about 4,000 new students wander around with bewildered eyes, not knowing where to go.
The BMW SUV carrying Johann moves slowly forward.
“Oh, there are a lot of people.”
“…”
Emily just makes a sullen expression even at Johann’s words. It was because she had to change not just her bottoms but also her top to something completely modest.
“Ah, that must be where the Economics department is gathering. Call me when you’re done. I love you.”
“You’re mean.”
Bang!
Emily glares and roughly closes the door before leaving, making Johann chuckle as he moves to find the Fine Arts department.
“That must be it over there…”
Johann’s expression becomes strange as he stops speaking.
“Oh. Hmm.”
Johann, who parked nearby, pulls down his cap as he gets out. He erases his presence with ‘The One Who Became a Star’.
“Hmm. As expected, I’m dressed the best.”
A male student wearing a red shirt and green pants.
“This must be the right place, right? What if it’s not?”
An Asian female student dressed neatly in a white blouse and black skirt with her hair pinned up with a pencil, as if she came for a job interview at a company.
“This is the Art Department!”
A chubby male student wearing a blue jacket, jeans, and even a blue shirt, his eyes sparkling.
“Yaaawn!”
A female student wearing an apron splattered with paint here and there, her hair roughly tied up, as if she had been working yesterday too.
‘I guess this is what you’d call an art school. Everyone’s overflowing with identity.’
Johann looks at his own outfit.
‘Was my preparation insufficient?’
A beige shirt and black slacks.
Looking at his classmates, he wonders if he blends in too much.
“Isn’t Johann Jefferson really annoying?”
‘Oh?’
Criticism he feels like he hasn’t heard in a long time.
Johann approached a sharp-featured woman wearing a sweatshirt with the UCLA logo and a skirt.
“Right. Really annoying. In the end, he chose it because photography looked easy.”
When the blonde woman chimed in, Annie, the woman who had started criticizing Johann, snorted.
“I bet he’ll barely attend school and then go around bragging that he’s an artist once he gets his degree?”
And he’ll hold a solo exhibition with a few casually taken photos, and register as a member of photography associations that other people can only dream of joining.
The associations will welcome him with open arms and give him certifications.
“Then those empty-headed bitches called Wolfie will worship him as a photographer!”
“Right, right. Ugh, I really hate it. What kind of resolve and effort have we put in, but he…!”
When people around were either frowning or agreeing with their words.
“You crazy bitch!”
Grab!
A woman suddenly jumps out and grabs Annie and her friend by the hair.
“Kyaaah!”
‘What?!’
Johann, who was about to step forward before more words could come out, gaped in shock.
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