The Chairman of Pharmaceutical Company is a Poison King - Chapter 119

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Chapter 119: We’re Going Too

The mana rejection syndrome treatment, MRC, invented by Taehong Bio of the Samhan Empire.

The entire world rejoiced together.

Humanity’s great progress, praise and acclaim poured forth.

Everyone focused their attention on the Samhan Empire.

Treatment orders flooding in like a tide.

More than Taehong Bio’s sales team could handle.

It far exceeded the scope of work for a single company.

How could they handle it when kings, presidents, and prime ministers from various countries were directly ordering treatments?

So the imperial government was handling the treatment order operations on their behalf.

Competition between nations was fierce.

Please, more treatments, faster, with higher priority.

The seller held the absolute position of power, while the buyer was subordinate.

This is what national prestige elevation looks like.

All of this was possible because Taehong Bio’s Chairman Kim Tae-ju was a citizen of the Samhan Empire.

But then a mage terrorist attack occurred in Paju?

At the very place where the factory had just been completed and set up for mass production of MRC?

The empire was turned upside down.

Combat units were deployed by imperial decree.

‘Protect the MRC factories in Paju, Gurye, and New Seoul.’

The Jiri Mountain Defense Unit was urgently dispatched to Gurye.

The New Seoul factory was the same, with strict defensive posture.

If troops were insufficient, personnel were pulled from the pioneer units.

And National Intelligence Service agents flew by helicopter to Paju where the incident occurred.

“Those damn bastards! Mage scum!”

Chief Moon Gyeong-sik of the National Intelligence Service burst into profanity as soon as he saw the scattered corpses of mages. Then he looked at Tae-ju.

“Ch-Chairman! Are you injured anywhere?”

“No, you came quickly.”

“I’m truly sorry. We were too complacent in our response…”

Even if they hadn’t been complacent, it couldn’t be helped.

How do you catch mages who are determined to hide and infiltrate?

“Chief, there’s something I’d like to request.”

“Please tell me anything. I’ll handle it with top priority.”

“I need detailed information about an organization called the European Black Mafia.”

“Ah! So these bastards were…?”

“That’s right. Black Mafia, or likely a subordinate organization.”

“I’ll sweep through everything down to the bottom and bring it to you.”

Information would soon come from the National Intelligence Service.

Tae-ju held Ilisambaeyi in his arms and left the crime scene with Jeong Yeon-hee.

“You’ll probably need to renovate the hotel rooftop.”

“Ah! Was it badly damaged?”

“Hmm, it was very hot, you see.”

The magic Edward unleashed at the end.

Hellfire, the flames of hell.

Actually, it would have been dangerous without the protective charm.

He wouldn’t have died, but he might have suffered burns all over his body.

The Emperor also called directly.

In a very cautious voice.

– Are you alright?

“Don’t worry. There won’t be any disruption to treatment production.”

– Haha, I’m not calling about the treatment right now… Anyway, I heard it was related to the Black Mafia.

“Do you know anything about them?”

– Not much. But I’ll call Emperor Aleks directly. Tell him to root them out completely.

“Hmm, if you stir things up like that, won’t they just hide?”

– Don’t worry. Aleks, that guy isn’t someone to be taken lightly either.

“Tell him to be careful. These aren’t opponents to underestimate. You remember, right? At the Barun wheat farm.”

– Ah! So those guys can also do it without awakening marks?

“Yes. The way it works is…”

Tae-ju explained in detail to the Emperor the information he had learned from his fight with Edward.

He also advised to avoid direct confrontation if possible.

– Oh right! Subspace bags arrived from the American Republic. Billy Pittman prepared 2 of them. I’ll send Suho to deliver them.

Two of them?

– Originally, they were hinting that they’d like you to come to the American Republic, but I just told them to send a plane too.

“Thank you.”

– Billy earnestly asked for you to visit sometime.

“Why?”

– Well, he must have a purpose. Maybe to show off his friendship with you and recover the approval ratings that fell due to the copycat drug incident.

That level of lip service wasn’t something he couldn’t provide.

‘I should visit there too.’

But not now.

Once MRC production gets on track.

And after securing sufficient quantities of heavenly flowers.

Danggumak was constantly delivering heavenly flowers, filling the shared warehouse and subspace items to the brim.

Zzzirrrrr.

Like this.

‘It’s here.’

Shared warehouse exchange time.

The items to send this time were electric carts and various other vehicles, as well as generators.

He heard that electricity consumption in the Immortal Realm was rapidly increasing these days.

So despite being busy, he had prepared electric generators processed with elite crystals in advance.

‘I’ll include the amusement park blueprints too.’

The so-called Seon-gye World plan.

He gladly participated.

If the heavenly people could enjoy themselves happily there, what couldn’t he do?

Of course, it wouldn’t be exactly the same as Earth’s amusement rides.

They would make them as similar as possible though.

Since the immortals had their magical arts.

Things like carousels would be easy to make.

However, roller coasters like the Blue Dragon Express or large attractions seemed beyond their capabilities.

If he could, he’d like to tear them out whole and send them over.

Anyway, he safely sent the items.

Now to prepare for the second shipment.

* * *

Black Tower, the Black Mage Tower.

Originally, 5 elders would gather to hold meetings, but now there were only 3.

Edward had left for the Samhan Empire, and Carmen had gone to meet that person, so the remaining elders were Matsumoto, Yonson, and Abraham.

“Have you been well, Abraham?”

“Unfortunately, the situation is not very good. Treatment reservations for mana rejecters are being cancelled one after another.”

Abraham was a black mage skilled in summoning magic, who had mainly been in charge of treating mana rejecters.

Of course, the main purpose was to dominate subjects through treatment.

“Let’s be patient a little longer. If Elder Edward takes care of that bastard, the treatment production might be halted.”

“Elder Yonson is right. We’ll hear news soon.”

“Elder Matsumoto, have you increased the army numbers somewhat?”

“So-so. Regular corpses are easy to secure, but the supply of suitable candidates and Awakened corpses has drastically decreased.”

Matsumoto’s role was refining undead legions.

Yonson was managing the various city branches under the Black Mafia.

“What’s the cause of the decreased corpse supply?”

“It’s because of the medicine developed by Taehong Bio. They just won’t die.”

“Ah! You mean that new drug called Taehong Recovery Agent?”

“Yes, because of that, the death rate in monster raids has drastically decreased.”

“Sigh, once again it’s that damn Kim Tae-ju.”

“We should have cut off the sprout from the beginning.”

Suddenly!

The conference room door burst open and Carmen entered with an urgent expression.

She was in charge of communicating with that person and operating the Black Tower.

“Elder Carmen, you’ve arrived?”

“Welcome.”

“…Your expression isn’t bright. Don’t tell me that person scolded you?”

Carmen spoke in a sunken voice.

“From now on, I’ll relay that person’s instructions on their behalf.”

The elders straightened their postures.

“Stop all current missions and work, and go into hiding. Absolutely do not communicate with the outside.”

“…What?”

“No, why?”

“Really?”

Everyone had expressions of disbelief.

“Elder Matsumoto.”

“…Please speak.”

“The undead legion is in Paris, right?”

“That’s correct. I’ve hidden them in the underground cemetery catacombs.”

“Stop additional undead refining, and destroy things like zombies and skeletons. Keep only ghoul-level and above, since we need to prepare to move soon.”

“Ah, understood.”

Carmen’s instructions continued.

“Elder Yonson, gather all the black mages from the Black Mafia branch personnel.”

“Yes. I’ll do that.”

Abraham asked.

“What should I do?”

“You’ll help me organize the Black Tower. We’ll burn all documents and sell the building too.”

“…The magic tower?”

“A magic tower can be rebuilt anytime. Right now we need to do other things. We need to secure funds.”

“Wh-why exactly?”

Their expressions showed they had no idea of the reason.

It was one thing to stop their current business, but to sell even the magic tower?

“What about Edward? Isn’t he in the Samhan Empire?”

“He’s dead. Don’t worry about him.”

“Huh?”

“What…?”

The elders doubted their ears.

Edward is dead?

“No way?”

“That’s right. He was killed by Kim Tae-ju.”

“Uh…”

It was shocking.

Edward, a 7th class combat-type black mage who was more skilled than anyone at curse spells and attack spells?

“Anyway, we need to proceed with the ritual.”

“…Ri-ritual?”

“That’s right. We’re going to start a war.”

“Ah.”

What’s needed to proceed with the great black magic ritual.

Human blood and souls. And in large quantities.

To secure a satisfactory amount, naturally only war would do.

“The Samhan Empire?”

“No, that’s too large in scale. In a small-scale country where we can operate. For example…”

Carmen pointed to a location on the world map hanging on the wall.

“This place.”

“Ah!”

The Moscow Kingdom.

That place would be possible.

Since there were seeds planted there, they could start an artificial war easily.

“Then it would be a civil war.”

“That’s right. There’s conflict between republicans and royalists, and the national territory range and population are moderate, so it’s a place we can easily control.”

War and ritual were suddenly decided.

But what exactly is the reason for proceeding so urgently?

Suddenly, one assumption arose in the elders’ minds.

‘Could it be…’

‘That can’t be.’

‘That’s nonsense.’

It was an impious thought.

There’s no way that person, who was like a great being, would be wary of a mere pharmaceutical company chairman.

* * *

Hwangcheon-gye, Eophwagung.

Yama along with various magistrates, Chasa, and Saja were gathered holding a registry meeting.

Thick smoke was rising.

Most Hwangcheon-gye administrators were heavy smokers.

Well, when the bastards you see every day are evil spirits… the mental fatigue is indescribable. You have to smoke cigarettes to relieve it.

“The deceased brought by the Saja today… total 85,678 people.”

“Fewer than expected.”

“Among these, 3 will ascend to Cheon-gye as Cheonin, 788 evil spirits will fall to hell, and the rest will move to the Realm of the Buddhas for reincarnation.”

Most of the deceased reincarnate again.

Because souls are also energy and don’t disappear.

“Tsk tsk, Cheon-gye is so vast, but the number of increasing Cheonin is just a trickle.”

Therefore, Cheonin are precious.

Does just anyone become a Cheonin?

Hwangcheon-gye administrators also love Cheonin more than anyone.

Yama is the same.

After dealing with only ugly evil spirit bastards all the time, seeing Cheonin naturally brings a smile.

“Chasa, quickly complete the registry and pass it to the Pangwan Department, and magistrates prepare for trials.”

“Yes!”

Yama, who was presiding over the registry meeting, was puffing on his long pipe tobacco while deeply absorbed in something.

It keeps coming to mind.

The upper realm representatives’ meeting held at Cheon-gye’s Jamigung.

The clothes Taesang Nogoon wore, his shoes, the bag he carried, the cigarettes he smoked, and the strange-sounding lighter.

‘This is driving me crazy.’

Elegance was overflowing from every detail.

Every single action was stylish.

Strange artifacts from another world.

He wanted to experience them himself.

‘Should I go to the Immortal Realm right now?’

With what excuse?

At the representatives’ meeting, he had grilled Taesang Nogoon and Seo Wang-mo relentlessly.

Besides, he had no money to buy anything.

‘There are many Cheonin there too, right?’

The Cheonin were said to be freely enjoying artifacts from other worlds, using Immortal Realm flowers as currency.

Of course, the Immortals used Seon-do Peaches.

But Hwangcheon-gye had nothing.

No currency to buy things from other worlds.

Right at that moment!

Scratch, scratch, scratch.

‘Hm?’

What’s that sound?

Yama looked toward where the sound was coming from.

It was Gangrim Chasa.

‘What’s that supposed to be?’

The Chasas and Pangwans were all busy writing records and judgment documents, smoothly writing with brushes dipped in ink.

But Gangrim Chasa?

He was writing with a short black stick that had a sharp metal tip instead of brush bristles?

And every time he moved his hand, a silver bracelet on his wrist was briefly visible. It looked like the wristwatch Taesang Nogoon had been wearing.

‘This bastard…’

No doubt about it.

Yama frowned as much as possible and shouted.

“Hey! Gangrim!”

“…Yes?”

“You bastard, get over here right now.”

“Why, why?”

“What? Are you rebelling?”

“No, no sir.”

Gangrim hurriedly ran over and stood before Yama in a disciplined military posture.

“You, what’s that?”

“…This? It’s called a fountain pen…”

“Bring it here. Take off what you’re wearing on your wrist too!”

“Uh, the watch is ex, expensive.”

“Want to die? Should I assign you to rotating shifts in Muganjok?”

“Here…”

Gangrim sighed deeply and handed over the fountain pen and wristwatch to Yama.

“You went to the Immortal Realm, didn’t you?”

“Only briefly during my days off.”

“What money did you use to buy this?”

“Well, that… Dok-seon gave it to me as a gift.”

It was received through a deal with Dok-seon, but he could never reveal the details.

“So you’ve been enjoying the sweet life all by yourself? Selfish bastard. Hey! Hold this guy so he can’t move!”

“Huh?”

The Pangwans stepped forward and grabbed Gangrim’s arms.

“Begin the body search.”

“Yes!”

Then various items came tumbling out.

Candy, chocolate, cigarette packs, and even disposable lighters.

“Well, well!”

I knew it.

The Hwangcheon-gye officials also showed curious expressions.

“Your Majesty, what is this?”

“Is it edible?”

“Are these the artifacts from other worlds we’ve only heard about?”

Yama took out a cigarette from the pack Gangrim had been carrying and put it in his mouth.

Then he handed the disposable lighter to Gangrim.

“Try lighting it.”

“Yes, yes, I understand.”

Click!

Flare!

Sizzle!

Yama took a deep drag.

“Inhale, puff…”

Yes, this was the taste.

It was much smoother than the harsh tobacco from traditional pipes.

Then the Pangwans and Chasas nearby sniffed curiously, showing interest.

“Is that tobacco?”

“Seems like it.”

“Hehe, first time seeing it.”

“The smell is nice.”

“Your Majesty, could I have just one puff…”

“Is this safe to eat?”

Yama was annoyed with Gangrim.

This bastard had been enjoying all this by himself?

“Gangrim.”

“Yes.”

“Do you know what your crime is?”

“…I don’t know?”

“Should I enlighten you?”

“No, no sir.”

Yama made up his mind.

Since it had come to this, there was no need to worry about Sangje and the Dragon King’s reactions.

I’m going too.

“I’ll give you a chance to repent. You’re close with Dok-seon, right?”

“We’re acquainted.”

“Then try negotiating with Dok-seon.”

“Negotiate?”

“Yes, ask if there’s anything Hwangcheon-gye has that they need, like Seondo or Cheon-gye flowers. We can’t just sit here twiddling our thumbs forever.”

“Ah!”

I understand what you mean.

His Majesty Yama also wants to go to the Immortal Realm Multiplex.

With a wallet full of money.

But what should I propose?

Is there anything useful for Hwangcheon-gye?

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