The Chairman of Pharmaceutical Company is a Poison King - Chapter 124

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Chapter 124: What’s Inside the Vault?

Outside is still quiet.

It would take time for the anti-military dictatorship resistance forces, including Maung Shan, to come charging in.

Inside the base, Ilisambaeyi was going around disbanding the dictator’s subordinate soldiers.

Just scaring them and making them run away.

Among the soldiers, there would be some who voluntarily pledged loyalty to the military, and others who had no choice but to join due to threats.

Separating the wheat from the chaff was something the new government could handle on their own.

Tae-ju cut a square hole in the underground vault door, large enough for a person to enter, then went inside.

“Wow…”

The interior was so spacious it left his mouth agape.

The size was beyond estimation.

As expected, the scale of a dictator’s vault exceeded imagination.

The scene visible upon entering the vault.

Various bundles of bills were stacked in cube shapes.

Getting closer, he saw they were all high-denomination bills – American Republic dollars, European Empire euros, Samhan Empire won…

There was more besides cash.

Various bonds and securities, bundles of papers of unknown identity.

‘This isn’t even a bank vault.’

Let’s hand these over to the new government of the Republic of Burma.

They’ll put them to good use.

Whether dictatorship or revolution, nothing can be done without money.

Anyway, cash was piled in the center of the vault, and around it were rooms with doors.

Fortunately, each door was open.

Tae-ju roughly picked a room and went inside.

‘Is this room’s theme fashion?’

Like a department store luxury goods section, numerous high-end bags, shoes, wallets and other accessories were nicely displayed.

There were items even Tae-ju couldn’t afford.

The kind of luxury goods you could only receive a year after ordering.

‘I should sweep everything up.’

They’re luxury items anyway.

Leaving them behind wouldn’t help with running the country.

‘I won’t need to go to department stores for a while.’

There were many women’s items as well as men’s.

From what he heard, Min Tanu alone had dozens of lovers – these were probably for them.

Leaving the luxury goods room for the next room…

‘Right, for a secret vault in name, I was wondering why I hadn’t seen any.’

Gleaming gold bars.

There were hundreds of them.

However, he didn’t feel much greed.

Gold prices weren’t what they used to be.

What kind of world is it these days?

The standard of currency value had long changed from the gold standard to the crystal standard.

Of course, gold still retained its intrinsic value.

‘I’ll pass on the gold bars too.’

The next room had jewelry and accessories like watches.

Rings, necklaces, earrings, watches showing off brilliant radiance…

Small in size, expensive, and perfect.

‘Oh! Jackpot.’

I should gather everything and send it all to the Immortal Realm.

It was truly incredible.

Just what he’d confirmed so far was enough to buy a small kingdom.

‘The more I think about it, what a bastard he was.’

Min Tanu, the triple crown winner of dictator, discriminator, and corrupt wealth accumulator.

That’s just what’s visible – digging deeper might reveal more.

In fact, the people of the Republic of Burma weren’t well off.

With the middle class collapsed, everyone except some wealthy people was poor.

But Burma wasn’t originally a poor country either.

A country with a large population, oil reserves, and developed agriculture.

Because of Min Tanu, that bastard, the country was in this state.

Among dictators, was there even one bastard who truly cared for their country?

Just talking about national interest while using law as a tool to oppress innocent opposition, and turning a blind eye to crimes committed by those on their side.

This is what happens when power is given to those without qualifications.

Anyway, the next room.

‘This is… elixirs?’

They were nicely collected.

In glass display cases, mana enhancement drugs – elixirs from various countries – were displayed in protective cases.

Along with certificates verifying their authenticity.

‘I’ll leave the elixirs too.’

The quality isn’t even good, so why would I take them?

The adjacent room was an equipment warehouse.

Various armor and weapons like swords, spears, etc.

Among them were some really expensive elite equipment.

‘I’ll pass on everything.’

Tae-ju decided not to touch any cash, gold bars, or elixirs and equipment needed for raids.

Because they would be necessary items when Burma’s regime changed.

Instead, he selectively gathered only rare and overpriced luxury items.

‘But is this all there is?’

He’d looked around all the vault rooms…

It felt like he might have missed something.

Wait!

‘Hmm?’

Tae-ju stopped in front of a wall with nothing on it.

A familiar energy was flowing from beyond it.

‘A wall…’

Tae-ju knocked on the wall with his hand.

Tap tap, here and there, tap tap tap, tap tap!

But?

Tap tap thud thud.

‘The sound is different.’

There’s something inside.

Suddenly.

Whirr!

An electronic device with a camera suddenly protruded from the wall.

‘An eye recognition system?’

Certain.

There’s a secret room beyond the wall.

I can just cut through and enter.

Taking out Manribibeom again.

Swoosh!

After pushing it in.

Scrape, scrape scrape.

Cut it to the right size.

“Heave.”

He entered through the cut hole.

It was quite a large room.

‘A secret room inside the safe…’

It seemed like an office space.

There was a desk in the center, and on top of it was one sturdy-looking thick laptop.

And on the display shelf by the wall…

‘Elite mana crystals?’

So this is where he hid them.

How many are there?

Roughly counting, about 100 or so.

He had collected quite a lot.

‘Hmm.’

This is a dilemma.

Should I take them all?

Though they belong to a dictator, in a way they’re the Republic of Burma’s property.

‘Still, I did take care of the dictator…’

Of course, I did take the luxury goods and jewels and such.

I’ve decided.

Let’s take them.

Not all of them, but split 50-50.

‘Who gets 5? Obviously… I get 5.’

The more elite mana crystals, the better.

‘When the amusement park is built in the Immortal Realm, it’ll need tons of electricity.’

A portable generator can’t handle that kind of output.

Eventually, we’ll need proper power generation facilities.

Tae-ju had that in mind too.

A small power plant for the Immortal Realm.

For that, we need more elite mana crystals.

Finally, the desk.

He opened the drawers.

‘Nothing special.’

Just full of miscellaneous items.

Then what about the laptop?

‘Should I turn it on?’

Why bother?

What would I do with it?

‘No, let’s try it.’

Honestly, he was curious.

Is this an ordinary place?

A thick safe, and even inside that, a secret room accessible only through an iris recognition system, with a laptop inside.

He couldn’t help but be curious about what was in here.

Tae-ju opened the laptop and turned it on.

Would it be password protected?

‘As expected, it was.’

The power wouldn’t turn on.

The button itself required fingerprint recognition.

What on earth could be inside?

Since I’ve come this far, let’s go all the way.

Tae-ju took the laptop and went back to the room where he had gathered dictator Min Tanu and his associates.

“Are you okay?”

Min Tanu was still lying on the floor, gasping for breath.

The others had lost consciousness and hadn’t woken up yet.

“Huff, gasp, you, you…”

“Shh! Let me borrow your finger.”

“…What? Ah, that, that is?”

Min Tanu looked at the laptop in Tae-ju’s hand and was startled, his eyes widening.

“Why so surprised? Did you store porn on it?”

“No, you can’t.”

“I can!”

“You damn bastard…”

“Ah, geez, so talkative.”

Tap, tap tap.

Tae-ju pressed Min Tanu’s pressure point.

Now he finally went quiet.

Then he brought the man’s finger to the laptop’s fingerprint recognition device.

Beep!

The laptop turned on.

“…Hmm.”

The desktop that appeared.

There was exactly one program icon.

Click.

When he clicked it

[Please position your face directly in front of the webcam camera for facial recognition.]

‘Facial recognition?’

This must be another security device.

How many layers is this now?

The safe, the secret room, fingerprint recognition, and facial recognition.

Tae-ju quickly lowered the laptop.

Then he grabbed the back of Min Tanu’s head as his eyes rolled around frantically and forced him to look at the laptop screen.

[Confirmed. Welcome to Deep World, member A1153.]

‘Deep World? What is this now…’

That’s when it happened.

Pop, pop pop pop!

Several windows automatically opened.

It was a kind of web browser.

Posts mainly in English, with tags in front of the titles.

Job seeking, job posting, for sale, wanted, information sharing…

At first glance, it seemed ordinary, but.

[For Sale]: Beginner-grade Awakened Guard organ pre-order sales, blood type O. (+8)

[Wanted]: Buying corpses. Minimum ordinary civilians and up. (+5)

[Job Seeking]: Accepting various requests. Will handle cleanly. Please message. (+20)

[Job Posting]: Looking for girls under 14. (Samhan Empire only) Rejecters, ordinary people, suitable candidates all welcome. (+2)

[For Sale]: 10 MRC units, first come first served. (+115)

[Information]: Inter-national war outbreak imminent, detailed content available after payment. (+39)

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.

.

‘Haa,’

I know what this is.

The deep web.

A criminal community operating secretly in the deepest, darkest corners of the network, evading the law.

Even the Samhan Empire had one.

Looking at the numbers in parentheses, there were even comments posted.

What’s this about an imminent war?

Where is it supposed to happen?

“These crazy bastards!”

I’d heard rumors that the deep web existed.

But this was the first time I was actually seeing it.

Suddenly!

“Meow!”

Ibaek-i entered the room.

“Did you chase away all the soldiers?”

“Meow! Meooow, meooow, meow…”

“Ah… you chased them all away but Maung Shan is coming?”

“Meow.”

“Alright, got it.”

It seems Maung Shan had rallied the resistance forces and was charging in.

Anyway, this laptop…

‘I need to take it with me.’

To access the deep web, you need specific designated tools, and must pass through both fingerprint and facial recognition to connect.

I’ve secured this laptop as the access tool, but what about the other authentication procedures?

That said, I can’t keep dragging around this dictator bastard Min Tanu…

Of course, it’s not like there’s no way.

Tae-ju took out his smartphone.

Then he took close-up photos of the fallen Min Tanu’s face and pupils, click, click, and his fingerprints too, click, click…

Reverse transformation technique.

Changing faces isn’t difficult, but changing pupils and fingerprints to match exactly isn’t easy.

However, it’s possible to overcome with practice.

One more thing.

Tae-ju approached the fallen Min Tanu closely.

Given the situation, he couldn’t stay here.

No matter how anonymous the connection, the deep web operators would know all the member information.

“You need to be in a missing state. Let’s say you fled abroad to escape the revolution.”

“Mmph mmph mmph!”

He must have realized what Tae-ju was trying to do.

Min Tanu rolled his eyes frantically in terror.

Swoosh.

Grabbing his neck and applying strong pressure.

Crack crack crack!

Life drained from Min Tanu.

At the same time, swoosh!

The corpse entered Tae-ju’s Infinite Space.

It was noisy outside.

The resistance forces seemed to have reached the front of the residence.

“Let’s go, Ibaek-i.”

“Meow!”

I can inform them about Min Tanu’s disappearance separately.

They’ll handle the rest on their own.

* * *

The Immortal Realm also has day and night.

During the day, the Cheonin who brought armfuls of Cheon-gye flowers come and have fun.

Games, movies, electric car racing, futsal in the front yard, and when it’s hot, drinks and ice cream too.

At night, construction work.

It begins when the Chasa from Hwangcheon-gye arrive in advance to open the gates of hell and summon the sinners.

Cheon-seon Jongri Seon-in created and floated a brilliant light source in the sky to ensure no inconvenience during work.

It’s still at the foundational work level.

Going to the Hwansu Realm or Yoma Realm to obtain and process timber and stone, digging the ground to lay foundations, setting up foundation stones and pillars.

The Chasa and Jeoseungsaja supervise the sinners.

Occasionally there are those who rebel, but…

“That bastard is slacking off? Send him to Scorching Hell.”

“N-no. I just looked away for a moment…”

Pop!

The lazy one disappeared instantly.

The sinners tensed up at the sight.

Scorching Hell is the hell that sinners fear most.

It’s literally a hot place.

The flesh burns and melts, then regenerates, melts again, regenerates…

Compared to that, this place isn’t even hell.

They even give snacks and refreshments for good work.

Joo Seon Taebak Seonin, who came to the work site out of boredom.

“You! What’s your name?”

“Ch-Chunsam.”

“Ah, so you’re that famous Chunsam. Come here and have a glass of somaek.”

“…Somaek?”

Hyeolma Wang Chun-sam respectfully received the glass cup with thin ice that Ju-seon handed him with both hands.

“I’m giving this because you work well.”

“Th-thank you.”

Taking a sip.

“Ahh!”

“Refreshing, right?”

“Uhhh… yes.”

“I’ll specially give you some side dishes too. This is called chicken.”

A bite of well-fried chicken leg too.

Crunch!

“How is it? Delicious, right?”

Hyeolma was too stunned to answer.

The deadly harmony of sweet and salty.

And the ice-cold somaek.

When he came to his senses, it had already disappeared.

His soul had been completely subdued by the Swordsman’s pounding and armbar, so he kept his mouth shut and just worked as ordered.

But to receive such a reward.

Food he was tasting for the first time in hundreds of years since coming to hell.

And it was heavenly in taste.

‘I want to eat more.’

To do that, he’d have to work even harder.

The other sinners were also stirred.

Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp…

The sound of gulping could be heard from all directions.

Cheonma in particular was going crazy.

Because of the soul connection, he knew the taste of somaek and chicken better than anyone.

Was it just somaek?

The clothes and shoes the Immortals were wearing, the electric cart parked over there, the roads stretching out everywhere.

There was no doubt.

Two different worlds were exchanging with each other.

In other words, it meant that goods from Earth were coming over to the Immortal Realm.

He had no idea what kind of miracle this was.

Was this the Immortal Realm or Earth?

‘I had nothing but the soul connection, so why does Danggumak have this?’

Anyway, it was driving him crazy.

That chicken and ice-cold somaek.

They say familiar tastes are the most dangerous.

Eating and drinking.

He couldn’t bear to suppress these simple, basic desires any longer.

Cheonma’s movements became faster.

The Cheonma Divine Art that had reached great mastery displayed its power.

“…Damn it!”

It was embarrassing, but he couldn’t help it.

The rich smell of chicken that still lingered at the site entered his nostrils.

Thud thud thud thud!

The ground dug deep with each movement of his hands.

When he took a step with Cheonma Gunrimbo, the ground became flat and firmly compacted, and he drove in pillars with the power of Cheongeun-chu.

Then Hyeolma narrowed his eyes and glared at Cheonma.

He was quite a threatening competitor.

‘This bastard…’

How dare a blood clot covet my somaek?

Hyeolma also put more effort into his work.

The Chasa, Jeoseungsaja, and Immortals also clapped and encouraged them.

“Good job, well done! Don’t even worry about safety. What’s the point of being safe? Work by grinding your bodies! It’s not like you’ll die anyway.”

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