The Chairman of Pharmaceutical Company is a Poison King - Chapter 147

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Chapter 147: The Immortal Realm Still Changes

Though it was in a dream.

Tae-ju was so very happy to see the Swordsman.

It felt like meeting the Swordsman in real life.

He looked exactly like the Swordsman in the smartphone video that Danggumak had sent.

Short-cut hair, neatly trimmed beard, and an incredibly well-fitted suit, luxury shoes and wristwatch.

And he even had a sword strapped to his back.

‘Who would think of him as an immortal?’

Maybe a conglomerate chairman.

Or perhaps an active model?

‘He could start walking on a runway right now.’

The perfect image of a handsome middle-aged man.

Enough to put most models to shame.

‘He must have received the sports car well, right?’

The Manribibeom, the Harley bike, and now even a sports car. The Swordsman truly loved vehicles.

As he’d always thought before, that person would fit better living on Earth rather than in the Immortal Realm.

Would the Swordsman recognize him even in a dream?

Tae-ju tried waving his hand toward him.

“Hello, Swordsman!”

The Swordsman waved back with a bright smile.

“Good to see you, Kim Tae-ju!”

Then he pointed at the Immortal King with his finger and made a throat-slitting gesture with his hand.

“Should I kill him?”

Tae-ju nodded as well.

“I’m sorry to ask, but please do. I’m not in a position to fight directly.”

The Swordsman made a circle with his thumb and index finger.

“Okay!”

* * *

Carmen sat comfortably in her chair in spectator mode, one hand propping up her chin, legs crossed.

She sneered.

This was Kim Tae-ju’s limit.

The being he summoned as his dream warrior was ultimately human.

And clearly an Earthling at that.

Judging by the luxury suit, shoes, and wristwatch he wore.

Who could it be?

The Emperor of Samhan? Or perhaps the Imperial Palace secretary who was said to be second-in-command?

“Hohoho, how pathetic.”

How could a soul connector have such shallow depth of experience?

Was that old man the only absolute being he knew?

The game was over.

How could a mere human possibly face the Immortal King?

Carmen had made a contract with the Succubus Queen.

Because she was the most suitable archdemon for her.

But even the Succubus Queen couldn’t treat him carelessly – an ultra-powerful demon.

That was the Immortal King.

With reason gone and only instinct remaining, he would destroy anything he saw.

Though his body was stronger than any other demon, he was an incomplete being who could never become a high noble or demon lord.

That made him even better.

Perfect as a Dream Battlefield warrior.

How shabby was Kim Tae-ju’s dream warrior compared to the Immortal King? He held a sword, but could he even cut leather with that thing?

But at that very moment!

“Huh?”

Kim Tae-ju waved his hand at his dream warrior.

That much could be understandable, but.

“…What?”

Kim Tae-ju’s warrior old man was also responding.

And through direct conversation at that.

“…”

Was that possible?

The warrior system.

Actual beings weren’t summoned into dreams.

That Immortal King was also a being that appeared through reconstruction of memories she, Carmen, had experienced within the Dream Battlefield.

In other words, it was like a copy created by the Succubus Queen’s power.

It wasn’t real.

Therefore, mutual communication was impossible.

There were two beings dreaming in the Dream Battlefield.

Herself and that Kim Tae-ju.

‘Could it be…’

Carmen asked the Dream Battlefield a question.

‘How many beings are currently inside here?’

[Currently, there are a total of 3 entities dreaming together in the Dream Battlefield.]

Did she hear wrong?

‘Three people?’

How could that be possible?

* * *

The Swordsman stood upright in the arena with his sword tip pointing downward.

The Immortal King, called an archdemon of the Demon Realm, roared loudly.

“Kuoooooo!”

Thump thump thump thump!

The Immortal King moved his massive legs, walking forward as if he would destroy anything in front of him.

It looked like a low mountain was moving.

An archdemon of destruction that even demon lords couldn’t handle with physical abilities alone.

But the Swordsman was calm.

As if such a mere demon was nothing special.

His sword floated in the air.

Though he held only one in his hand.

Swoosh, swish! Swish! Swish swish swish swish swish!

Swords created by invisible energy.

These were immortal swords.

They continued to appear.

One hundred, three hundred, five hundred… one thousand, two thousand.

Finally, they filled the dream sky completely.

He hadn’t used this method in his battle with Jecheon Daeseong.

Because Dok-seon was already doing something similar.

Wouldn’t their characters overlap?

That was absolutely unacceptable.

Also, Dok-seon moved more projectiles.

So he had only used the Departure Sword or Divine Sword Unity for one-hit kills.

‘Well, shall we begin?’

Kim Tae-ju had personally requested this.

It means he trusts himself the most.

Then I should handle this cleanly.

It’s a shame this is just a dream though.

But I should still feel the satisfaction.

Tsssssssssspit!

Thousands of immortal swords made of strong energy simultaneously flew through the air.

It looked like a laser beam bombardment scene from a sci-fi movie.

* * *

Carmen bolted upright.

The scene she was witnessing was too absurd.

Fine, let’s say that Kim Tae-ju connected with the dream warrior.

Let’s also overlook the fact that they’re somehow dreaming together.

But what’s the identity of that old man?

Was there someone like that on Earth?

It was tremendous power.

Wearing a suit while manifesting swords with invisible strong energy and moving them freely?

Thousands of swords poured down from the air like bombardment.

Kwakwakwakwa! Kwakwakwakwakwakwakwakwa!

It was like thousands of lightning bolts falling at once.

It was pure light.

Pupupupuk! Pupupupupupupuk!

Swords of light that struck the Immortal King without missing a single one.

Starting from the head, he began to disappear.

Then the upper body, chest, waist, lower body…

The Immortal King melted away while walking.

He couldn’t even mount a proper counterattack.

Could this even be called a duel?

Kim Tae-ju’s elderly warrior didn’t move a single step.

He simply raised his hand to create and float swords, then casually lowered it to drop them.

‘…A god?’

Only by assuming he was a god could such power be possible.

That was the only explanation.

Now I understand why he intruded through the Dream Battlefield.

Seeing how he casually ignored the Succubus Queen’s authority, he must be at least a demigod.

“This is cheating! Cheating! The contract is void!”

Carmen screamed furiously, but…

[The warrior duel through the Dream Battlefield has ended.]

[The victor is Kim Tae-ju’s warrior.]

[Executing the spoils contract.]

“No!”

And then.

Crash!

The Dream Battlefield shattered into pieces and broke apart.

* * *

Tae-ju woke up from his sleep.

Then.

“Meow!”

Ilbaek was watching over him with worried eyes.

“When did you get here?”

“Meowwwww.”

“You’ve been here already? Ah, you were watching over me.”

“Meow?”

“I wasn’t sleeping because I was tired. You don’t need to worry.”

It’s a shame.

I parted with the Swordsman without even saying goodbye.

Because the Swordsman killed the Immortal King too quickly.

If only he had dragged it out a little.

Then we could have had more conversation.

Anyway.

‘Phew, that was terrifying.’

He was worthy of being called the Swordsman.

Thousands of swords made of strong energy masses.

The sight of them all striking down at once.

‘It felt similar to the Ten Thousand Flower Rain.’

All streams return to one.

They say that even different flows merge into one when they reach the ultimate level.

In contrast, the Immortal King?

A great demon of the Demon Realm?

Let’s drop the ‘great.’

He was just a worthless demon.

‘Right! What about the spoils?’

That’s when it happened.

Whoooosh!

He heard something flying through the air.

Crash!

A woman broke through the headquarters room window and rolled into the room.

The spoils had been express delivered.

“Carmen?”

“…Ahhhhh! It, it doesn’t make sense. What are you exactly? Who, who was that old man? A god? Really a god?”

Carmen spoke frantically with disheveled hair.

I’d like to humor her if possible, but there isn’t much time.

“Hand over the spoils.”

“Ahhhhhhh.”

“Quickly!”

“The, the Black Mafia is…”

Information poured out of Carmen’s mouth.

The boss’s identity and name, how the organization was formed, what they had been doing, why they started the Moscow civil war, the progress of the ritual, and where the other elders were hiding.

‘Hmm.’

Everything that came out of Carmen’s mouth was true.

I found out everything, but one thing was missing.

“Where is Drek Karaks? The soul connector, your boss.”

“I, I don’t know that either. He must be somewhere in Moscow.”

“Really?”

“I told you everything I know. I swear.”

The Magistrate’s ring remained quiet.

Everything Carmen said was true.

To hide his whereabouts even from his closest confidant.

Anyway, what should I do with Carmen?

There was no need to think about it.

Woooooong!

Her body began to swell like a balloon.

“Huk!”

Understandable.

“You were also hit with a prohibition, just like Edward.”

“Ahhhhh….”

“Tsk tsk, you kept saying ‘that person, that person,’ but in the end you were abandoned too?”

The prohibition activated right after the spoils contract ended.

Carmen desperately grabbed onto Tae-ju’s pant leg.

“No, no! I can live. I’ll be resurrected. For that to happen, you need to die here. Let’s, let’s die together! Together….”

In that instant!

“Kyaak!”

Ilbaek, who had leaped forward at some point, struck Carmen’s temple hard with his front paw.

Tseuppit!

Kwak!

“Aak!”

Her head spun around once.

At the same time, Carmen was slammed into the wall like a deflated balloon.

Kwadang!

And then.

She burst with a pop!

“Hmm….”

“Meow?”

“No, you did well.”

Now to the next location.

The Moscow War Memorial Museum, supposedly the hideout of the remaining three elders.

If he went there, he should be able to find out about Drek Karaks’s hideout.

After all, the magic circles were all connected to each other.

But right at that moment!

Kukukukukukukukung!

“Huh!”

Along with a tremendous explosion sound.

Deudeudeudeudeudeu….

The Moscow military base building shook as if it would collapse.

“…What is this?”

A mushroom cloud visible through the shattered window.

“This crazy bastard!”

It was a nuclear explosion.

The direction was where the Moscow War Memorial Museum was located.

Cutting off the tail in this manner?

“Haa.”

This wasn’t the time for this.

Spot!

Tae-ju immediately moved.

In a few seconds, the shockwave would hit.

Tae-ju, holding Ilbaek, escaped outside using Pyoholjilfungbo.

Then, after mounting Manribibeom, he flew like an arrow in the opposite direction from where the nuke had exploded.

* * *

Immortal Realm.

Multiplex 1st Floor.

Immortals had gathered in small groups.

In the center, Swordsman was frantically explaining.

“Well, I was starting to get sleepy.”

“And then?”

“Isn’t that strange? Suddenly getting sleepy, does that even make sense?”

“Well, it could happen.”

“I’m Ha Seon-go, you know? I don’t even have time to spare for sleep,”

“What? Why are you dragging me into this? What exactly do you want to say?”

Despite Ha Seon-go’s rebuke, Swordsman continued speaking while spitting.

“Can’t you tell just by looking? Someone deliberately induced this. To make me fall asleep.”

“So did you sleep?”

“At first I tried not to sleep, but I decided to just go along with it. I was curious too, but do you know who I saw in my dream?”

“What, did you meet your first love from the mortal realm or something?”

“Ahem, where would my first love be… ahem, anyway, guess who it was,”

“Good grief! Stop beating around the bush and tell us quickly.”

“It was Kim Tae-ju. He called me into his dream.”

When an unexpected name came up, the Immortals approached with curious expressions.

“Kim Tae-ju?”

“That’s right.”

“What did you do in the dream?”

“He asked me to deal with a demon. So I dealt with it.”

“And?”

“Well, that was the end of it. But it was so vivid.”

The sitting Immortals got up one by one with disappointed expressions.

“Tsk tsk, coming here after having some random dream.”

“I was wrong to get my hopes up.”

“Ugh, just wasted time for nothing.”

“What’s so great about catching demons in dreams, when it wouldn’t be impressive even in reality.”

Swordsman felt wronged and frustrated.

“No, Kim Tae-ju really called me into his dream! We even greeted each other.”

“That’s how it always is. The more random the dream, the more vivid it feels.”

“Huh, it was such an amazing experience, but I lack eloquence so I can only explain it like this….”

“Enough.”

Gwi-gok clapped his hands and said.

“Come on, we wasted time listening to Swordsman’s pointless story, so let’s get to work now. We need to complete the installation by today.”

A delivery that had recently arrived from Earth.

There was the sports car Swordsman had been waiting for, but there was also communication equipment for installing the Immortal Realm intranet.

The blueprint of Danggumak’s Immortal Realm development plan.

The use of credit cards would soon be discontinued.

The plan was to make it possible to make payments, watch movies, and order goods through smartphones without having to come to the multiplex.

The so-called Immortal Realm Pay.

For that, intranet installation was urgent.

Construction was already in progress.

Through video manuals stored on smartphones.

“That young man Kim Dong-hun, who’s supposedly Kim Tae-ju’s younger brother. He’s quite sharp.”

“Right, could he have the same soul as Gwi-gok?”

“Hehe, he explained things so thoroughly that we just need to follow along.”

First, they needed to lay fiber optic cables partially.

It was impossible to cover the entire upper realm wirelessly.

The main server building was built next to the multiplex.

From there, fiber optic cables would extend to the Immortal Realm and Heavenly Realm.

Then what about Hwangcheon-gye?

Yama, who heard about the intranet plan from Dok-seon, installed a gate connecting the Underworld Inferno Palace and the Immortal Realm—a permanent gate.

A door that never closes and remains open at all times.

All they had to do was connect fiber optic cables through it.

What remained were dedicated apps and smartphones with applications installed.

The discussion with Tae-ju was already finished.

They would arrive in the Immortal Realm with the next delivery.

“By the way, what is that monkey doing?”

“He’s been holed up in the screening room for quite a while.”

Ju-seon wore an expression of displeasure.

“Dok-seon is too kind for his own good. That bastard is no different from a sinner, so we should just send him to Hwangcheon-gye.”

“Exactly. Yama was also waiting for the chance, and if Haemak hadn’t stopped him, his head would have been blown off long ago.”

“Tsk, shouldn’t we be punishing him? Instead, it looks like he’s going to receive a reward.”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying! How much have we suffered for the development of the Immortal Realm? But that bastard is just lounging around in the movie theater. This is freeloading.”

“Let’s endure it for Haemak’s sake.”

In any case, the changes in the Immortal Realm were still ongoing.

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