The Chairman of Pharmaceutical Company is a Poison King - Chapter 154
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Chapter 154: Let’s Go! To Europe
The European war took a rapid turn.
Boom! Boom boom boom!
The Imperial Forces’ concentrated artillery fire.
The number of troops raised by Drek Karaks was approximately 1.5 million.
Shells, missiles, and rockets struck the undead legions.
Bang bang bang! Thud thud thud! Thud thud!
Bodies shattered by powerful explosions.
Most were monsters.
Not weak human undead.
The undead monsters were chimera-class.
Therefore, no matter how modern the weapons, they wouldn’t fall so helplessly.
Unless divine power existed, perhaps?
The number of undead monsters eliminated in combat so far was nearly 300,000.
The initial force of 1.5 million had been reduced to 1.2 million.
Drek Karaks pulled one incoming shell toward him with black magic.
Whoooosh!
The bomb was dragged over without exploding, powerless.
‘Hmm, I thought so.’
A magic circle carved on the shell’s surface.
‘As expected, they had a trick up their sleeve.’
It was a shell enhanced with enchantment magic.
Judging by the inscribed characters not being from Earth, whoever made this was also a soul connector.
However, Drek Karaks chuckled.
‘They’re not relying on just this pathetic thing, are they?’
The same soul from another world that he had connected with.
He was the pinnacle of necromancers.
The ultimate powerhouse of dimensions who had subjugated demon lords and became the first human to conquer the Demon Realm. The number of corpses he had piled up exceeded several billion.
‘I’ve seen enough,’
Drek Karaks called the Undead Black Mages and gave instructions.
“We’re changing strategy. From now on, we advance with aggressive offense.”
– We obey your command.
“I shall share my authority with you. You will lead one million troops and retreat to the rear. Then go to areas where the Imperial Forces’ guard is lax and attack the monster-infested areas.”
He dispersed his forces.
He would lead a small number of undead elite monsters as the vanguard, while the four 8th-class Undead Black Mages would circle around to the rear to increase their forces.
The time had come.
In a world without even a handful of divine power, necromancers were invincible.
Moreover, with the success of the ritual, he had reached the realm of Deus Lich.
Also, on this Earth, the number of monsters that could be turned into undead was countless.
Was that all?
The enemy forces now pointing their guns at him would soon become corpses and transform into loyal allies.
The million-strong Undead Maisu Legions began their southward march.
The authority Drek Karaks shared with his subordinates.
Black magic that transforms dead monster corpses into undead.
With that power, they would attack monster-infested areas while gradually expanding their scale.
The legions were not living beings.
Therefore, they never tired.
Supplies?
Was such a thing necessary?
As the large-scale forces began moving south, Drek Karaks gave orders to the remaining 200,000 elite undead monsters.
He kept only small to medium-sized elite undead monsters with speed advantages by his side.
“Rapid advance.”
Thud thud thud thud thud thud!
Attack the weakest link first.
The target was the European Imperial Army’s self-propelled artillery division closest to this location.
The undead necromancy of a Deus Lich was special.
It could preserve parts of memories held when human.
For example, skills in handling weapons.
The plan was to absorb the Imperial Forces as undead.
That’s why he deliberately operated tactics like a moving target.
He took all the incoming missiles and bombs.
To draw the Imperial Forces’ mechanized units from the rear deep inside.
Thud thud boom! Boom boom boom boom!
Firepower concentrated again.
From now on, he had no intention of obediently taking hits.
The most elite undead he had hidden until now, elite monsters turned undead, enhanced with his black magic into a special forces unit.
Boom boom! Boom boom boom boom!
Carpet bombing continued.
The 200,000 undead elite with terrifying mobility swept away the European Imperial Army’s self-propelled artillery division in an instant.
Crunch! Crunch crunch! Crunch crunch crunch!
“Aaaah!”
“P-please spare me!”
“Grrrrr!”
“Guh?”
.
.
.
The Imperial Forces soldiers who had now become undead.
Shortly after.
The self-propelled artillery turned toward the Imperial Forces who were not undead.
* * *
Samhan Empire.
A modest gathering was held in the dining room of Paju Yeongju-gwan.
The invited members were 8 TJ Guild members, Baek Seo-yeon, Baek Hong-pyo, Jeong Yeon-hee, Administrative Officer Seo Pil-myeong, Baekdu Group Chairman Jeong Uk-cheol, and Igor Baranov from the Leaders Club.
“Yeon-hee, where is Jin-cheol…?”
“Ah! He returned to the Imperial Palace after hearing that the palace banishment order was revoked. He said he would come to greet you, but your training took longer than expected, Chairman.”
“Is that so?”
It seemed the Emperor had lifted the restrictions imposed on his children.
He couldn’t keep the princes and princesses wandering outside forever.
Igor Baranov from the Leaders Club also seemed to have heard some information and quietly spoke to Tae-ju.
“It appears there was persuasion from the Empresses and the Prime Minister and ministers. They said firmly establishing a Crown Prince would help stabilize national affairs.”
Indeed, it made sense that this vast empire couldn’t be without a successor.
As for Prince Ryu Jin-cheol, the 5th Prince.
‘I suppose it wasn’t meant to be.’
It’s all about one’s own fate.
“Let’s start among ourselves.”
One more person said they would come, but seeing as they haven’t arrived yet, we could proceed without them.
An empty table.
Nothing was prepared.
Only 15 transparent crystal glasses.
“Hmm, are the preparations not ready yet?”
Baekdu Group Chairman Jeong Uk-cheol asked Tae-ju.
“Everything’s ready though?”
“…You call this a feast, but surely we’re not just going to sit around talking without any food or drinks and call it done?”
“Hahaha, I only prepared two things. That’s enough.”
Tae-ju pointed to a large jar in one corner of the dining room and a basket covered with a cloth.
“What’s…?”
Jeong Uk-cheol tilted his head in confusion.
He had heard it would be simple, but this modest?
However, he didn’t show his thoughts.
Is food what matters?
People are what’s important.
Tae-ju slowly removed the paper covering the mouth of the liquor jar.
Then a rich wine fragrance wafted up from inside.
“Gasp!”
“Oh!”
“This fragrance is…”
“That entire jar is full of it?”
Those who had already tasted it before widened their eyes.
Baek Hong-pyo, Baek Seo-yeon, and Chang-hun and Soon-cheol.
He also brought out the Seondo peaches.
Cut into bite-sized pieces and filling a plate.
Baek Hong-pyo asked in a trembling voice.
“Tae-ju, surely that’s the same one from before…?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“My goodness.”
Baek Seo-yeon licked her lips.
Baek Chang-hun and Jang Soon-cheol’s bottoms fidgeted.
The others had no idea why they were acting this way.
“I’ll pour the first round for everyone.”
Tae-ju drew up his energy.
Whooooom!
Then 15 droplets emerged from the jar and spun around in the air.
With one flick of his hand.
Swish! Swish swish swish swish!
The droplets split apart and entered each person’s cup precisely, without spilling even a single drop.
“….”
“Ooooh!”
“That’s insane!”
“H-how?”
Pouring liquor that only masters of the Transformation realm could perform.
This level of performance was nothing to him.
“Let’s skip the toast, drink as much as you like. And take two pieces each of these peaches…”
That’s when it happened.
Creak, the dining room door opened.
Who had come?
Someone poked their head inside.
“Ahem.”
It was Palace Secretary Geum Su-ho, who was originally supposed to attend.
“You’re late.”
“W-well…”
Actually, Tae-ju hadn’t planned to invite Geum Su-ho either.
With everything being noisy inside and out lately, he couldn’t ask someone busy with official duties to come play.
But yesterday he had received a phone call asking how he was doing.
When asked what he was up to these days.
‘I’m thinking of having a social gathering. I want to invite people who have helped me and throw a simple party…’
– What about me? Why didn’t I get an invitation?
‘You’re busy with state affairs, I didn’t want to bother you.’
– Oh please! His Majesty can handle state affairs himself, just save me a seat. I’ll take vacation time, I’m definitely coming.
So that’s why he came, albeit late.
Though he did look a bit flustered.
“Anyway, welcome. Please sit down quickly.”
But Geum Su-ho hesitated, as if he had something to say.
“Why…?”
“H-His, His, His…”
“Yes?”
“…His Majesty the Emperor approaches!”
“What?”
Everyone was startled.
That couldn’t be, how could the Emperor be here?
But it was true.
Emperor Ryu Tae-hyeon appeared from behind Secretary Geum Su-ho wearing casual clothes and entered the dining room.
“Hey, don’t prostrate yourselves, just bow. This isn’t an official occasion.”
“….”
“How have you been, Pilmyeong? Your face looks better since leaving the Imperial Palace.”
“Y-Your Majesty!”
“Chairman Jeong, it’s been a while. You look healthy, which makes me happy.”
“I-I am deeply honored.”
“Are you Igor? From the Leaders Club?”
“…I am overwhelmed with honor.”
Even the Emperor had come.
He never thought to invite him.
No, he couldn’t have.
No matter how much influence Tae-ju had, how could he tell the ruler of Samhan, the absolute power, the Emperor above all people, to come and go?
In this unexpected situation, Tae-ju whispered reproachfully to Geum Su-ho.
‘A surprise camera? If His Majesty was coming, you should have told me in advance.’
‘Ugh, he must have overheard our phone conversation. He has sharp ears, you know. He was waiting in front of my house this morning.’
‘Whatever the reason, what are we going to do about this atmosphere? Can we even relax and have fun now?’
‘I’m sorry.’
Then.
“I can hear everything.”
The Emperor said with a disgruntled expression.
“Can’t I have some fun? What did I do wrong! I just came to see your faces, but geez, when you get old you should just die.”
“No, that’s not what I meant.”
“But you call this a feast when there’s nothing prepared. Tsk tsk, this is worse than the Imperial Palace breakfast table…”
Suddenly he stopped talking and began sniffing.
“Huh?”
Sniff sniff sniff sniff.
Sniffing like a dog, he approached the table.
“Gasp!”
Then to Tae-ju.
“Is, is that right?”
“Yes.”
“Is there a portion for me too? Please tell me there is.”
“…There is.”
“Ohhhhh! I will never forget this kindness.”
Geum Su-ho’s eyes also sparkled brightly.
Before anyone knew it, he had brought two wine cups and chairs, sitting side by side with the Emperor.
Jeong Uk-cheol and Igor wore expressions of complete bewilderment.
What on earth were this wine and peach that made His Majesty act like this?
“Qu, quickly, let’s drink.”
“Yes, everyone please enjoy.”
When Tae-ju poured the wine, the Emperor and Geum Su-ho immediately brought their cups to their lips as if they had been waiting.
Slurp!
They licked the bottom of their cups with their tongues as if not wanting to waste a single drop.
Lick! Lick!
The others too.
Gulp!
Then silence fell.
No one offered any critique of the wine.
How could this feeling be expressed in words?
“The peach is the side dish.”
Jeong Uk-cheol had an expression as if bewitched by something.
Tae-ju’s words didn’t even register in his ears.
He had drunk countless wines throughout his life.
He had even tried single malt whiskey worth over 100 million won per bottle.
But this wine was on a different dimension.
Could this even be called wine in the first place?
If the legendary nectar that gods drink truly existed, it would be exactly this wine.
‘No side dishes would be needed.’
Only now did he understand.
The reason for setting such a simple table.
There was absolutely no side dish that would match this wine.
Any mediocre side dish would obviously ruin the taste of the wine.
‘But since there was the thoughtfulness of preparing fruit.’
Jeong Uk-cheol picked up a slice of peach from the plate and put it in his mouth.
Crunch!
At the same time, his eyes widened.
“What on earth is this…”
It melted as soon as it entered his mouth.
And a warm energy gently spread throughout his entire body.
“Hehe.”
There was a matching side dish after all.
This peach, no, this heavenly fruit that couldn’t be called a peach.
One more…
Jeong Uk-cheol reached his hand toward the plate.
Suddenly!
Grab!
The Emperor seized his hand.
“Hey there! A person who should know better! One cup, one side dish – I’d appreciate it if you’d follow the drinking etiquette.”
“…”
Suddenly the Emperor seemed annoying.
What rules.
Can’t he eat two?
“There’s more, so please eat to your heart’s content. When you go home, I’ll pack two peaches each for you to take.”
“Oh!”
Jeong Uk-cheol’s expression also brightened.
He meant he’d pack two separately for each person, right?
Then his granddaughter would also receive 2.
While chewing the peach, Jeong Uk-cheol quietly took the hand of Jeong Yeon-hee sitting beside him.
“Yeon-hee, one of the 2 should go to grandpa…”
“I’m sorry, grandfather.”
Jeong Yeon-hee pulled her hand away and turned aside.
Even if it was her grandfather, she absolutely could not give up the peach.
Igor Baranov too.
‘I would have regretted it for life if I hadn’t come here.’
He had a schedule but gave it up to come.
Coming here even by forcing himself was the best decision of his lifetime.
Administrator Seo Pil-myeong too.
‘I did well to come out of the Imperial Palace.’
He felt like he had received full compensation with just this one cup of wine.
And the TJ Guild members who were trying this wine for the first time too.
‘My danjeon is stirring.’
‘Mine too.’
‘Is this a spiritual medicine?’
‘How can that even compare?’
Tae-ju smiled and spoke to the people who still hadn’t come to their senses.
“Please ladle the wine yourselves as you like. I’ll go cut a few more peaches.”
Swoosh!
The Emperor reacted first.
Followed by Geum Su-ho, and Jeong Yeon-hee too.
People carefully ladling wine with the ladle in front of the jar.
A new taste with each sip.
A fragrance that never grew tiresome.
The feast continued until that large jar of immortal wine was completely emptied.
The long feast was gradually coming to an end.
The thoroughly drunk Emperor approached Tae-ju and said.
“You’re not thinking of going to Europe, are you?”
“I’m not sure.”
Honestly, it was fifty-fifty.
It was happening in another country, but he couldn’t just turn a blind eye to it either.
“Anyway, don’t even go near there. Alex, that bastard, still hasn’t come to his senses.”
“I’ll think about it.”
“Hehe, alright then, I’ll be going now. I’ve been away from my seat too long. All my children have returned and the Imperial Palace is noisy again. I need to go do some traffic control.”
“Wait! Please wait just a moment.”
Tae-ju turned around and took out the treasured sword that Swordsman had given him in return for the dedicated smartphone, handing it to the Emperor.
“This is called the Sangcheong Sword.”
The Emperor stared blankly at the elegant silver sword.
“Are, are you giving this to me?”
“Yes.”
“The Sangcheong Sword…”
Just by touching it, he could tell.
What an incredible treasure this sword was.
He wanted nothing more than to swing it right away.
“By any chance, would you like to try being Emperor? I could abdicate the throne to you right now.”
“…Just give me back the sword. I’ll use it myself.”
“I take that back. Watch your words next time.”
He wants me to become Emperor?
I’d rather re-enlist in the military.
* * *
After the feast ended, Tae-ju had been holed up in the TJ Bio Pharmaceutical Research Lab in Gurye for several days, completely absorbed in inventing new drugs.
Jeong Yeon-hee and the other TJ Guild members had begun their assault on the Paju DMA Monster Concentration Zone.
He had already prepared the doping potions for raids.
He had also significantly reduced the side effects.
Now he was researching hair growth formulas.
Everything was going smoothly, but the situation in Europe was getting increasingly tangled.
【The front lines finally expand, local battles breaking out across all of Eastern Europe.】
【American Republic expresses willingness to provide support, but Emperor Caesar refuses.】
Emperor Caesar must have truly lost his mind.
Even if the whole world joined forces, it might not be enough.
That bastard is more of a problem than Drek Karaks.
【The war between humans and undead shows no signs of ending.】
【Imperial Forces mechanized divisions retreating one after another from the front lines?】
【European government denies retreat, calling it a tactical decision.】
Tactical decision my ass.
【Undead forces continue to grow even now】
【Streams of refugees continue in endless lines.】
【Samhan Empire considering deployment of Siberian Pioneer Corps.】
The Siberian Pioneer Corps is where his father is stationed.
“…Haah.”
【Emperor Alex Caesar holds live press conference, stating “We are winning, we will win.”】
【However, the war situation is negative, casualties are impossible to even estimate.】
Even in this situation.
【European Empire government sternly warns American Republic and Samhan Empire, will not tolerate any interference from other nations.】
Tae-ju stopped his hair growth formula research and shot up from his seat.
‘Let’s go.’
He couldn’t leave things like this.
Drek Karaks was a problem, but that bastard Emperor Caesar was just as bad.
Whether a support request came or not, he’d sweep them all away with Manceon Hwau.
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