The Chairman of Pharmaceutical Company is a Poison King - Chapter 161

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Chapter 161: Why Won’t They Die? (1)

The Soul Connector exposé that started on NeTube.

The video with the highest view count appeared to be secretly filmed.

It showed the face of Emperor Alex Caesar with awakening patterns darkly drawn on his face.

But when he removed the ring from his finger.

Slowly.

The awakening patterns disappeared.

And when he put it back on.

Swish.

The patterns reappeared.

└ Wow! Chilling, Emperor Caesar is close to 200 years old, so when did he become a Soul Connector?

└ This is why conspiracy theories aren’t always baseless stories.

└ Why did he act like an Awakened all this time?

└ Wouldn’t that establish authority? Before Soul Connectors were revealed, Earth was a world of the Awakened.

└ Anyway, the Awakened should be careful. If they act cocky just because someone doesn’t have awakening patterns and then meet a Soul Connector.

└ There’s already one such person. In the Samhan Empire.

└ Ah… the Chairman?

Stories about Tae-ju also began to flow out.

Who would be the most likely Soul Connector at this point?

There was also a video of Emperor Alex Caesar directly appearing and talking with someone.

This also felt like hidden camera footage.

The content was like this.

“What kind of being is the soul Your Majesty has connected with?”

– Well, an emperor of course. An emperor from another world, Trillian Lancer of the Avalon Empire.

“Ah! How coincidental that he was also an emperor.”

– It’s the same soul after all. So I too have been given a mission.

“May I ask what that mission is?”

– What does an emperor do? Wisely govern the nation to make it a peaceful and prosperous empire.

“So that’s why you sought to unify Europe.”

– That’s right. The European Empire, and furthermore I’ll aim for the world. So you too should stop having other thoughts and trust and follow me…

The video cut off here.

Though they couldn’t know what the rest was, it was still a passage that revealed the emperor’s true intentions.

One more video was uploaded last.

It was drone footage.

The emperor and the Empire’s Elite Awakened bravely entering downtown Moscow.

The emperor took the lead.

And the final battle with the undead monsters began.

The terrible attacks of the undead monsters, the mana blades of the Master Awakeners flashed.

But then appeared the necromancer considered the source of the war.

“Fall into corruption! Decay! Rot and crumble!”

But the emperor bravely approached.

The moment he got almost within arm’s reach!

Boooooooom!

The screen went black with an explosion sound.

└ My heart feels grand.

└ That necromancer was cornered and self-destructed together with His Majesty the Emperor.

└ He really was a hero. He left too early.

└ Heaven originally envies heroes.

└ That demon bastard, if only it wasn’t for him.

└ The necromancer must be a Soul Connector too, right?

└ Just because they’re Soul Connectors doesn’t mean they’re all good.

Alex Caesar achieved his wish in death.

At least in Europe, he was treated as a hero.

Tae-ju also watched the final Moscow footage from his home.

‘A lot was left out.’

The mirror appearing, the same soul emerging, and them merging together and exploding.

That guy Vincent Moretti must have edited out all the key content before uploading.

‘He probably never dreamed that I watched it all?’

Since the invisibility cloak was only released after the explosion occurred.

‘The emperor, the necromancer.’

To Tae-ju, both were no different.

Honestly, among all the Soul Connectors he’d experienced so far, he hadn’t seen a single proper one.

Cheonma was like that, and so were Drek Karaks, Emperor Alex Caesar, and even Vincent Moretti who was suspected of being a Soul Connector.

‘But what was Vincent, that bastard, thinking…?’

That guy was probably behind the exposé too.

He had a hunch about it.

Vincent was the director of the Imperial Crystalline Engineering Research Institute.

In other words, a scientist.

He suspected that guy had also made the magic enchant weapons that appeared in the Moscow war.

Not only that?

Vincent, that bastard, probably made all the magic items released to the market too.

What if Alex Caesar’s death was an experiment?

What if the process of the mirror appearing, combining with the same soul, and causing a massive explosion was all that guy’s intention?

‘He’s trying to connect directly. Not souls, but matter with matter, or world with world.’

Then he’d need more test subjects, right?

Other Soul Connectors, that is.

Anyway, after the existence of Soul Connectors was revealed, Tae-ju was quite annoyed too.

Even now, reporters were camped outside his house.

Even personal broadcast streamers had gathered.

What they were shouting.

Whether he was a Soul Connector, and if so, who from which world?

He didn’t even know how many days it had been.

It had been like this continuously since the first exposé came out.

To the point where he couldn’t even go outside.

He couldn’t use invisibility cloak to avoid the reporters either.

This wasn’t a phenomenon happening only in the Samhan Empire.

All over the world, innocent people were being suspected of being Soul Connectors.

– This person is likely.

– There’s even evidence.

– Isn’t it totally obvious?

Especially powerful civilians with authority were automatically suspected.

Of course, among them there were cases that seemed genuinely real.

Wasn’t this a really fascinating issue?

Even Baek Hong-pyo and Baek Seo-yeon came and casually asked about it.

He received an incredible number of phone calls too.

From the Emperor, Geum Su-ho, Chairman Jeong Uk-cheol, Leaders Club’s Igor, and so on.

Of course, he didn’t answer any of them.

‘Let’s just make medicine.’

Until things quiet down, that is.

By the way, was Drek Karaks delivered safely?

* * *

Heavenly Realm.

The Upper Realm Representative Meeting was scheduled to be held in a few days.

Since he had decided to attend the meeting in place of Taesang Nogoon, he should make some simple preparations.

Should he try playing chairman for once?

Danggumak met Jecheon Daeseong.

Ah!

An existence that earns money while playing.

His clones do all the dirty work, while the main body Jecheon Daeseong just lounges around imitating hip-hoppers.

“You’re living quite the comfortable life, aren’t you?”

“Hey, controlling clones isn’t easy work.”

“Sure it isn’t.”

The clones made from the fur sent to Tae-ju and the clones Jecheon Daeseong made directly were on different levels.

Even left alone, they don’t disappear, they can speak, and they perform complex tasks without difficulty.

“But what brings you here?”

“I was wondering if clones could also drive cars.”

“I’d have to teach them to find out…”

“If driving is possible, I’ll hire them as drivers. Full-time positions, of course.”

“I’ll do it right away. We’ll start practicing from today.”

What a truly enviable ability.

The bear does the tricks while the trainer makes the money.

Couldn’t he learn clone techniques?

It would be great if he could learn it and teach it to Tae-ju.

Suddenly!

Zing.

‘It’s about time for the delivery to arrive.’

Danggumak opened the infinite space to check the shared warehouse.

First, there were 10 boxes containing 100 dedicated smartphones each.

‘He sent quite a lot.’

He always felt sorry for Tae-ju’s dedication to the Heavenly Realm.

There were many people eagerly waiting for smartphones to arrive.

Especially the new Cheonin who had recently entered the Heavenly Realm.

They came with sacks full of flowers, but he felt bad having to send them back empty-handed due to lack of smartphone supplies.

Suddenly!

“Huh?”

He saw something strange in the shared warehouse.

“What is this?”

A mannequin?

He moved it aside for now.

There was also a letter.

Danggumak read it carefully.

It started with the war that broke out in Europe.

The undead overflow, war with human forces, necromancers, and how Manceon Hwau and Jecheon Daeseong’s clones had been helpful.

“Heh.”

He understood what Tae-ju had sent.

Human but not human.

Alive but not truly alive.

“Such a wretched monster…”

How dare it trouble Tae-ju?

Swoosh.

Danggumak came out of the multiplex and brought out Drek Karaks in the front courtyard.

Drek Karaks emerged again.

“Hmm? Where is this…”

He was bewildered by the changed environment.

Kim Tae-ju, that strange space he was put into by that bastard.

In that place, he couldn’t even move his body, and his consciousness was dim.

Just when he thought he was out, where was this place now?

“Are you the one called Drek?”

“…Huh?”

Who is this?

‘…Kim Tae-ju?’

It seemed right.

How much time had passed for him to look so old?

“Let’s see if you can survive here too.”

“W-wait! Let’s talk first…”

Sizzzzzzz!

Dok-seon’s poison gas emission.

He melted and flowed down like cotton candy.

A moment later.

Whooom!

The melted flesh began to coalesce again.

“Well now?”

“Gasp, gasp, l-let’s talk!”

Revival in original form.

“Well, what an interesting fellow.”

No wonder he was sent here.

If melting doesn’t work, how do you kill this thing?

Suddenly!

Vroooom! Putt-putt, putt-putt!

Today, Swordsman came on a Harley bike instead of a sports car.

“Greetings. Dok-seon, perfect timing. The bike’s out of gas… Huh?”

Swordsman saw Drek Karaks.

“What? Who’s this stinking fellow?”

“Well…”

Danggumak explained step by step.

Then Swordsman’s eyes sparkled.

“So this is the master of that wicked woman I met in my dreams. A soul connector like Kim Tae-ju.”

“That’s right.”

“You’re certain he came here through the shared warehouse?”

“You’re looking at him right now.”

“Hmm…”

Then.

“Put me in.”

“…What? This guy?”

“No, me. Let me go in there once.”

Swordsman’s thinking was this.

If this Drek Karaks fellow was delivered to the Heavenly Realm through the shared warehouse, wouldn’t it be possible to go the other way? If it worked, that is.

Danggumak’s expression showed disbelief.

“…This one was probably able to do it because he’s not human.”

“I’m not human either.”

“….”

That made sense.

So he reached out to try putting Swordsman in.

“It won’t go in.”

“Aw! I had such high hopes.”

Swordsman was disappointed.

Why does this bastard work but not himself?

“Anyway, you say he won’t die? Have you tried killing him directly?”

“Of course I have.”

“Tsk tsk, was Dok-seon’s reputation just empty fame? You were good at making kind Cheonin cry though.”

“….”

Danggumak bristled.

“Then you try killing him. If you kill him, I’ll give you 100,000 coins.”

“I heard everything. Don’t say something different later.”

“Don’t worry. Have I lived my whole life being deceived?”

“Hmph!”

Swordsman first used a barrier of strong energy to create a transparent cylinder and trapped Drek Karaks.

Then he wove swords made of strong energy into a cross shape and placed them under the guy’s feet.

“I’ll grind you up nicely.”

Whirrrrr!

The cross-shaped swords of strong energy spun fiercely.

Like a blender.

“Kyaaaah!”

Crackcrackcrackcrack!

Drek Karaks began getting ground up starting from his feet.

It was maddening and infuriating.

Suddenly dragged to this strange place, his body melted by poison, and now he was about to be ground into powder.

If he could, he would at least try to fight back, but these guys played with him as if he were a child.

He couldn’t even resist.

The difference in power was too great.

The most vicious necromancer who had created massive undead monster legions to threaten the world, Deus Lich, reduced to this pathetic state.

And this terrible pain?

It felt like even his soul was being ground away.

Finally.

Pssssss.

“Hehe, did you see? Hurry up and prepare those 100,000 coins.”

“It’s not over yet.”

“But he’s dead?”

“I told you he comes back to life.”

Danggumak was right.

Whooooom!

Clatter clatter clatter!

The bone powder clumped together, became bones, and skin attached.

“Huh, w-why is he coming back to life?”

“Tsk tsk, Swordsman’s reputation was empty too.”

“…Damn!”

In the midst of this, one Immortal passing by.

“What’s going on? Is there something fun happening?”

It was Iron Seonin.

After hearing the explanation and also asking to try putting him in the Infinite Space like Swordsman did, then realizing it wouldn’t work.

“It’s because your immortal energy is insufficient. Always just fooling around….”

“You?”

“…Just appreciate how divine my hammer is.”

Iron Seonin raised his massive hammer.

“P-please.”

Drek Karaks pleaded in a pitiful voice.

Whoosh!

The divine hammer burning with white flames struck Drek Karaks’s head.

“Gack!”

Crack! Crunch!

Smash smash smash smash smash!

“This is how you kill them. Evil energy and demonic energy disappear with one strike of this hammer….”

However.

Whooom, clatter clatter!

It was no different.

Drek Karaks revived.

“T-this can’t be?”

“You said not being able to kill him was due to insufficient immortal energy?”

“….”

“I saw it very well. Truly a hammer strike overflowing with immortal energy.”

Meanwhile, Drek Karaks was exhausted.

Coming back to life wasn’t the problem.

The relentless pain being inflicted.

Would this pain disappear if he died?

Also, listening to their conversation, he could guess where this was.

‘Immortal Realm….’

Then these guys are Immortals?

How absurd.

Did the real Immortal Realm actually exist?

Well, considering the Demon Realm exists too.

Then that means Kim Tae-ju’s soul connector is an Immortal.

Even if that’s correct, there’s still a remaining question.

How did he end up here?

“…J-just kill me instead.”

“Shut up! Bastard, that’s what we’re doing right now!”

Another Immortal came.

“What are you playing with so enjoyably?”

It was Hwaseong, the painting Immortal.

After also going through the same actions that Swordsman and Iron Seonin had done.

“The killing method is wrong. I’ll broaden your perspectives.”

Hwaseong took out a sheet of painting paper and quickly drew a picture with his brush.

A landscape painting depicting rocky cliffs and valleys.

And then.

“Go in!”

Swoosh swoosh swoosh!

Drek Karaks was sucked into the landscape painting and became part of the picture.

“Did you see?”

“Trapping him is the end? If we’re going to do this, it’s more convenient to just put him in the Infinite Space.”

“This isn’t the end.”

Hwaseong took out a disposable lighter he had purchased from the shopping mall.

Chik!

He lit the painting paper on fire.

Whoooosh!

The landscape painting burned away in an instant.

“Oh!”

“What an ingenious method.”

However.

“Huh?”

“I knew this would happen.”

Drek Karaks regenerated again from where the painting paper had burned.

And before they knew it, the immortals had all crowded around.

“What’s this?”

“What’s going on?”

“That pile of bones… did he open a hangover soup restaurant?”

“You have quite the stomach. You’d eat that?”

They gathered in droves at the Multiplex Courtyard.

Gonryun, Maehua, Sambong Seonin, Flame Immortal, Ice Immortal, Daseong, Water Immortal, Great Tree Immortal, Demon Valley Immortal…

After hearing the story from Hwaseong and rushing to Dok-seon to confirm whether they could enter the Infinite Space.

“Form a line.”

“It’s 100,000 coins, right?”

“Let’s hurry this up. If it doesn’t seem to work, give up.”

“You only get one chance.”

Drek Karaks just gave up on everything.

Resurrection wasn’t a blessing but a curse.

He too wanted to die forever.

Just how many times did he have to die for this to end?

A long line formed.

The immortals chatted and giggled with each other as if this were some fun game.

But that wasn’t all.

“Five cold canned beers and peanut snacks delivery!”

“Over here, monkey!”

“Five stars, please leave a review too. Here’s a service bonus.”

“Sure thing!”

“When is my black bean ramen coming?”

“It just left now.”

“You said that over ten minutes ago!”

“What’s Daseong doing? Not making coffee, delivery’s not working!”

“It’s break time.”

What kind of world was this place?

Was this really the Immortal Realm?

Immortals holding smartphones?

Drek Karaks died, revived, died again, and revived again.

By this point.

“Why won’t he die? He looks so frail.”

“It seems he can’t even die at will.”

“He appears to have a completely different kind of energy than what we know.”

“He must have gained some immortal status.”

“Tsk tsk, he must be some kind of demon king like Honse Mawang.”

If he possessed the abilities of a demon king, sealing would be the best option.

‘What should we do?’

It would be cleaner to kill him if possible.

Danggumak pondered for a moment before making his decision.

“We should ask Yama.”

“Oh! Good idea.”

“Let’s go.”

He put Drek Karaks into the Infinite Space.

Danggumak passed through the door that was always open to Hwangcheon-gye.

The immortals all followed behind him in a crowd.

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