The Chairman of Pharmaceutical Company is a Poison King - Chapter 162

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Chapter 162: Why Won’t You Die? (2)

Underworld, Yama’s Eophwagung.

The day’s work was finished and they were now in a wrap-up meeting.

“Alright, let’s wrap this up and go have a drink at the multiplex.”

Kang Rim raised his hand at Yama’s words.

“Um, I have plans today…”

“What?”

“Don’t you know there’s a new drama coming out at the theater?”

“What is it?”

“It’s called Cuttlefish Game Season 2… You need to watch it on a big screen to feel immersed.”

Geopyun Pangwan snapped at Kang Rim’s words.

“You bastard, you can just look at the Immortals’ faces to see squid.”

“That’s right, there’s poison squid, sword squid, alcohol squid, painting squid, all kinds.”

“Still, Season 1 was pretty entertaining.”

“Do the same actors appear in Season 2?”

“Let’s take this opportunity to make our own drama.”

“A drama?”

“Immortal Realm Squid Game, how about it?”

It must have been quite an interesting proposal, as the meeting room became noisy.

“Let’s try a survival game like the drama?”

“Of course we’ll put coins up as prizes…”

“Since the Immortals can use magic, we’d have to seal their divine energy too.”

“Will the Immortal Realm squids cooperate?”

“With coins at stake, they’ll desperately rush in.”

“Should we film with smartphones?”

“Film it and reverse export to Earth…”

That’s when it happened.

“Having fun?”

“Chewing, tearing, tasting, enjoying – what a commotion.”

“Who would have thought you’d just badmouth us under the pretense of a meeting?”

“As expected of the sinister Underworld.”

“You call us squid? When you look like maggots yourselves.”

The Immortals had appeared in Eophwagung at some point.

They had all come together.

“…Oh.”

“Hmm.”

“Wh-when?”

Danggumak came forward with a serious expression.

“Poison Squid has something to ask, so we came.”

Yama rolled his eyes around as he spoke.

“D-did you hear everything?”

“Sorry, we have sharp hearing.”

“Well, how that happened was…”

“Never mind that, take a look at this.”

He brought out Drek Karaks from the Infinite Space.

“Hmm?”

It was a bizarre form.

Not only did it have horns on its head, but its entire body was just bones and skin, practically a living skeleton.

It looked more wretched than a prisoner of Hell.

“This is…”

Rumble.

The seated Pangwans and Chasas also gathered around.

“What is this thing?”

“Since it has a physical form… a jiangshi?”

“It’s not a jiangshi, it smells like an evil spirit.”

“…An evil ghost?”

Drek Karaks was out of his mind.

He had been moved somewhere else again and brought back out.

Who were these guys now?

Where was this place?

They were different from the Immortals too.

If he felt an immense gap in power from the Immortals, these beings made his body tremble just by looking at them.

“What do you think? Please judge as an expert.”

Expert?

Who exactly was this person?

Large bulging eyes, bushy black beard, a face red as if burning, broad imposing build, and thus dignity emanating from his entire body.

His head naturally bowed.

He couldn’t even make eye contact.

“Dok-seon, first I’m curious where this thing came from. It doesn’t seem to be a demon.”

“Sigh.”

Danggumak sighed.

He was getting tired of telling the same story again.

But since it was about Tae-ju, he endured it.

He told the story in detail from beginning to end.

Then Yama and the Pangwans and Chasas showed intense curiosity with wide eyes.

“So you’re saying something that’s not even human was delivered from Earth? And it’s an evil necromancer soul-linker that tormented Kim Tae-ju?”

“Exactly.”

“And it doesn’t die easily either?”

“That’s why this thing is still alive.”

Yama thought for a moment.

Then.

“First, we need to examine the soul this thing possesses. If we’re lucky, we might even find out what kind of being the soul-linker is.”

“Oh! I would be grateful.”

Yama gave instructions to one of the Pangwans.

“Odo Pangwan, go and bring the Soul-Summoning Bell.”

“I’ll fetch it immediately.”

The Soul-Summoning Bell.

A treasure of the Underworld.

It looked like a bell.

When shaken, it shows in detail even the sins committed in current and past lives through the sinner’s soul as a medium.

Moreover, it can peer into the very essence of the soul.

Whether it’s truly human, or a cunning evil spirit.

Yama, holding the Soul-Summoning Bell, interrogated Drek Karaks with a stern voice.

“I ask you, with whom have you linked your soul?”

“…What’s it to you.”

Not a chance.

Did they think he would tell them that?

‘You want to examine who my soul-linker is?’

How dare you!

These beings who don’t know their place.

Suddenly courage wells up inside him.

Drek Karaks also knew well about the mechanism of soul connectors.

The soul connected to him was also an absolute ruler of the world.

By no means ordinary.

Though he was human, it was only regrettable that he couldn’t fully manifest the power of that great being who shared his soul.

Becoming a Deus Lich was also to get as close to him as possible.

‘If they knew who the soul connected to me was, they’d probably faint from shock.’

No, would they even be able to figure it out?

Then Yama smiled mockingly with a bitter laugh.

“Insignificant thing, I shall reveal it myself.”

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Yama vigorously shook the soul-summoning bell.

Woooooooo….

“You have revealed your own sins!”

In that instant!

Flaaaash!

Something like a vision unfolded on the ceiling of the Eobhwagung Conference Room.

“Gasp!”

Drek Karaks’s eyes widened.

In the vision above his head, though blurry, his deeds on Earth flowed like a panorama.

European Imperial Mega-Rome.

Born into an ordinary family, lost his parents to a monster wave, lived with difficulty until one day he experienced soul connection.

And using that power as a foundation, he took over gang organizations one by one, selling drugs, prostitution, contract killing, kidnapping, extortion, and loan sharking while expanding his influence.

He killed so many.

At first he only killed gang members, but later he killed ordinary people to gain power.

All his deeds were revealed.

The process of taking in those with useful qualities as disciples, finally establishing an organization called the Black Mafia to rule Europe’s nights, and even raising undead to sacrifice all of Moscow.

“Th-th-that….”

“Wicked bastard!”

“He committed every evil deed there is.”

“…It’s pitiful that he grew up in an unfortunate family though.”

“Do all unfortunate people become evil? Just look at the Cheonin – almost none of them were born into wealthy families in their past lives.”

The vision began to fade away.

“Hmm, is that the end?”

“Tsk, and here I thought we could find out about the soul connector too.”

“Try harder, Yama.”

Gasp!

Drek Karaks doubted his own ears.

‘Yama?’

That King Yama who manages the underworld and rules hell?

‘No way! That can’t be….’

Clang, clang, clang!

The bell sound grew more intense.

The vision appeared again.

The atmosphere had changed.

But then?

“Huh?”

“Ah!”

“Hmm….”

“Where is that?”

“…That’s not Earth?”

An environment completely different from Earth.

A gloomy sky, pitch-black earth, and bizarrely shaped flora and fauna.

The Immortals tilted their heads.

Where was the place in the vision?

Meanwhile, Drek Karaks’s eyes became hazy.

Because he knew where that place was.

The Demon Realm.

The place where the great soul connected to him lived.

That’s right.

My other self in another world is a Demon King.

Ahhh!

O great soul of mine.

Who could understand the resentment of being unable to fully manifest the power he possessed because he was human, not demon?

If only he could go to the Demon Realm, he might have been able to obtain a demon’s body.

He wanted to follow even half of that.

But the limit of what he could achieve as a human was only Deus Lich.

How could these pathetic fools know?

The greatness of a Demon King.

Clang, clang, clang!

The bell sound rang in his head.

His chest swelled with emotion.

His heart pounded.

His senses reached their peak.

His body felt like it was floating.

At the same time, Drek Karaks’s soul was being sucked somewhere.

Ahhhhh!

This feeling, this sensation.

‘Finally….’

It was Drek Karaks’s soul connection.

The first to sense it was, of course, Danggumak.

‘Look at this bastard?’

Out of nowhere, here?

“It’s a soul connection.”

The Immortals were startled by Danggumak’s words.

“Who? Could it be Kim Tae-ju and Dok-seon….”

“No! This bastard. He seems to be currently soul-connected with someone.”

“What!”

Tremble tremble.

The soul-summoning bell shook violently.

And then.

Flash!

Someone revealed themselves in the vision on the Eobhwagung ceiling.

“What’s that? That goat head?”

“Wow! Fire is coming out of his eyes.”

“He has horns and a pointed chin too, it would hurt to get stabbed by that.”

“I’ve never seen anyone so ugly in my life.”

“Compared to that thing, Honse Mawang is idol-level.”

“Is that goat this bastard’s soul connector?”

But Drek Karaks was moved to tears.

That person is himself.

The ruler of the demon tribe.

Baphomet, the king of the Demon Realm.

How proud he was!

Drek Karaks couldn’t contain the exclamation bursting from his mouth.

“O King of the Demon Realm! Please mock these lowly trash to your heart’s content!”

The immortals were bewildered by those words.

“Why is this bastard acting like this? Did he take drugs?”

“Demon King? Where the hell is the Demon Realm supposed to be?”

Right at that moment!

Baphomet in the illusion looked directly at the immortals.

“What? Look at that bastard? He’s staring right at us?”

“That goat-looking bastard. I’ll rip his mouth wide open!”

“Yama, can’t you create a door to where that bastard lives?”

Yama also frowned as he glared at the great demon, Demon King Baphomet, who appeared in the illusion.

He could tell at first sight.

A crystallization of evil that was vile, cruel, sinister, and cunning.

The type Yama hated most – if he were right in front of him, he would have torn him apart immediately.

“Lower your eyes, you demon bastard! How dare you be so insolent.”

Sssssss!

The violent power of the underworld surged throughout Yama’s body.

“Act up and you’ll shit blood? Should I come over? Think I can’t? Try opening a door?”

Meanwhile, Drek Karaks was experiencing a unity of consciousness.

Himself and Demon King Baphomet.

Through the soul connection, experiences and memories were shared.

Each other’s emotions also flowed back and forth in real-time.

Thus, Drek Karaks knew.

What Demon King Baphomet was currently thinking.

Shock, astonishment, confusion, bewilderment, and…

‘Huh! Wh-what?’

The remaining one was fear.

The terror that herbivores feel when facing a predator.

Baphomet was afraid.

Of these immortals, of the magistrates, of the underworld officials.

Especially Baphomet’s intense reaction to Yama.

‘Demon God…’

That was it.

Demon King Baphomet was recognizing Yama as a Demon God.

‘Cr-crazy! Th-this is impossible…’

Baphomet even lowered his eyes first.

And the connection gradually grew fainter.

‘W-wait!’

Snap!

‘Huh?’

The connection was severed.

Baphomet had forcibly cut it off.

The illusion disappeared with a poof.

Drek Karaks was dumbfounded.

The ruler of the Demon Realm, the Demon King, had cut off the soul connection out of fear?

“Damn, he ran away. Your Majesty, what the hell are you doing?”

“You let him escape, and that bastard was trying to harm Kim Tae-ju.”

“Right, after receiving everything from Kim Tae-ju, you can’t even catch a bastard like that.”

“He doesn’t know gratitude, gratitude.”

“Just talking behind people’s backs.”

The immortals’ criticism continued in succession.

Yama protested against it.

“No! How am I supposed to catch someone who’s in another world?”

“Didn’t you say earlier that you could open a door? Were you bluffing?”

“It wasn’t exactly bluffing…”

“Oh! Then you can go to that side, to the Demon Realm?”

“Not right now. But since this bastard’s soul and that Demon King reacted to the soul-summoning spell, if I research it a bit more…”

Then Swordsman spoke in a subtle voice.

“Then what about Earth too?”

“I’ve told you repeatedly that’s impossible. There needs to be a soul like mine on Earth.”

“Tsk, I’m disappointed, Yama.”

“…”

Yama looked at Dok-seon and said.

“What should we do with this bastard?”

“Well, we’ve seen everything we needed to see, and he’s useless now.”

“Then leave him to me. I have some things to research.”

“Go ahead.”

Having received permission, Yama called Kang Rim.

“Kang Rim.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“First, throw this bastard into hell.”

“Understood.”

“Make sure to work him to the bone until he becomes soft and pliable.”

Kang Rim grabbed the neck of Drek Karaks, who was still in a daze, twisted it, and crossed over to Scorching Hell.

“Cheonma! Hyeolma!”

“Yes!”

“Did you call for us?”

Cheonma and Hyeolma, who had been assigned the role of hell prisoner managers for their contributions to the Seon-gye World construction project, came running hurriedly.

“Take this newcomer. Work him hard.”

“…How intense should we go?”

“He’s one who won’t die, so you can beat him up to your heart’s content.”

“Hahaha, don’t you worry about a thing.”

“I’ll get you chicken and beer as prison food later.”

Drek Karaks’s hell life had just begun.

* * *

Tae-ju visited the Imperial Palace late at night, avoiding reporters.

With so many phone calls coming in, he had to meet them.

He contacted them in advance, so Geum Su-ho came out to greet him personally.

Emperor Ryu Tae-hyeon and Geum Su-ho had expressions suggesting they had much to say.

“Good to see you. You’ve been busy lately, haven’t you? Both inside and out.”

“Yes, a little, to the point where new drug research is difficult.”

Actually, it wasn’t that difficult, but let’s exaggerate a bit.

“Hehe, that would be troublesome… But what kind of medicine?”

“It’s a doping potion for raids. I’m currently experimenting with it myself. Right now I’ve entered the phase of minimizing side effects as much as possible.”

“Really?”

The Emperor’s face lit up.

Addictive doping potions still exist today.

The problem is that the side effects are so severe they’re not widely used.

But what if we could make doping potions without side effects?

Moreover, wouldn’t this be medicine made by Chairman Kim Tae-ju himself?

It would be a great help in conquering monster-infested areas.

Plus, we could respond to unexpected situations like undead incidents.

“What are the effects?”

“They’re incredible. You might not know this, but there was recently a conquest of the DMZ Monster Concentration Zone.”

“I know about that too. It was successful, right?”

“Nine people killed 88 elite monsters, thanks to the raid doping potions.”

“Ohhh!”

Well, Sword Empress Jeong Yeon-hee did play a big part though.

“And I’m also thinking of researching hair growth treatments.”

“Gasp!”

This time Geum Su-ho let out an exclamation.

“Is, is that really true? Hair growth treatment?”

“Yes.”

“Ohhh! When will it come out? Could I volunteer as a test subject?”

Why is he making such a fuss?

He’s a man with plenty of hair.

“Actually, my hair has been falling out little by little recently. Taking medicine has slowed the progression, but still.”

“Hmm.”

Looking closely, his hairline had indeed receded slightly on both sides.

“M-shaped?”

Geum Su-ho nodded with a forlorn expression.

The Emperor clicked his tongue as if exasperated and said.

“Tsk tsk, getting all old and decrepit… Just shave it all off!”

“I would have if my head shape was even average.”

“A guy who says he has no thoughts of marriage…”

“I may not marry, but I do date… Anyway, this isn’t the time for this. We need to help Chairman Kim focus on his research.”

“How?”

“We need to get rid of the reporters first.”

Currently, all the Empire’s citizens were focused on the soul connection issue.

It was a frenzy.

Turn on the TV and that’s all they talked about.

YouTube was the same.

It was so bad that even the Emperor.

“I’m being suspected too. They’re asking if I’m a soul connector, and even when I say no, they don’t seem to believe me.”

“…That must be difficult for you.”

“It’s incredibly frustrating. I held a tea party with my ministers, and they all kept asking if I was a soul connector.”

That was understandable.

A Grand Master incomparable to most other Masters.

Wasn’t Emperor Ryu Tae-hyeon the strongest Awakened in the Samhan Empire?

So he’d often been compared to others from before.

Who would win if Emperor Alex Caesar and Emperor Ryu Tae-hyeon fought?

Lion or tiger?

Superman or Batman?

In the midst of all this, the fact that Emperor Alex Caesar had hidden his awakening mark with a Polymorph ring was revealed.

It was perhaps natural that Emperor Ryu Tae-hyeon would be suspected.

“Even after taking off rings, taking off necklaces, and scrubbing the marks with exfoliating towels, they still won’t drop their suspicions.”

Geum Su-ho also shook his head and continued.

“Yes, it was quite something. Didn’t you try to climb onto the tea party table and even pull down your pants? Saying you’d prove you had no Polymorph items.”

“…I didn’t actually pull down my pants.”

“You did unbuckle your belt though. If I hadn’t stopped you, you would have pulled them down, wouldn’t you?”

If even the Emperor was like this, how much worse must it be for others?

“But tell me, which world are you connected to…”

The Emperor asked cautiously, while Geum Su-ho approached slyly with sparkling eyes.

So this was their real purpose after all.

‘Hmm.’

Should I tell them or not?

Even if I do tell them, I can’t mention the Immortal Realm or the Immortals.

Obviously no mention of item exchanges either.

Just the human world.

So the first connection to Gangho Murim before ascending to immortality.

‘That much should be fine, right?’

They’d also understand where my abilities in hidden weapons, poisons, and medicine manufacturing came from.

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