The Chairman of Pharmaceutical Company is a Poison King - Chapter 175
—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Team. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————
Chapter 175: The Procedures of Hwangcheon
Making hair growth medicine is urgent, but we can’t forget about the Cheongyae Sindosi construction project that Danggumak is planning.
The starting point is acquiring Fujii Construction.
Through this company, we plan to purchase necessary materials and organize construction know-how to send to the Immortal Realm.
The acquisition work was proceeding smoothly.
There may be complicated circumstances behind it, but there’s no need to interfere with that.
We’re building apartments for the Cheonin in the Heavenly Realm.
Is it really possible?
‘What’s impossible about it?’
There’s plenty of labor.
The prisoners of Hwangcheon-gye and the army of the Heavenly Realm.
Are these ordinary humans?
Honestly, we don’t even need equipment.
We just need to teach them how to build.
Let’s start by making a model house.
Tae-ju called a Craftsman in Gurye.
He got the blueprints for the trendy officetel structures.
“Make it 24 pyeong in size, implementing the latest officetel room exactly as is.”
“Don’t you need a roof?”
“No, just make it box-shaped. Include furniture, sofas, and appliances as built-ins too.”
“Understood, Chairman.”
“Please use good materials. Make it as sturdy as a real house.”
“I’ll do my best.”
Once the model house is completed, I need to send this whole thing to the Immortal Realm…
‘I wonder if it’ll fit.’
This is the concern.
Actually, the area is sufficient.
How vast is the Infinite Space, and the Shared Warehouse too.
However, the size that can fit at once is the problem.
At first, it was tight even fitting a large TV.
How precarious was it when putting in the Swordsman’s Harley bike?
But after going through several more soul connections and taking Heavenly Peaches, now it’s big enough to easily fit large limousine sedans.
But I haven’t tested anything larger than that.
There was no need or opportunity to do so.
I did test a little while ago whether a large dump truck would fit.
Of course, that also went in smoothly without any problems.
Tae-ju came to Yangsan Port.
A place where large containers bound for America are loaded.
If dump trucks can fit, one container would be nothing.
Then how many would be possible?
Let’s try stacking them.
The area of one 20-foot container is about 5 pyeong.
If you place 6 of them horizontally and vertically, that’s 30 pyeong.
Considering height and stacking them 2 stories high, that’s 12 total.
It’s no different from putting in an entire 30-pyeong apartment unit.
‘Will it fit?’
It has to fit.
‘I’ll know if I try.’
Tae-ju opened the Infinite Space.
And concentrating his mind…
Swoosh! Suck!
“Oh!”
12 containers disappearing at once.
‘This is crazy, crazy.’
Why did I only try this now?
The prefab model house being built in Gurye will fit easily too.
At this point, I’m curious.
About the maximum size that can fit.
This time, 8 containers horizontally and vertically combined.
If 2 stories, that’s 16, which is 40 pyeong in area.
Swoosh! Suck!
‘Huh? It went in again?’
40 pyeong is no problem either.
Then what about 50 pyeong?
Swoosh, suck.
‘…’
I’m speechless.
I didn’t know it would go in this easily.
But there was a limit.
Exactly up to 60 pyeong.
Beyond that, not everything went in and containers remained on the ground.
Still, at this level, there aren’t many things that can’t fit at once.
‘I should contact the assembly construction company and ask them to make one more.’
It seems like there’d be no problem carrying it around in the Infinite Space.
When there’s outdoor work, just take this out and it’s done.
For electricity, connecting a crystal generator would be sufficient.
Anyway, the next delivery to the Immortal Realm is the model house.
Earth’s actual living space will make its debut in the Immortal Realm and Heavenly Realm.
‘The delivery problem is solved.’
Suddenly!
Ring.
A phone call came.
When I answered.
– Hey there, Chairman Kim.
It was Geum Su-ho, the Imperial Palace secretary.
“Yes, it’s me.”
– It’s nothing major, but there’s an Imperial Palace banquet tomorrow. Let’s meet at the Imperial Palace to see each other’s faces.
A banquet.
“Do I have to attend?”
– Come on, it’s been quite a while since we met. Please definitely attend.
Can’t be helped.
“Yes, I’ll see you at the Imperial Palace.”
– Hehehe, I’ll be waiting.
What banquet.
I’m already dying from having so much to do.
* * *
Immortal Realm.
One plus one.
One came, and then another one came.
Now that there are two, the range of choices has expanded.
Vincent Moretti was being interrogated by the Immortals in the Immortal Realm Multiplex Courtyard, his entire body covered with restraining and sealing talismans.
“Do you want to die? Speak quickly. How can we open the door to Earth?”
“….”
“Hey, look at this bastard? Are you ignoring me? Just rolling your eyes around, how dare you to an Immortal!”
“….”
“Doesn’t this guy understand our language? I spoke clearly in the Samhan Empire language.”
“….”
“Is he a foreigner who doesn’t know our language?”
Then the Swordsman interjected with a serious expression.
“Our language? Are you citizens of the Samhan Empire?”
“Wh, what?”
“I’m the only Immortal here with proper identification?”
“…Damn it!”
“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t go around impersonating Samhan Empire citizens. It’s annoying.”
In fact, there was no way Vincent Moretti didn’t know the Samhan language.
He was Earth’s greatest scholar, there couldn’t be a language he didn’t know.
However, the title these people used to refer to themselves.
Immortals.
They called themselves Immortals.
Did this even make sense?
Immortals who spoke the Samhan Empire language.
“In movies and novels, wizards put their hands on heads and extract information, is there any Seonin who can do that?”
“Tsk tsk, what do you think this world is, fantasy?”
“…Isn’t it fantasy?”
“Hmm, now that you mention it, it is. Gwi-gok, you seem like you might have a method.”
Demon Valley Immortal, who had been crouching in front of Vincent Moretti examining him from all angles, answered.
“I’m currently researching it. But this guy’s brain is very different from ordinary people’s.”
“Different how?”
“There are mechanical devices attached to his brain, and I can see metal wires and such.”
“Huh, so he’s not human but a robot.”
“Is he a transforming robot?”
The Immortals offered their opinions one by one.
“Let’s not pressure him too much and try to coax him gently.”
“Will that work? He tried to self-destruct as soon as he arrived.”
“Hehehe, Jacques! Come here! Finally we shall become one! That’s what he said.”
“It was truly magnificent.”
“I almost cried.”
Even with the Immortals’ mockery, Vincent didn’t open his mouth.
He couldn’t even tell if this was a dream or reality.
“Monkey! Put your golden headband on this guy.”
“Hmm, how can an Immortal torture a person?”
“Damn, can’t Immortals torture people?”
“…But where’s Dok-seon?”
“He went to Hwangcheon-gye. He’s probably meeting with Yama.”
Hwangcheon-gye? Yama?
Vincent still couldn’t assess the situation.
Danggumak had put Jacques Deluane in the Infinite Space and was conversing with Yama.
To ask if they could look into this guy’s head using Hwangcheon-gye’s dharma treasures.
Yama pondered for a moment then spoke.
“I’ll try, but I don’t think we should proceed with the work as is.”
“Why is that?”
“One guy is on his last legs, and the other one hasn’t been broken in. Vincent, that bastard caused trouble as soon as he arrived in the Immortal Realm, right?”
Yama was right.
Vincent had tried to self-destruct through soul fusion.
A soul like his looked sickly, as if his life was coming to an end.
“Like Drek Karaks, send him to Hell and….”
“Hey, that guy was originally immortal, and his soul was no different from a demon, so we could throw him in Hell and punish him, but these guys will die soon. Or commit suicide.”
“If they die, can’t we collect their souls and put them back in their bodies?”
Like the sinners in Hell.
But Yama shook his head.
“Did these guys come from our human world?”
“No, they didn’t.”
“If they die here, their souls will disappear completely, right? The underworld has procedures. We can’t just make any soul into a sinner.”
“Ugh.”
That meant death would be the end.
It would waste Tae-ju’s goodwill in capturing and sending them.
“Then is there a way….”
“There’s one thing we could try.”
“Please tell me.”
Yama took a deep drag of his e-cigarette and continued.
“It’s kind of a loophole, shall we say? Let’s follow the procedures, though I’m not sure if it’ll work.”
“Hmm, in detail?”
“So….”
The rules of Hwangcheon-gye.
When someone dies in the human world, Chasa or Saja bring their soul, and through the judgment of Pangwan, reincarnation or Hell is decided.
If reincarnation, they’re sent to the Realm of the Buddhas; if they’re sinners, their souls belong to Hell.
Then they can be handled freely.
Not only will they not die, but they can also extract the knowledge they possess by manipulating their soul essence.
“Give it a try. What’s good about one plus one? If one fails, there’s still the other.”
“That’s right.”
“Let’s work on this guy first. Was his name Jacques?”
“That should be right. Vincent called him that.”
Jacques also had a mechanical body.
But with wires sticking out here and there and his pathetic behavior, it wouldn’t be strange if he died soon.
“Besides, isn’t this Jacques guy the original? He discovered the dimensional gate technology, and Vincent only acquired it through soul connection.”
“Good.”
“Leave it to me. I’ve already informed Kang Rim, so he’ll handle it.”
Suddenly!
Swoosh!
A door appeared in the Underworld Inferno Palace.
Kang Rim emerged from within.
“Your Majesty, I’ve returned.”
“Did you find a suitable location?”
“Yes, there’s a place called Xian in the human world, where an inn called Heukjeom exists.”
“Heukjeom? I feel like I’ve heard that name before.”
“It’s a place that kidnaps humans to make dumplings with human flesh or manufactures jiangshi.”
“Ah! Now I remember.”
“But it turns out it was one of the Demonic Cult remnants’ hideouts.”
Then Danggumak’s eyes sparkled.
Though he had become an Immortal, freed from worldly ties, he couldn’t just let the Demonic Cult slide.
“Are you saying there are still Demonic Cult bastards remaining?”
“Human greed has no end. They repeat the same mistakes.”
“Hehe.”
“I understand the leader of Heukjeom has learned the Heavenly Demon Divine Art. Since the demonic energy has already invaded his brain, he’s practically half-mad, so if we throw this Jacques fellow to him, he’ll kill him immediately.”
“Really? Then go throw him over there.”
Yama opened the door.
A door leading to the human realm.
A privilege held by Hwangcheon-gye administrators.
Immortals cannot pass through this door.
Only Sangje of Cheon-gye has the authority to permit Immortals’ descent to the human realm.
Danggumak pulled Jacques Deluane out from the Infinite Space.
Swoosh.
Jacques emerged outside.
But he couldn’t regain his senses.
He couldn’t move either.
It seemed to be because of the yellow paper stuck to his chest.
‘Why did I end up in this state?’
In the world where he lived, a mirror dimensional gate had opened.
Who could have summoned it?
Obviously Vincent.
What did it mean that the gate had opened?
There were two possibilities.
Either Vincent had solved the dimensional gate binding and rescued him, or he had performed the noble act of applying the experiment directly to himself as a scientist.
At first, he thought it had been resolved.
When he came out of the gate, Vincent was breaking free from the binding and moving away, so the soul fusion phenomenon didn’t occur.
But it was a mistake.
Vincent, did you rescue me?
No, I was captured too.
It was like this.
Gangrim shouldered Jacques Deluane, who couldn’t move with the restraint talisman attached.
“Now, let’s go. To the human realm.”
The human realm?
Then where is this place?
Thus, Jacques Deluane crossed over with Gangrim into the human realm, the world called Gangho Murim.
* * *
Jianghu, Shanxi Province, Xi’an.
There was a shabby inn in the slums.
It appeared ordinary but was actually a demonic den called Heukjeom.
The inn’s owner was a martial artist named Jegal Yeong-ho.
Originally a rear guard of the Jegal Clan. However, his family was destroyed by Jeoldaedokma Danggumak because his grandfather Jegal Cheon had joined the Demonic Cult.
‘That bastard Danggumak, I’ll tear him to pieces!’
What was wrong with following the trend?
Gangho had practically been devoured by the Demonic Cult.
That’s why they had followed Cheonma.
Who knew Cheonma would die so futilely?
If he had known, he wouldn’t have joined the Demonic Cult.
He would definitely get his revenge.
The target was the Sichuan Dang Clan.
He would drain them all, regardless of age or gender.
The secret manual left to him by his grandfather Jegal Cheon, the clan head who was called Brain Demon in the Demonic Cult before his death – the Heavenly Demon Divine Art.
Since its essence was an absorption technique, he set up Heukjeom and kidnapped people to drain their vital essence.
The corpses were ground up and made into dumplings.
He was confident.
Though not as much as Cheonma, he thought the Sichuan Dang Clan without Jeoldaedokma Danggumak would be sufficient.
‘Soon now…’
That’s when it happened.
Swoooooosh!
Crash! Bang bang bang bang!
“Kyaaaaaaah!”
Something broke through the inn’s roof, crushed one of the Heukjeom employees working inside, penetrated the floor, and fell down to the basement where Jegal Yeong-ho was.
When he approached to look, it was a person.
“What the…”
Jegal Yeong-ho was startled.
What the hell is this guy?
Why did he fall from the sky?
However, his identity wasn’t important.
He had destroyed the Heukjeom he was operating.
He had also killed his subordinate.
Killing intent flared up like fire.
There was no need to know the circumstances.
“You bastard!”
Jegal Yeong-ho raised his hand blade.
“How dare you, do you know where this is?”
And he thrust it into the chest of the fallen human.
Crack! Sizzle sizzle!
“Huh?”
Was he wearing iron armor?
It felt like stabbing into a lump of metal.
But this much couldn’t block the demonic energy of the Heavenly Demon Divine Art.
Jegal Yeong-ho channeled his energy and stabbed deeper.
Crackle crackle crack!
Originally, Jacques Deluane’s heart was like an engine that moved his mechanical body.
When the external attack reached it, it malfunctioned.
Whirrrrrr…
Simultaneously, an explosion occurred.
BOOOOOOOOM!
“Heok!”
Jegal Yeong-ho was blown backward, spewing a fountain of blood from his mouth.
Jacques Deluane’s mechanical body was also shattered to pieces.
In that instant!
Swoooosh!
Gangrim Chasa revealed himself at some point.
And he reached out to collect Jacques Deluane’s soul escaping from the body.
But Jegal Yeong-ho didn’t die.
He just lost consciousness while coughing up blood.
At most, qi deviation?
“What a shame. I was hoping to take one more guy as a one-plus-one deal… It seems it’s not time yet.”
Anyway, it was a success.
Jacques Deluane had died in Gangho Murim, that is, the human realm.
His soul had also escaped.
This meant he could now apply the laws of Hwangcheon-gye.
‘The remaining one too….’
He could kill them in the human world like this and extract their souls.
—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Team. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE
