The Chairman of Pharmaceutical Company is a Poison King - Chapter 179

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Chapter 179: Not You, But Me

The upper realm soccer tournament for friendship promotion came to an end.

So what about the winning team?

There wasn’t one.

The finals weren’t even held.

There weren’t even any teams that won their first matches.

The games turned into complete chaos.

A complete disaster of soccer where they kicked opponents’ ankles and heads instead of the ball.

Yama and the Hwangcheon-gye administrators came rushing out in fury, and Taesang Nogoon and the Immortals also rushed out to counter them.

It was fortunate that internal energy, immortal qi, divine power, and magical power were sealed in the arena, otherwise a beautiful violent upper realm battle might have broken out.

Naturally, this was a huge shock to the kind-hearted Haemak Seonnyeo.

She even sat down in the arena and wailed loudly.

“Waaaah, I won’t do it anymore! I won’t! What is this!”

When Haemak-i burst into tears, the Immortals and Hwangcheon-gye administrators were startled and rushed over.

“H-Haemak Seonnyeo, we were wrong. We won’t do it again, so please cheer up.”

But consoling her was useless.

“I don’t want to! I’m going to cry! You kicked people instead of the ball…”

“Th-that’s because those Immortal bastards started it first…”

“Immortal bastards? Ugh! You cunning Hwangcheon bastards, using sinners as players from the start…”

“Waaaah!”

Haemak-i won’t referee?

Then there’s no one to do it.

Even if they called Sangje, Seo Wang-mo, or the Dragon King, who would take on the role?

It was obvious an even worse disaster would occur.

They had no choice but to end it here.

But the main culprits of this situation, the Swordsman and Immortal soccer teams, just pretended not to know and played dumb.

“W-who first suggested having a soccer match?”

“Who else but Dok-seon. It’s the match he forced to hold because he didn’t want to study.”

“Dok-seon was wrong.”

“Right. Dok-seon should take responsibility.”

“What’s an Immortal doing playing soccer?”

“I never wanted to do it in the first place.”

“Dok-seon, as an apology, let’s have a 90% sale on all items. Then we’ll forgive you.”

Danggumak trembled with rage.

These damn delinquent Immortals.

How did they even achieve ascension?

It was an unsolved mystery of the Immortal Realm.

Anyway, the soccer tournament ended without playing a single proper match.

The prizes for winning were also left hanging.

Just as everyone was about to return in vain.

Sangje glanced at Danggumak and spoke casually.

“Don’t worry about Haemak-i. She’s not one to hold grudges. She’ll be smiling brightly again soon.”

“I hope she won’t be traumatized.”

“Of course not! By the way… about the officetel model house installed in the Immortal Realm.”

“Yes.”

“Would it be alright to move it to Cheon-gye?”

“…”

At a time like this?

“…Why do you ask?”

“I want to install it in Jamigung, there are still many celestials who haven’t seen it.”

Danggumak nodded.

Yes, that’s actually better.

Let’s remove it from right in front of the Immortals’ eyes.

“Please do so.”

“Oh! Thank you.”

Seo Wang-mo also proposed purchasing a large camping car.

Like the officetel, it was a mobile means with perfectly equipped living facilities, much better than the Palace of Peach Blossoms.

“How about 500 top-grade Seondo and 2,000 premium-grade Seondo?”

“Hmm.”

Let’s sell it while we’re at it.

Would the Immortals stay quiet after seeing the camping car?

They’d obviously beg to try riding it once, or to go on trips together.

It was also a decent proposal.

Regular Seondo only needed to ripen for a month or two, but premium grade needed at least 3 years, and top grade needed to hang on trees for 10 years.

It would be more convenient to exchange them for Seondo and send them to Tae-ju.

“Please take it quickly, Wang-mo.”

“Hohoho, I’ll send the Seondo through Miho.”

They should have done this from the start.

What soccer tournament!

* * *

Meanwhile, the Immortals were thoroughly upset.

They missed out on the camping car, the officetel model house residency rights were gone, and their threat of a 90% sale at the Immortal Realm shopping mall didn’t work either.

Naturally, Danggumak became their target.

“Since the tournament is over, let’s have Dok-seon study magical engineering.”

“Starting tonight, all-nighters.”

“Let’s be strict with evaluations too. Midterms, finals, pop quizzes, group assignments… no, presentations too.”

“If the grades are bad, he’ll have to do remedial studies too.”

“Do we hate Dok-seon? This is all for Kim Tae-ju’s sake!”

Danggumak didn’t even respond.

Let’s just watch quietly.

See how far they’ll go.

“By the way Gwi-gok, did you finish making the gate generator?”

“If we just secure the energy source… that’s also a matter of time.”

“Who’s next in line?”

The Swordsman already went once, and Dok-seon is… ahem, absolutely cannot go.”

“Right. Dok-seon can’t go.”

“That would be trouble.”

“Let’s draw lots among ourselves. Excluding Dok-seon.”

How ridiculous.

They think he’s a fool.

‘They’re saying to exclude me as if it’s completely natural.’

They kept threatening him and implanting it like hypnosis.

Dok-seon can’t cross over, soul fusion might happen if he’s careless.

You just stay put.

Since there’s no choice, we’ll cross over instead.

‘What ridiculous nonsense. Why can’t I cross over?’

Both Tae-ju and himself.

They could sufficiently break the bonds of the soul-mediated Mirror Gate.

When the gate opens, they just need to stay far away, what’s so difficult about that?

‘They’re looking down on me too much.’

Ruining the soccer tournament and still being so shameless.

I should take this opportunity to set them straight.

He was the same soul as Tae-ju, so he was practically half-Earthling, which was why he wanted to give the immortals a chance… but now there was no need to be considerate.

‘Once Gwi-gok and Gal Hong finish making the generator…’

The 10 subspace bags that Vincent Moretti had brought.

Inside them were not only golems but also materials for the soul-mediated mirror gate generator.

Since he had figured out how to make it, it would be easy to create by following the method.

The remaining task was the energy source to power the generator.

The materials for that were also in the subspace.

About 3,000 elite mana crystals.

Just compress them like Vincent had done, and it would be finished.

It was easier than expected.

Even if the Immortal Realm didn’t have Earth’s scientific equipment, it had treasures instead.

Using the treasures to go through heating, compression, and recrystallization processes would complete it.

In other words, it meant he could soon cross over to Earth.

The dimensional generator was one-way.

If Danggumak activated it from the Immortal Realm, Tae-ju would come here, and if Tae-ju activated it from Earth, the immortals could cross over to Earth.

Naturally, he would send it through delivery for Tae-ju to activate from Earth.

‘They’re deciding the next turn by drawing lots among themselves?’

They didn’t even consider him.

They only thought about crossing over themselves.

Even now they were probably dreaming.

Going to Earth to meet Tae-ju and receive black cards, going to clubs like the Swordsman, meeting actors from dramas and movies, and shopping at department stores.

But not a chance.

It would become a futile dream.

Because.

‘The next turn is mine.’

His heart swelled with the thought of backstabbing the immortals.

It was so thrilling.

The true nature of Jeoldaedokma from before his ascension was slowly creeping out.

‘Hehehe, I’m so curious how their expressions will change at the crucial moment…’

Wait!

A sudden thought occurred to him.

‘Hmm… Haa…’

Had he suddenly gone crazy or something?

He was so happy thinking about making the immortals suffer that he was dying of joy.

Why was he enjoying such a thing so much?

He definitely wasn’t normal.

‘Could it be that I’ve been tainted?’

Like those delinquent immortals?

Was he becoming similar to them?

Danggumak shook his head vigorously.

‘…I haven’t gone that far yet.’

He desperately denied it.

It was probably just his mood.

Unaware of these inner thoughts, Gwi-gok and Gal Hong worked day and night to compress and synthesize the 3,000 elite mana crystals.

Taesang Nogoon’s treasure played a crucial role.

It was an iron cauldron called Seonyakjeong (Immortal Medicine Cauldron).

A cauldron for making elixirs.

They just needed to finely grind the elite mana crystals, heat them to evaporate unnecessary energy, and reconstruct the crystals using only the essence.

And so, finally.

They completed the fake dragon heart that would serve as the energy source for the soul-mediated mirror dimensional gate.

“We made it!”

“Let’s go!”

“Finally going to Earth again.”

“This is the energy source?”

“It’s similar to the fake wish-fulfilling orb that Kim Tae-ju sent before.”

The immortals were in a festive mood.

“Let’s quickly draw lots.”

“Well, we can take our time. Everyone will get their turn eventually anyway.”

“Don’t forget to get energy source materials when you cross over to Earth.”

And then they handed it to Danggumak.

“Now, now, Dok-seon, don’t forget to send this to Kim Tae-ju during the next delivery.”

“…Understood.”

Yes, good.

Let’s go to Earth.

‘Me, not you all.’

Time passed.

Ding.

The delivery signal appeared.

Danggumak put the soul-mediated mirror gate into the shared warehouse.

Along with a carefully written letter, of course.

* * *

Tae-ju entered the Imperial Palace.

Thanks to the Emperor and Geum Su-ho, he had acquired Fuji Group’s prime subsidiaries at almost bargain prices, so he wanted to express his gratitude.

“Thank you for your consideration.”

“What, for that little thing.”

“It must have been a big political burden.”

“Hehehe, who would dare say anything to me? The companies just found their rightful owner.”

He also had something else to ask for.

“This is what’s called black iron ingot. It’s the metal used for the bottom of container ships.”

“Ah! So this was called black iron. But why this?”

“I’m trying to make all of these into Talmyeongbido. I need help from the craftsmen belonging to the Imperial Palace.”

“Huh? 10,000 of them? Are you going to war or something?”

“Not war…”

Tae-ju revealed his plan for a solo raid on Beyond Elite monsters in the old Chinese territory.

“What did you say?”

“Be, Beyond Elite? Even if it’s you, that’s…”

“No way! I’m against it. The risk is too great.”

“Unless we issue a total mobilization order for the Imperial Forces and conduct it as a military operation.”

“Right. That would be better.”

A military operation would actually be more troublesome.

“Almost all of China is a monster-infested area. If the military enters, it will take a long time and cause heavy casualties. I’ll quietly hunt and get out.”

“…Quietly hunt and get out? Haha, is a Beyond Elite monster some kind of Long-tailed Saekkitokki? Beyond is no different from a dragon. Of course, I know you caught the Black Demon Dragon, but that was the weakest one. And you were alone.”

The Emperor passionately opposed it.

But Geum Su-ho had different thoughts.

If it wasn’t alone but two people, it might be possible.

“Chairman Kim, are you perhaps going with that person?”

“That person?”

“There, at the police station, Do, the person called Dongbin.”

“Ah!”

He seems to be talking about the Swordsman.

“Dongbin has returned to where he used to live.”

“Huh, then you’re really going alone?”

“Yes.”

“Then I’m against it too. Absolutely not!”

I understand the Emperor and Geum Su-ho’s opposition, but…

Tae-ju chuckled softly.

“Why do you think I can’t go alone?”

“It’s not that I don’t trust you. Beyond Elites are on a completely different level from regular magical beasts. If something goes wrong…”

“Really?”

Swooooosh!

Tae-ju slightly released the power of Toxic Spirit that he had been hiding.

“How about now?”

Woooooo.

A terrifying whirlwind of vibrating energy.

Like a tsunami, it surged toward the Emperor and Geum Su-ho.

“…Gasp!”

“Th-this can’t be…”

The Emperor’s face turned pale.

Even Geum Su-ho, who had experienced being defeated by the Swordsman once, could barely stand as his knees trembled.

“My, my goodness? H-how do you have such power?”

“…Are, are you really human?”

Though he hadn’t ascended to immortality, Tae-ju’s power was almost at the level of an Immortal.

No, since he had been there once, it should count as having ascended.

That’s right.

He was practically Earth’s first Immortal.

Though he might fall somewhat short of the Swordsman, who on Earth could dare to handle him?

In fact, there had been no need to spread such power around the neighborhood all this time.

So he had always kept it hidden.

The Emperor and Geum Su-ho only now realized.

They knew that Chairman Kim Tae-ju was a Soul Connector.

They had thought he would be stronger than them.

Since they were very close to him, they had treated him casually without much thought.

That was a huge mistake.

He wasn’t just ordinarily strong.

It was an insurmountable wall.

Chairman Kim Tae-ju’s true form that they finally faced.

An overwhelming presence that was absolutely beyond reach.

“Am I lacking?”

“…”

“…”

“I haven’t revealed all my power yet.”

Gulp.

Both swallowed their dry saliva simultaneously.

This wasn’t even everything?

Then just how strong was he?

“I’ll go quietly and return.”

The Emperor and Geum Su-ho unconsciously nodded their heads.

Having experienced Tae-ju’s power, what right did they have to oppose?

If he said he would do it, then he would do it.

* * *

Tae-ju left the Imperial Palace and returned to Gurye.

Time to gradually prepare for the raid.

Though he wanted to leave immediately, he had to wait until the Imperial Palace craftsmen completed the Black Steel Death Daggers.

One day he went to Gurye.

Another day he went to Paju.

The next day he went to New Seoul.

The day after that to Yangsan Shipyard and Port.

Today is Jirisan.

With the purpose of training Ilisambaeyi so he could play a role in the raid.

After feeding him a Seondo.

“Now, transform!”

“Meow!”

Swoooooosh!

Ilisambaeyi in cat form instantly transformed into his true form as a massive three-headed Baekho.

“Kyaak!”

“What’s with ‘kyaak’? Don’t you know you’re in your true form right now? You’re not a cat. Let’s find your wild nature.”

“Kyarrrrrr.”

“…Kyarrr? You were the king of Jirisan, an Elite three-headed Baekho! Don’t you remember?”

“Gr, grrr…”

“More majestically.”

“Grrrrrroar.”

Fear could be felt.

It seemed like his wild nature had slightly returned.

The lacking parts would be filled through direct hunting.

‘Will Ilisambaeyi alone be enough?’

Originally, he had planned to take Jeong Yeon-hee along too.

Wasn’t she Earth’s Sword Empress after all?

She had the skills to easily handle a few Elite magical beasts.

But when he entered combat with Beyond Elites, would he have the leisure to look after her?

‘It’s better to just go alone.’

He planned to leave as soon as the 10,000 Black Steel Death Daggers were completed.

He was continuously keeping in contact with Geum Su-ho.

Since all the master craftsman Awakened Guards belonging to the Imperial Palace had been mobilized, they would probably be completed by tomorrow.

‘While I’m at it, let me organize the Infinite Space.’

When he killed Beyond Elite magical beasts, he planned to bring back their corpses too.

So the moment he opened the Infinite Space!

Ding ding ding.

A delivery signal rang at just the right time.

‘It came.’

He had been hoping the delivery signal would come before the raid anyway.

He needed to stock up sufficiently on Black Steel and Cheon-gye flowers before going.

But.

‘What’s this?’

An item he had seen many times before.

‘Huh? Could it be…’

He was certain.

It was a Soul Medium Mirror Dimensional Gate Generator.

‘Why is this here?’

There was also a letter sent by Danggumak.

It was marked ‘Must Read’.

He had to read the letter first.

Tae-ju slowly read through it.

How Vincent Moretti was dealt with in the Immortal Realm, how the generator and energy source were created, and what they planned to do with it….

Suddenly!

Tae-ju’s eyes widened at the last part.

He had expected someone like the Swordsman to come.

But the person in question was….

‘Dok-seon?’

He’s coming to Earth?

“Oh!”

Then he should prepare a welcome.

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