The Chairman of Pharmaceutical Company is a Poison King - Chapter 99
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Chapter 99: Imprinted Terror (3)
30 minutes before the roar echoed from the wheat farm.
Tae-ju’s group was tailing the checkpoint demon in a car driven by Secretary Geum Su-ho.
“Won’t we get caught?”
“It’s fine. Our Su-ho used to be one of the Imperial Intelligence Agency’s elite agents.”
“Meow?”
It sounded like praise, but somehow Geum Su-ho’s expression looked sulky.
“He worked not only at the Imperial Intelligence Agency but also in the Imperial Forces.”
“Right.”
“He was also at the Board of Audit and Inspection.”
“Y-yes, that’s right.”
“He briefly held a position at the Imperial Police Agency too.”
“…I remember.”
“The Administrative Planning Department as well.”
“…”
“Ministry of Construction, Ministry of Education, Imperial Palace Secretariat…”
“That’s enough, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
Geum Su-ho was a strong soldier, an agile intelligence agent, and also a capable bureaucrat. In short, he was multi-talented.
No wonder the Emperor won’t let him go.
The tailing went smoothly.
Before they knew it, they had arrived at their final destination, Daesan (Great Mountain) Farm.
“It’s a wheat farm.”
“Yes.”
“There’s no way demons would be living here farming…”
The Emperor looked at Tae-ju and asked.
“How is it? Do you smell anything?”
“Of course I do, a very thick stench.”
“Meooooow!”
Ilbaek agreed too.
“Really?”
Sniff sniff, the Emperor smelled the air.
“…Is this like a shit smell?”
“That’s the smell of fertilizer, Your Majesty.”
“Meow!”
“Hmm.”
The Emperor smoothly drew his sword.
A gleaming blade.
The Emperor’s sword crafted by the Empire’s finest artisans.
“Time to warm up. How bored I’ve been all this time, coming out of the Imperial Palace and getting some fresh air feels amazing.”
“I knew it. Actually, didn’t you come here with the purpose of having a big fight?”
“Oh, right. Why else would I have come outside?”
“Sigh, at this rate again…”
“Meooooooow…”
The Emperor knows what Geum Su-ho is worried about.
That he might get injured again and end up bedridden.
“But Su-ho, why did you come empty-handed? Without even a weapon?”
“…There was no time.”
“Tsk tsk, you came to fight but forgot your weapon? You’ve gone senile. My one and only friend has gone senile, well! You’re at that age.”
Crack!
Geum Su-ho gritted his teeth.
“Yes, I am senile. So I’m quitting as secretary from today.”
“No, you can’t!”
The Emperor casually dismissed him.
“Pick up a stick or something over there! Don’t get in the way of the fight.”
“…”
“Meow!”
Suddenly!
Tae-ju secretly pulled out a sword from Infinite Space and offered it to Geum Su-ho.
A fine sword sent by Danggumak.
There were 10 swords, but only 9 were immediately needed, leaving one spare.
“Use this at least.”
“Huh? Th-this…”
Geum Su-ho’s eyes widened.
Just looking at it, it seemed extraordinary.
The sword hilt fit perfectly in his hand.
“Magnificent.”
Swoosh.
The sword drew smoothly.
A chilling aura could be felt.
“I’ve never held such a sword in my entire life.”
Whoooosh!
When he injected his energy, mana flowed in smoothly without any resistance.
The blade shone brilliantly with a milky light.
“It’s several times better than the sword I used to use.”
Actually, Tae-ju owed Geum Su-ho a debt.
When recruiting Seo Pil-myeong as Paju’s administrator, he had ruined his retirement plans to escape from the Emperor.
He should at least give him a sword to improve his mood.
“Do you like it?”
“Like it or not! Thank you. I’ll use it well.”
The Emperor’s eyes narrowed.
“Secretary Geum.”
“Yes?”
“Trade with my sword.”
“I don’t want to.”
“It’s an imperial command.”
“I’ll disobey it. If you’re upset, exile me or something.”
“…”
The Emperor had a look that said he wouldn’t give up.
He glanced at Geum Su-ho with a ‘we’ll see about this’ expression.
“Now, what shall we do? Move quietly and take them out one by one, or…”
Suddenly!
Whooooosh!
A powerful searchlight from the tall demon surveillance outpost illuminated Tae-ju’s group.
“Damn! We chatted too long.”
Right.
They had been making small talk in front of the enemy’s den.
The Emperor suddenly swung his sword powerfully toward the outpost with the searchlight.
There was no time to stop him.
CRASH CRASH CRASH CRASH BOOM!
The outpost, mostly made of wood but built quite solidly, collapsed in one strike of the Emperor’s sword energy.
“….”
“Good grief!”
“Nyaaaa!”
No matter how reckless he is.
To suddenly unleash sword energy?
Even Ilbaek is saying something about it.
Unable to bear it any longer, Geum Su-ho scolded the Emperor with an angry voice.
“Your Majesty! Have you lost your mind? We just needed to deal with the one shining the light….”
“It doesn’t suit my temperament.”
“Don’t tell me it’s because you didn’t change your sword?”
“….”
That’s it.
He really is sulking.
But this is the Emperor’s style.
The Emperor of the Way of Supremacy.
Destroy anything that blocks the path first, then see.
Just then!
Rustle rustle.
Someone was getting up from the collapsed Demon Surveillance Outpost.
“Grrrrrr.”
It was a Mage transformed into a demon beast.
The Emperor shrugged his shoulders and said.
“A Mage. I knew it. That’s why I hit the outpost first.”
“Huh!”
“Nyang?”
As the loud noise echoed, Mages poured out from farmhouses everywhere.
And among them.
A middle-aged looking Awakened Guard, Vice-Chairman Jamal.
The Emperor’s eyes lit up.
His expression showed he was very pleased.
“So you were here.”
Vice-Chairman Jamal also made eye contact with the Emperor.
“…Emperor?”
Vice-Chairman Jamal knew who they were.
Geum Su-ho, Emperor Ryu Tae-hyeon, and Kim Tae-ju.
Though he didn’t know why that cat was here.
“How dare you come to this place….”
“What place! It’s just a Demon Lair where you hide like rats.”
Wooooong!
The Emperor unleashed his aura.
The Mages’ faces hardened.
The strongest Awakened Guard in the Empire had appeared.
The second strongest, Geum Su-ho, had also appeared.
Should they run away?
The Mages glanced at Vice-Chairman Jamal.
But he remained calm even looking at the Emperor.
“So I hear you’re a Vice-Chairman? Where did your master go?”
“Hehehe.”
Jamal smiled with a fishy grin.
“Stupid fools, you’ve come to find your own death. You must be senile and can’t judge the situation?”
The Emperor grinned and replied.
“Me? I’m senile? Our Su-ho has gotten a bit senile though.”
“Senile? I’m younger than Your Majesty though?”
“If you don’t act your age, that’s senility. Especially when you forget to bring your sword.”
“….”
Jamal’s expression didn’t change even at the Emperor and Geum Su-ho’s joking around.
These guys will die here.
The Samhan Empire will lose its strong pillars.
The reason Jamal is confident.
It’s because of the Head Master.
Jamal has already tested his skills against the Emperor.
Even ten Emperors wouldn’t be a match for the Head Master.
Of course, if the Head Master wasn’t here, it would be completely different.
It would be them dying, not those guys.
Suddenly!
Swoosh!
The Head Master appeared at the scene without any presence.
When the Mages saw him, they all trembled with emotion.
“Oh!”
“Ah!”
“Head Master!”
“Head Master! Supreme ruler of ten thousand demons!”
“Your servant greets you.”
“Please punish these upstart puppies who dared invade The Association.”
The Mages’ morale soared to the sky.
Tae-ju was observing the Head Master.
‘So that’s the Head Master.’
Seeing demonic energy gathered on his face, it seemed he had changed his appearance with transformation techniques.
Though his true face was unknown, somehow it felt familiar.
‘He’s definitely strong.’
No, he couldn’t even tell if he was strong.
His aura was immeasurable.
Also, upon seeing the Head Master, a feeling arose and memories of Jeoldaedokma Danggumak came to mind.
‘Cheonma Divine Art.’
Almost certain.
But the problem is this is Earth.
Cheonma couldn’t be here.
Then?
‘As expected, it was soul connection.’
The puzzle is solved.
The existence of True Demons and having a 200-year-old early awakening Mage as a subordinate.
Tae-ju didn’t think soul connection only happened to him.
Why wouldn’t such cases exist?
On Earth with its vast land and many people.
‘But why does it have to be Gangho Murim? Aren’t there other worlds?’
For example, fantasy worlds where magic and aura run rampant.
Anyway, that guy has the same soul as Cheonma, the Demonic Cult leader of Gangho Murim, and he has the same soul as Jeoldaedokma Danggumak.
What a truly tiresome bitter relationship.
‘Well, I can end it here.’
There’s no need to think about it in a complicated way.
It’s a simple matter of killing them.
The current tense standoff situation.
Wooooooong!
They exchanged momentum as if sizing each other up.
Both the Head Master and the Vice-Chairman.
They were formidable.
The Emperor, Geum Su-ho, himself.
Even with the Samhan Empire’s finest gathered, victory couldn’t be guaranteed.
However, what’s visible isn’t everything.
Tae-ju possessed things that even Danggumak, the absolute poison master of Gangho, didn’t have.
Talismans stored in Infinite Space, protective charms, demon-warding talismans, binding talismans, the divine rain sword imbued with immortal energy, and hidden weapons made by an Immortal using Beyond Elite mana crystals.
And Ibaek-i, who had already received Tae-ju’s instructions and was walking softly toward the millet farm.
‘First, let’s reduce their numbers.’
Tae-ju secretly pulled out blood-letting needles from Infinite Space.
There was no need or reason to be honorable.
In fights, the first strike wins.
A surprise attack without any declaration of war.
But first, a distraction.
Ibaek-i was already at the millet farm.
‘Let’s go!’
When Tae-ju gave the signal.
“Yaaaaang!”
Swoooooooook!
Ibaek-i’s body began to grow larger and larger.
It continued growing until it was as big as a house.
Crack!
A farmhouse collapsed, crushed by the enlarged body.
“Gasp!”
“Cr-crazy!”
“…Good heavens.”
“Th-Three-Headed White Tiger?”
A giant Three-Headed White Tiger appeared at the wheat farm in the Gobi Grasslands.
At the same time.
“Grrrrrrrrrrr…”
A chest-piercing low roar echoed throughout the entire farm.
The fear of a super-elite magical beast that had definitely surpassed Elite level, though Beyond was out of the question.
The Three-Headed White Tiger’s terrifying presence forced the demons to transform into magical beasts.
Crack! Crackle! Crackle!
Demons transforming here and there.
Tae-ju seized this moment to traverse the grassland and execute his well-practiced hidden weapon technique.
‘Torrential Rain Needles.’
Tssssss! Tsssssssssssss!
The blood-letting needles shot high into the sky.
As soon as they emerged from Infinite Space, they soared upward like a waterspout.
Though fewer in number and less powerful than the Ten Thousand Flower Rain.
But the visual effect was similar.
Why else would it be called the knockoff Ten Thousand Flower Rain?
Whiiiiiing!
Each blood-letting needle was imbued with energy.
Along with deadly poison that would kill within seconds if hit.
Upon reaching the peak, the blood-letting needles spread out like a casting net.
Swoooooosh!
The blood-letting needles covered the sky above the farm.
Vice-Chairman Jamal’s face turned deathly pale.
He recognized the danger of those small needles.
“You can’t get hit by those! Dodge!”
Jamal shouted urgently.
And then it rained.
Patter, patter-patter! Patter-patter-patter-patter…
Enraged Jamal.
A cowardly surprise attack?
And while looking at the Head Master.
“Head Master! Allow this unfaithful one to personally deal with them…”
But then.
“…Huh?”
He wasn’t there.
“Wh-what?”
The Head Master had disappeared.
The Head Master who had been right beside him just moments ago.
“…Head Master.”
Cheon Gyeong-ho was already outside the farm.
Thud thud thud thud thud thud!
He was running westward across the Gobi Grasslands at tremendous speed.
‘The Head Master… is running away?’
The remaining demons felt the same way.
They couldn’t close their gaping mouths.
‘Running away?’
‘Really running away?’
‘Th-that’s impossible.’
‘Why?’
The Head Master had fled.
The supreme lord of ten thousand demons, their master, the reliable pillar of support for the demons they had respected so much, the pillar of their hearts, the spiritual leader who guided their lives.
That Head Master had run away with his tail between his legs.
Abandoning them in the process.
He was so fast that he had already become a black dot.
And then the Torrential Rain Needles struck the demons.
Thunk thunk thunk thunk thunk thunk thunk!
“D-dodge!”
“Argh!”
“Guhk!”
“Kyaaaah!”
Tae-ju was equally dumbfounded.
The absurdity aside, the movement technique that bastard Head Master used while fleeing.
It was a martial art he was familiar with.
Though he never dreamed he’d see it on Earth.
‘Using the Heavenly Demon Sovereign Steps to run away?’
It was preposterous.
* * *
Ingrained fear.
It had been carved from the moment soul connected to soul.
Scars carved into the flesh may disappear through complete transformation, but scars of the soul are impossible to erase.
The moment Cheon Gyeong-ho witnessed the blood needle shooting up into the sky, he had already lost all will to fight.
Chwararararak!
The flower of energy unfolds.
It’s certain.
It’s the Ten Thousand Heavenly Flower Rain.
Cheon Gyeong-ho, paralyzed with fear.
Could he even judge whether that was truly the Ten Thousand Heavenly Flower Rain?
Papapapapapapa!
Cheon Gyeong-ho’s body shot out like light.
His only thought was that he had to run away right now.
He hadn’t even decided on a destination.
First, get out of here.
Cheonma and Head Master, Cheon Gyeong-ho was an ordinary person from Southern Empire, Daejeon.
Still, he was from what you’d call a golden spoon family.
His father ran a fairly successful military contractor company.
But Cheon Gyeong-ho was the second son of the family.
The company was scheduled to be inherited by his older brother.
Most of the company shares went to his brother.
So he decided to kill his brother.
Cheon Gyeong-ho was a typical sociopath.
The only thing important to him was himself.
For profit, he would stop at nothing.
Pangs of conscience?
What’s that? Is it edible?
He killed his brother disguising it as an accident, and also killed his father and mother who suspected him and interrogated him about his brother’s death.
But it didn’t last long.
Somehow the police investigation net closed in on him.
Were the Empire’s police this competent?
In the end, he chose suicide.
No, he tried to escape by disguising it as suicide.
Getting an appropriate corpse and placing it in the room.
He sprinkled gasoline throughout the house and every corner of the room, set it on fire, then tried to escape but couldn’t get out.
He had sprinkled too much oil.
The fire that started in the room instantly spread throughout the entire house.
Blazing flames, toxic gas filling the air.
He desperately tried to get out but his consciousness grew dim.
Right then!
He encountered himself from another world, Cheonma.
Thanks to that, he barely escaped the crisis of death.
It was seven years ago from now.
Cheon Gyeong-ho was reborn as Cheonma.
He changed his face with transformation techniques and lived in hiding, keeping his name secret.
No one knew that he was Cheon Gyeong-ho.
Even now.
Neither the vice head master he had recruited, nor the Awakened Mages, nor the True Demons he had carefully raised.
Therefore, once he escaped the Empire, he would be perfectly safe.
‘First, go to the European Empire…’
Cross the sea to the American Republic.
A new identity in a new place.
Cheon Gyeong-ho wanted to live for a very long time.
But why does he feel so anxious?
A premonition that no matter how much he hides, he’ll eventually be caught.
‘Why on earth?’
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