How to Live as an Immortal - Chapter 355



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355 There’s one thing I’ve always wanted

A tumor of something alive and wriggling.

Even a layman like Blake could tell right away that this was not a normal organization. And that it would be extremely harmful to humans.

Hasn’t the sense of smell of animals that have long since degenerated sounded an alarm like this?

“Judging by your extreme reaction, I guess you like the gift I brought?”

What Gaon held in his hand was the spoils of war that he had collected along with the sample of Permat.

After recovering and hacking the device from MTI’s projector, Susant, the purpose of the item was discovered―

“He said it was Akshay.”

It is said that it is a strange species that was developed by a group called Jinrisimjonghoe with their lives at stake.

A type of single-celled organism that has lived on the planet Mars for a long time. Its characteristics are similar to those of HeLa cells, which were considered immortal cells in the 20th century.

If there’s one thing different―

“They say that the host won’t die while nutrients are being injected into this guy.”

There are many things you can experiment with with an immortal body.

Feed someone so much meat that they are so full they can’t eat any more.

Tear off the limbs and attach them to different parts of the body.

Break your back and roll yourself into a ball.

Blake felt a surge of anger at Gaon’s dry recitation of punishment.

“…I will transfer some of my shares.”

In the end, all that comes out is a declaration of surrender.

From Blake’s perspective, it was the maximum concession, but Gaon was not overjoyed or dismayed. He had read impure intentions in it.

“It’s just a trick to avoid this situation anyway. I know the psychology of guys like you very well.”

Blake had already betrayed him once. There was no way he couldn’t do it twice. And when that time came, Gaon would show up with a variable that he couldn’t control.

“Pursuing the practical. Don’t make mistakes based on a momentary impulse.”

“It’s really persuasive because the person who made the mistake and ruined everything says so.”

At this point, Gaon’s feelings were only a secondary factor. They had revealed their true selves to each other. It was a fight that would end only if one of them was destroyed.

“If I didn’t have the power, those words wouldn’t have come out of your mouth.”

Before that, Blake’s first plan would have been a failure.

As Gaon approached, picking up Akshay, Blake took a step back.

“Stop, stop! I’ll give you whatever you want, so why don’t you put it down and talk things out like a gentleman?”

“There is one thing I have always wished for.”

Gaon cornered Blake and forced his mouth open.

Blake struggled as if to fight against the approaching end, but was unable to handle the monstrous force.

“Let go! And you still…!”

“You can live.”

Gulp.

Before despair could set in on Blake’s expression as he forcibly swallowed Akshay, his body swelled up and reached the ceiling.

As if to tell us what the fruits of our excessive greed are.

* * *

The eldest son, Northon, who took over Mastop after Blake’s death, responded immediately and radically: he declared war on the MTI without asking any questions.

Needless to say, this is more of a move to solidify his political position than to honor the memory of his father, Blake—the proxy war has now crossed over into the realm of corporate warfare.

It’s no wonder that Shirley shook her head at the chaos that ensued just an hour after Blake’s death.

“Did you expect this?”

“Because I met him once before.”

Northon Lindbergh.

At one time, he was the biggest sponsor of Iris, who was a diva.

He was a man who was obsessed with pleasure and hedonism, and his greatest achievement in life was being born into the owner’s family.

If such a Northon becomes the chairman, wouldn’t it be obvious what kind of decision he will make?

“Moreover, MTI, which had its BH stolen, must have seemed like a tasty prey as it was on the verge of being torn apart.”

“A sacrifice for the achievement? What a clever trap you’ve laid.”

Almost simultaneously, Shirley’s admiration and the device’s rang.

After checking Jose’s device, it was a call from Jin-Geon who had left for the Scepter Colony.

[It’s been a while, Gaon. It’s not like it’s a mess over there, so I hope you’re handling the proxy war well.]

“It really paid off as much as you worried about. But since it’s later than expected, I guess there was a lot of resistance?”

[Rather than that, we were moving secretly, so we lost time. Each and every one of them had extraordinary skills, so we avoided being discovered.]

“That’s what I mean. Tell me an interesting story.”

Jin Geon lets out a groan, “What a mean person,” and changes the subject.

[As initially expected, the Septa Colony appears to be a model garden built by someone]

Jin Geon’s next words were quite shocking.

Decades ago, the Scepter Colony emerged as a new hope for the surrounding area.

The reality is that it is a factory and research center that produces metahumans, and that minority groups with awakened abilities are exploited.

[It is a scale that cannot be developed without massive support. It would probably have been preempted and developed by a force similar to a megacorp.]

“Are you suspicious of Easy Road?”

While Jin-Geon was investigating the Scepter Colony, Gaon dealt with Fermat. It was impossible not to know the correlation.

[As expected. I knew Gaon would notice]

“You didn’t get caught, did you?”

[You don’t have to worry about that. The Easy Road side probably doesn’t even realize that they’ve been attacked by us. Maybe the timely communication outage helped.]

It was an emergency disaster response team capable of performing extra-legal actions within the category of metahumans. Even the Martian Defense Forces did not dare to intervene in their procession.

Now that he had secured substantial evidence, it would not be an exaggeration to say that Jin Geon was a living god.

[We missed one. No, to be precise, he escaped before we got there. To the seed colony.]

“I can guess.”

Most likely, he was someone that was hastily brought in by Easyroad to fill Jose’s empty spot. There was no way he would ever pair up with Fermat.

Well, it wasn’t like Easy Road would lose motivation just because he lost his badge.

As long as Gaon is alive and well, he will demand revenge at any time.

[I’ll come back and finish this place off as soon as I finish, but I think Gaon-ssi should know]

If you’ve taken control of the Scepter Colony, you should have a basic understanding of its background.

“Who is it?”

[He doesn’t even have a birth certificate, so he doesn’t have a name. But all the researchers here call him ‘Prometheus’.]

The god who gave fire to humans―

“It’s good because it’s easy to understand.”

I could easily guess what that ability was.

* * *

The death of Perma was a painful loss for Amir. He had to change all the strategies he had used up until then.

It was clear who the culprit was.

‘Baek Ga-on.’

The Baekdu fighter who asked for location information just before Fermat died. At the time, he was displeased with his one-sided request, but instead of refusing, he accepted it and it turned out to be a blessing in disguise.

Because I saw Gaon stealing the certificate right before my eyes.

Even now, in one corner of my vision, the details of that scoundrel’s actions are being updated one by one.

“That’s why I said, don’t rush in without me. Anyway, those seniors are more important.”

The boy scolds himself as he takes a big handful of chocolate and stuffs it into his mouth.

“Yes, that’s it. The taste of capital is not in the research lab, but in the chairman’s office.”

Although his tone was natural and innocent, Amir couldn’t help but smile.

The boy killed Amir’s beloved secretary just to get a snack.

Yes, it was a protest that seemed to show that they could not just throw it away, even if they were to resort to violence.

This is the epitome of arrogance.

One, now Amir was at a point where he needed to borrow a cat’s paw.

“As you can see, he has already dealt with Jose and Fermat on his own.”

“I can do that too.”

“You shouldn’t underestimate them just because they’re not metahumans. This isn’t the Scepter Colony you used to live in.”

“I told you not to put me on the same level as those idiots.”

“… … .”

A face without even a hint of tension or crisis.

The boy named Prometheus had no device.

-Even the parents.

He was born from an artificial womb, based on the genes of a metahuman whose genetic compatibility exceeded a certain level.

From start to finish, this is a masterpiece among masterpieces, meticulously crafted by the researchers at the Scepter Colony. Its appearance is comparable to that of an angel, but do not be fooled by its appearance.

This was the only case where a person was deemed unfit for service due to irreparable personality defects and was placed on indefinite probation.

But there was no denying that Prometheus was a supernova.

The fact that he has survived until now despite making countless mistakes is proof of that.

“You know I will not die. No matter what hardships come, the sun’s flame will never go out.”

According to the report, Prometheus’s abilities were beyond imagination. They were clearly out of standard. This was assuming that he could handle it well.

“We have to get the token back somehow. Even if you are an arrogant person, you know how important this is, right?”

Prometheus nodded as if he understood and then started talking nonsense.

“When I go back this time, I want to have a chocolate fountain. One that keeps on flowing, both in the summer and in the winter. What do you think, Chairman?”

“At least make a lake.”

“Haha, then I’m the one who wins the proxy war.”

Prometheus, the boy who wiped the chocolate that was stuck on the corner of his mouth with his bare hands, laughed so hard that his fangs were exposed.

* * *

As Gaon was about to take the next step to start a proxy war, he heard Shirley’s voice, seemingly perplexed.

“… …Communication has been restored.”

“I saw it too.”

The device that was just screaming out of control now spits out a message that it is operating normally.

MTI had already suffered irreparable damage. It was highly unlikely that the stolen BH would have returned on its own.

There was only one way to restore communications across Mars.

It is to operate the BH loaned to the Mars Defense Forces.

There is currently only one place on Mars where such measures are possible.

“Board of directors?”

They didn’t even flinch at Olivia’s death, but the astronomical amount of damages to be recovered seemed quite frightening. The more I thought about it, the more disgusting and absurd it seemed.

That’s when I got a call from someone whose caller number wasn’t displayed.

“At this time, contact was made through a secret line.”

There was no need to guess.