How to Live as an Immortal - Chapter 250
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How to Live Immortally Episode 250
250 lack of training
Bones and flesh are added to the missing and missing body parts. A miracle that cannot be reproduced even with modern technology.
“This is your talent.”
The consultant, resurrected from the brink of death, cried out to the heavens.
“This is youth!”
I could feel the time in my body going backwards. I had forgotten it 100 years ago. Here, vitality was flowing in. This was not a simple regeneration. This was an ability directly connected to the essence of life.
If you can hold onto even those years, then it is no longer in the realm of recovery.
For example, immortality―
“Is this your secret?”
Gaon had his lips parted into three, going up sharply, but the consultant who played until the moment of cutting did not stop smiling.
“If you lived without restrictions, then that inaction is understandable. How old are you really? One hundred? Or two hundred? Surely you’re not older than that?”
“Shut up.”
The consultant extracted his abilities, but he was just an ordinary old man. If you just go all out and cut him to pieces, you’ll find a way out.
but-
“Because I’m a prey.”
Almost simultaneously, the consultant opened his arms and greeted the polar night without hesitation, and the aurora borealis illuminated the two of them.
Why did the Destroyer, which just consumed one foot, start up again without any loss time?
Gaon, who rolled his eyes, couldn’t help but be astonished.
On the opposite side of where we had been guarding, a new Destroyer stood with its mouth wide open.
The two questions the consultant originally prepared were:
Yes, he kept his tricks hidden until the moment my neck fell off, convinced that he would be the one laughing in the end.
It was a madness that could not be judged, and it was a factor that brought about the goddess of fortune.
“This crazy kid… … .”
Kookbang!
The moment I handed over the polar night sky I had retrieved from the consultant, the world turned white.
* * *
Owen, who had been hiding between the containers, poked his head out as if relieved only after seeing the soldiers on guard disappear.
At the same time, Justin, who had been crouching on the shelf, came down.
“Fortunately, you boarded the plane on time.”
“Because I offered up a hateful guy as a sacrifice.”
“I wonder what happened to Mr. Gaon.”
“Well, I would like to see you get beaten up.”
It was half sarcasm and half seriousness.
He was a consultant who had been working secretly until now. If he had come to the forefront, it would have been assumed that he had devised a surefire strategy.
“Don’t worry, he’s not someone you can easily defeat.”
It wasn’t the time to just sit back and admire things. Just as Gaon had his own duties, they had their own duties.
Secure or destroy the blobsieve.
The task at hand was this.
It takes about 3 hours for a supply ship launched from the 33rd supply base to land on Space Station 4.
“Everything has to be done within that time.”
If it were a normal ship, the cargo would be stored in a bulky hold, but this wasn’t a supply ship. As the name suggests, it was mostly made up of supplies. I had to run around prepared to look through everything.
In other words, the location of the blobsieve is uncertain.
But there was nothing that couldn’t be inferred.
“It’s probably somewhere easy to get through security.”
In that case, Justin could have expressed his opinion without any reservations. After all, he was a soldier who was used to such procedures.
“It’s probably more likely to be in the area that manages clothing and accessories.”
Not only was there a lot of quantity, but there were also cells with overlapping configurations.
The place where the most boring checkpoints are expected to unfold.
Repetitive actions tend to tire people out, so it was highly likely that Vincent would have targeted that instinct.
“If that’s the case, then we can’t leave out food ingredients either.”
Strictly speaking, blobsieve would fall into the category of devices or components, but the two excluded it from the beginning.
These are items that should go into the hangar.
A location that can be opened and thrown into space in case of emergency.
Even if it was actually detonated, it was difficult to see any benefit.
In contrast, the two items mentioned above mostly went deep into the space station.
It sounds like it’s suitable in many ways.
But unfortunately, there wasn’t enough time to hold hands and check things out.
“I guess it seems like we are destined to part ways.”
“Are you okay? I might have to deal with them all.”
“I would like to ask, if you can overcome such a situation?”
Owen smirked as if it was an outrageous provocation and slammed his fist into the wall. In an instant, the thick bulkhead crumbled into dust.
“Yes, yes. If it’s too much for you to handle, I’ll ask you to take care of yourself. For now, I’ll benefit if you stay alive.”
Owen, who had pioneered a new path, moved forward without looking back, leaving behind words that could be either curses or virtues.
* * *
“Elder?”
Truwell’s eyes widened. He was a consultant who had arrived by shuttle and joined the supply ship late. The time they had been apart from him was only about 50 minutes.
It’s such a short time for the world to change, but it seems to have been enough for the old man to change.
A hunched back, a small body, and twisted limbs. All the characteristics of a consultant, but now―
“You’ve gotten younger, haven’t you?”
As I speak, I wonder if that is really true, and a question mark appears above my head. If you look closely, you can see that my physique is also growing a little.
It’s not an illusion.
Because with every step I take, I am evolving.
“What happened to the things I told you to prepare?”
“I left it in the private room.”
Truwell was surprised for a moment when even his voice changed to something he couldn’t recognize, but he quickly regained his composure. That’s because the consultant’s request didn’t seem that absurd.
I didn’t understand it at the time, but I do now.
“Did you place your order with that in mind?”
“Otherwise, why would I have invested all my fortune?”
That’s when the consultant who was ahead stopped.
“I’ll give you back what you gave me. I can’t use two at once.”
The power he had given to the consultant, the body, had returned, but Truewell could not be purely happy. A consultant can only use one power at a time.
That means―
“Did you take away Yang Hu’s supernatural powers?”
His ability was known as regeneration, but it must have been something more useful than that. Just looking at the rejuvenated consultant, you can easily guess that.
“Didn’t I tell you, subduing is the priority?”
“I don’t know if it’s the right decision to be hostile to him.”
It was a true well that subtly reflected my true feelings, but the consultant dismissed such concerns.
“There are some people who will only accept it if you show them the difference yourself.”
“It would be annoying if he followed me here.”
“I would rather you come. It would be an interesting exercise to blame him for everything.”
Now that I think about it, the mastermind behind this terrorist attack was still blank, that is, undecided. I thought they would end it with an unknown identity like usual―
“no way…….”
“We must let them know that if they oppose us, it will end in destruction.”
If they did so, it would serve as a warning to other metahumans as well.
“But, the young lady wouldn’t want that kind of ending.”
“Well, this is just my personal opinion, but I think you’ll be happy this time too.”
It was Vincent who boasted that he would repay the favor when he became a leading figure in the moderates once this incident was resolved successfully.
He had already established close ties with the radicals through Ryong-young – if he could only form a tight link like this, he could become a bridge connecting the two factions.
“It’s like taking over the Martian Defense Forces.”
Trying to include Yang-hu is ultimately an extension of that.
“So, I hope you will understand my decision.”
“… … .”
Despite his silence, Truwell couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing in the wheel, a crucial cog that influenced the consultant’s decision-making.
“But wouldn’t it be better if some rats came in?”
Truwell, who had come to his senses at the sudden topic, opened his mouth.
“We are already searching.”
“Take a good look at it. Even if they report it, nothing bad will happen, but I hate being bothered.”
“I will take care of it.”
The consultant, who had entered the assigned room leaving Truwell behind, held his trembling arm. Although the fight had been over for a long time, the aftereffects were not easily relieved.
Instinct also knows. It was a fierce battle in which it wouldn’t be surprising whoever won.
If I went back in time, the results would probably be different.
But in the end―
“I won.”
Of course, I had no intention of letting my guard down because of victory. I had prepared the last piece to gain the upper hand.
Open the attaché case placed on the bed.
Pushik―
Inside were special serums manufactured by type.
A synthetic substance that causes genetic modification in a limited and localized area. It has various effects such as heightening the five senses and strengthening the muscles and bones, but this is also within the legal realm.
Even a slight derailment would change the category completely.
Not only can you display traits taken from alien species, but you can also experience genetic combinations that were only theoretically possible.
What makes it different from typical genetic manipulation is that the effects are more dramatic.
Even if just 1mL of abuse is enough, permanent aftereffects remain, but the consultant repeatedly injected the special serum into my neck.
Not only were they individually hand-selected, they were also something he was confident about.
That it can be suppressed even beyond the gene pool.
Suddenly, the corners of the consultant’s mouth went up to his earlobes as he looked down at the back of my hand.
“I, who have devoted my life to my fellow men, am worthy of eternal life.”
There was nothing in that spot that could be called a wrinkle anymore.
* * *
“Coolook.”
Gaon, who had passed out while standing, regained consciousness, vomited out foamy blood, and checked his body.
Fractures all over the body, organ failure, and partial third-degree burns.
The damage he had to bear was severe because he had to fight off the light bombardment with his bare body.
He tightened his muscles to stop the bleeding, but it was no longer a fundamental solution. Death no longer avoided him.
The pain of loss so distant that it is hard to remember when I last tasted it, was overwhelming my whole body.
Even the most powerful being could not completely control the variables created by this amazing ability.
Because it was an ability that was one step removed from the laws of the world and beyond the power of humans.
But the Destroyer was different.
It was in an area that could be strictly suppressed by human wisdom. However, the process was not easy.
“You lack training.”