How to Live as an Immortal - Chapter 277
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How to Live Immortally Episode 277
277 Are you crazy?
In other words, it means that the Miyauchi-gumi secretly released the work without the Lucesia family’s knowledge. The checks between the four major dark factions are a daily occurrence, so it’s not strange, but if it’s a black market – and right now, when the board of directors is under concentrated fire,
“It could do quite a bit of damage. Why not just blow it up?”
“I heard from Professor Noah. He said he received a request from you. It seems like you’ve built up quite a reputation in the industry. If you have that kind of skill, there will come a time when it will be useful.”
It was certainly a boon that could help with the tumor removal that Aris was envisioning. It was a serious matter to carelessly cause friction with the other four major cancer departments.
If you stab it in the lungs, a lot of blood will come out.
“I’m sure Mr. Gaon could use it much more usefully than I could.”
“It’s too much to call it a gift.”
“If it’s a burden, think of it as compensation to lessen my guilt. After all, Gaon covered up my father’s mistakes.”
“Professor Preston, you mean?”
A scholar who leaked the source code that makes up the device’s operating system and helped develop Eden.
Originally, it was a matter that could have resulted in punishment for his daughter, Ray. No matter what anyone says, it was a matter that involved Nodetech as well.
“At that time, I was lucky to escape thanks to a number of circumstances, but since it was given to me, I will accept it gratefully.”
* * *
District 27, revisited.
Even though he had visited at the appointed time, Nobita was still sulking in his anima as if he were dried fish. Only after Alice, who couldn’t stand to watch, dragged him out, did he sit on the sofa.
“Yes, my granddaughter was very pleased. You did much better than I expected, enough to motivate me for the first time in a while.”
“Then it is time to fulfill my promise.”
“It’s annoying, but there’s nothing I can do about it. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen my granddaughter so excited.”
Nobita, who had raised his giant body, puts on a haori.
At a speed comparable to that of a sloth.
“Nobita, aren’t your words and actions the opposite of each other?”
Alice, holding a spoon as if she couldn’t stop him, urged him on.
“Okay, let’s go.”
“Yes, yes. Come with me, Aesong. I will give you the best sword.”
And so, in the basement of the mansion that we arrived at. In that place, which seemed to be a vast field, was the essence of the craftsman. The essence of the craftsman who was once obsessed with production and refining.
The market was full of equipment that was neither distributed nor sold.
Among them, the most outstanding were the state-of-the-art nuclear fission furnace and the hexagon die tool set.
There wasn’t a single soot mark in the forge.
A sight that can be seen because molecular bonds are broken down electronically.
At first glance, it was so close to the operating room that Nobita, standing in the center, seemed to be the operating surgeon.
“It’s hip.”
“It’s hip. That’s the kind of polish I’m pursuing. Yeah, that’s the kind of shape you want.”
In response to that question, Gaon took out the polar night from his bosom and put it on top.
“First, look at this.”
“What is this? Huh, it looks like it was made by the city government… … It has the triple properties of a single molecule, a single molecule, and a new construction. What is its name?”
“Polar night.”
“Indeed. It’s a weapon worthy of that crazy name.”
“Let’s just set that as our standard.”
“Is this the starting point for a masterpiece? Alice, you brought an outrageous guy.”
The words that came out of his mouth were exclamations, but in reality, they were the opposite. Nobita glared at Alice with a face that said he was dying from annoyance, but Alice continued to pretend not to know.
“Don’t catch the guy. I just wanted the best, so I came looking for the best.”
If it’s a sword that’s meant to replace the Polar Night, then it should naturally have better specs than that.
“Are there any other requirements?”
“How many are there?”
The defect that was inevitably created in order to perform the gimmick of freely increasing length was that it had many built-in circuits.
“First of all, I wish it could resist electromagnetic pulses. Of course, it shouldn’t be affected by things like pulse cannons. Even if it’s drawing power from the generator and fully charged.”
Even in the 24th century, technologies to counter EMP continued to emerge. Shielding paints, sealed processes, and shielding armor. However, none of them were fundamental solutions.
No matter how well you defend yourself, waves radiating into space will inevitably find their way through any gaps, so if you can just cut off a part of an integrated circuit without burning it all, then that alone would be enough to make it useful.
Should we say that it is the relationship between a spear that stabs and a shield that blocks?
Because of this, it was inevitable that there would be a division into upper and lower classes depending on the level of technology applied.
The contradictions that the polar night holds are also an extension of that.
Even if it was a simple cold weapon, it had to have built-in equipment to bring out its performance. Unfortunately, its small size did not allow for countermeasures.
“A suitable technique comes to mind. However, to meet your request, I think I’ll have to give up one thing. Either reduce the anticipation or reduce the intensity.”
As expected, even if he was a craftsman with skills that reached the heavens, he didn’t seem to be able to make indiscriminate modifications. In a way, it was natural. If there was a perfect sword, it would have been forged using alien technology.
And it wasn’t like there was no alternative.
“Let’s go with the one that has a single molecule built in. We’ll reinforce the lacking durability with a material that surpasses the hexagon dice.”
“A material that surpasses the hexagon dice?”
Even for Nobita, who had come into contact with all sorts of objects, it was a topic he had heard of for the first time.
“Your granddaughter proposed an interesting hypothesis. You must know it, right?”
How could you not know? A semi-permanent change in physical properties due to Fe444 active additives. It was a modern alchemy that changed the properties of an object by inducing additional chemical reactions.
“But even so, it would only be a hypothesis, right?”
“I know someone who’s been keeping an eye on it. I asked them and they said it’s not impossible.”
Noah Lee.
A genius among geniuses who continues the tradition of Isabella Lee.
The girl who gained enlightenment as if she was breathing composed the truth contained in Sari’s thesis just by looking at it.
That is why Noah personally handed over the revised process to Nobita.
“Three times the strength of a hexagon die. Since the distance between molecules is close to zero, it’s theoretically no different from a single molecule. Let’s give it a tentative name, something like a trapezohedron.”
“I don’t participate in unverified experiments.”
“It’s just a nuisance.”
“As expected from a horse.”
However, Nobita couldn’t take his eyes off the paper he received via short-distance communication. Perhaps because it was written only from the perspective of a scholar, it was full of radical ideas and methods, but for some reason, he couldn’t shake the feeling that it would work.
A craftsman’s intuition built up over a lifetime.
Ahem. Nobita coughed in vain, snapping out of his reverie and facing reality.
“But the problem is getting the materials. It’s not like we have an abundance of the material called Hexagon Dice. If we were to make it like you said, we’d need at least 40 kilograms… … .”
thud!
An attache case opened with a dull noise. Inside was a hexagonal dice.
“If there wasn’t any, I wouldn’t have even brought it up.”
“how……?”
I snatched a piece of the greatsword that the consultant had used. It was impossible to take the whole thing with me because of its size.
“This is really amazing. I can make two with this amount. Plus, I can try out all sorts of things.”
Nobita, who had said this, realized his mistake. That was to give an honest estimate.
As expected,
“Then do it with twin swords. Do whatever you want.”
The demand has increased.
“This is really annoying.”
What can I do? I have to curse my mouth for being driven by instinct.
* * *
Gaon groaned as he left the mansion after receiving the notice to come back after Iljusol. The period was too short to take on another request, but it was too long to just wait.
After hearing the short grumbling, Alice clapped her hands as if something had occurred to her.
“Then how about enjoying a hot spring bath?”
“Hot spring bath?”
On Mars, tectonic movement is extremely minimal. Naturally, volcanic activity is also at a similar level.
“Are there any hot springs that come from geothermal sources?”
“What are you talking about? There’s no reason to spread it. You can just make it yourself.”
Alice’s subsequent explanation was simple and clear.
These days, they say they supply all kinds of minerals artificially, starting with minerals, sulfur, and sodium bicarbonate.
“Depending on the underlying condition, you can increase the amount of desired ingredients and also control the temperature.”
“I know the details.”
“There is a ryokan operated by Miyauchi-gumi that has received that patent.”
“A week at the hot springs? Not bad.”
So, upon Aris’ strong recommendation, Gaon went to the ryokan, Ubuki.
Ultra-luxurious accommodation adjacent to the beach in District 27.
As I was enjoying the fresh air in the hot springs with a clear view of the horizon, even being assigned a special room, everything in the world felt meaningless.
But as if to spoil such feelings, an uninvited guest suddenly appeared.
Knock knock.
The one who appeared without notice, opening the sliding door, was a young man, wearing a suit, not caring about the steamy bath.
The quality was so high that I could have gone straight to the meeting.
I wondered who he was looking for, but the young man went straight ahead and got it. He might have felt awkward, but he swept his bangs back with a refreshing smile.
‘Are you crazy?’
Even though they looked so sharp, their eyes were clear and their facial features were beautiful. However, because their appearances were so shocking, they gradually became distant.
Ga-on was also about to distance himself, wondering what a bolt from the blue this was.
“I am absolutely not a suspicious person.”
― says the suspicious person.
I tried to ignore him, not having the tolerance to listen to a madman’s plea, but the young man suddenly grabbed my wrist.
“Because I came here with a clear purpose.”
The piercing gaze was filled with certainty. Only then did Gaon realize that it was a guest who had come to see him and he let out a sigh.
“Who is it?”
“I am Ryoichi Murakami, the representative of Shinkoukai. It is a pleasure to meet you. Togui, Mr. Baek Ga-on.”
“Shinkoukai?”
In other words, Promotion Association. It was a name with a very transparent founding ideology.
“It’s nothing special. It’s a cooperative where people who need help participate and help each other. In a way, you could call it a brokerage.”
It was a heterogeneous flag in the four major dark departments. No, it should not be taken literally. Cooperation is synonymous with collusion, and mediation is another word for superiors.
On the surface, they claim to be coexistent, but inside, they are monopolizing each other.
If there is a person belonging to the Miyauchi-gumi who has that intention and who makes contact as if it were a gift, then there must be only one.
“I guess these are the friends that Miss Seventy was concerned about.”
“Miss Seventy?”
“I’m talking about Alice.”
“Ah. You called him that. Now I see that he must be crazy.”