How to Live as an Immortal - Chapter 326
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How to Live Immortally Episode 326
326 Go your way quietly
Maxwell made threats as if he wanted everyone to listen, but no one actually put them into action. The sunk cost paid to get to this point was considerable.
“If I was going to hesitate here, I wouldn’t have even bet. The old man who is full of inertia seems to have forgotten that point.”
As Alexander, a gambler by nature, laughed bitterly, Blake glared silently.
It would not be an exaggeration to say that the war without gunfire is just beginning. The important thing is not to argue, but to collect specific information for victory.
While Alexander and Blake had some alone time, Olivia considered the situation rationally.
“What are the conditions for victory? I don’t want to see the opponent resist and refuse to acknowledge it.”
“Don’t worry about that.”
Maxwell places five coins on a round table.
An item engraved with a symbol representing the board of directors.
“This is a coin processed with a hexagonal die. This ‘signature’ is proof of the fighter. Anyone who carries out your will must carry it.”
Snow White’s eyes sparkle.
A candidate is a proxy for another candidate.
The token that represents such a projection is a sign.
In other words―
“So I just have to take it away?”
“I don’t ask how. Any candidate whose certificate is lost through any means, such as destruction, theft, or loss, will be automatically disqualified.”
“Then what if you hide the tokens in a secret safe or something to avoid a fight? Wouldn’t the most passive candidate benefit the most?”
Amir offered a very practical plan, but Maxwell shook his head as if it were impossible.
“The token also functions as a transmitter. That means that fighters carrying it can know each other’s location.”
“My whereabouts could be discovered. Trying to trick people would only end in a broken nose.”
It was then that Blake opened his mouth to answer a question that suddenly occurred to him.
“If we knew the location, we could just bomb it, but wouldn’t that dilute the meaning of the proxy war?”
“The location of the projector that can be identified by the sign is limited to a radius of 50 meters. Even that becomes clear only when you face it up close.”
“Does that mean I have to run myself to meet them?”
Difficulties were expected in many ways, as it seemed as if there was no such thing as prior agreement.
Different emotions permeate the candidates’ faces.
Anticipation, tension, anxiety, self-confidence, confusion.
thud.
A sound that seemed to dismiss all those feelings took hold of the audience.
“The stage is the entire Seed Colony. Whether it’s a fair fight where you set a time and place, a vulgar surprise attack where you guess the location, or a game where you sneak into the opponent’s battlefield and win points by scheming, we’re all for it. What’s needed is the wit and will to overcome the difficulties.”
The moment Maxwell announces, a time limit is engraved on the candidates’ devices.
“The time given to you is one week. If you exceed the timeline, you will be considered defeated and a new director candidate will be selected.”
There is no place to retreat now.
Everything is under the rule of winner-take-all―
“If you are ready, come and show your worth. Prove that you are qualified to become a member of the board of directors.”
* * *
Alexander, the chairman of MTI, was moving quickly. Since he had decided to participate in the proxy war, he could not afford to waste even a single second.
Wasn’t it a difficult situation to even select a fighter?
With the advancement of technology, human strength has increased exponentially. The high intelligence that was used to reach the top of the ecosystem is now being used to break through the limits of the species.
Genetic manipulation, cybernetic surgery, special units, firearms, doping, and more—bodily augmentation using all sorts of devices has gone beyond beasts and into the realm of weapons.
If you have the talent and qualities, you could even aim to be a superhuman.
In fact, the top few of these so-called Numbers are so high that even the Martian Defense Forces are wary of them.
The gray zone of the problem-solving company was also a golden tower built by such strong people.
The problem is―
The question was whether they would be willing to step forward.
The proxy war was no ordinary friendly match.
First of all, once you collide, it doesn’t end peacefully. In the worst case, you might even lose your life.
There were many stories that suited Alexander’s needs, but he did not seem likely to accept them easily.
It’s not like they’ve endured all this hardship and built up their strength because they wanted to be the scapegoats of corporate warfare.
There should have been a price commensurate with the penalty, but it wasn’t like they would win just by pouring everything out.
Compatibility also had to be taken into consideration.
Even a cyborg capable of demolishing a building in an instant can be rendered powerless with a single gesture from a tuner.
Ultimately, since it has to be resolved within the scope of the connections and financial resources that one already has, the scope of employment is bound to be limited.
Of course, this is also what the board of directors is aiming for.
It’s not often that you get the chance to weaken the power of another megacorp.
That wasn’t the only headache.
“The amount of traffic passing through MTI has once again skyrocketed. There will inevitably be latency, so we are prioritizing connections based on population density, but it is unclear how long this can continue.”
Alexander clicked his tongue briefly at Victor’s report.
“Even though all the communication satellites were available, you’re saying that? They’re taking over civilian satellites in a hurry. They’re saying they’re paying more than the market price. I don’t know who’s attacking them now, but there must be a limit.”
“But that’s only a temporary expedient.”
There was no way I didn’t know it was Alexander.
MTI was reeling from a global online attack that had begun a few years ago.
“I guess the guys who stole ‘that’ are putting pressure on me.”
A secret that cannot be revealed to anyone.
“Why don’t we report the situation now and ask the board for help?”
“Then? Should I just close up shop? Are you carrying udon noodles in your head?”
For a moment, wrinkles appeared on Victor’s surprised face, but even that bothered Alexander.
Victor, who had been assisting the Weber family for a long time since the previous chairmanship, maintained an upright personality like a bamboo tree, making it seem as if all those years had passed without any significance.
It’s just hypocrisy, useless in an emergency.
“Please shut up. Do you think I’ll be the only one to die if it’s discovered that it’s gone? Everyone will die.”
From disqualification of candidacy to massive damages—perhaps the board of directors would impose the disciplinary action themselves.
“But it’s only a matter of time before we get caught. At that point, MTI could be put under surveillance and split apart.”
“It’s a matter of time, time… … time.”
A solution occurred to Alexander in an instant.
“Yeah. You have to move, you have to become a mover.”
If the director’s omnipotent power was ignored, the crisis could be avoided. Moreover, it would certainly be possible to track down the unidentified force that had seized it.
First of all – we needed a fighter, a fighter who would achieve victory by any means necessary.
“Are you still close with those guys?”
Victor realized who Alexander was talking about and squeezed his eyes shut.
“We have cut ties since then. Don’t you know how dangerous they are?”
“Stop whining and call me. I’ll check it out.”
* * *
On the way out of the board headquarters.
Snow White stumbled upon a middle-aged man in the lobby and stopped for a moment.
A pomade perm style that doesn’t tolerate even a single strand of hair. The consistent styling on his muscular body gave off an aura that seemed like it came straight out of a pictorial.
In fact, he was a man with a mature charm who even worked as an advertising model to help revamp the image of Mastop.
Blake Lindberg.
President of Mastop.
He met Snow White’s eyes and smiled brightly.
“It was so chaotic in the conference room that I couldn’t even say hello. It’s been a while, Chairman Baekseol.”
“President Blake too.”
“I saw you once at Chairman Baek Seok-do’s funeral last time, and this is the first time I’ve seen you. You’ve grown up so much.”
“Because a lot has happened.”
“I also have a new family.”
Blake adds, his voice meaningful.
“I owe you a lot of help in one way or another.”
Snow White knew what Blake was talking about.
Eastern Gate is a combination of illegal slot transplants, brainwashing, multi-level marketing, device extraction, and hostessing.
It was a scandal, the likes of which were said to have been committed by Blake’s youngest son, Easton, and was an unprecedented sex scandal.
“It hasn’t even been a few months yet, and now he’s been recognized by the industry and is even called a ‘togui’. Well, you would know better than I, a third party.”
“Yes, he is my proud younger brother.”
He responds with a subtle expression of pride that cannot be hidden.
Of course. The performance Gaon showed in taking control of Baekdu was more than that of a one-man army.
“But you know. I don’t know if it’s the police or the military, but the humiliation of being bitten by a wild dog is something that is hard to forget.”
“Is that so? I heard it worked out well. Or do you want to settle the score now that it’s over?”
“It’s not that aggressive. I figured out where the hybrid came from.”
“… … .”
Unlike his gentlemanly tone, his eyes were raised fiercely and his words were explicit.
I can let it go once, but not twice.
Blake was clearly hostile to Gaon.
“I have a word of advice. Don’t let that face show in the proxy war. That is, if you don’t want to lose your little brother.”
Suddenly, a cloudy aura appears in Snow White’s eyes, and her languid movements become more intense.
“Is it because you’re the president of Mastop? You’re hot. I didn’t expect to hear you say you were after my little brother right in front of me.”
“If I had been serious about dealing with it, I wouldn’t have even given you advice. You can think of this as my final mercy. I don’t have the time to worry about things that don’t even touch my eyes.”
“Hoo hoo, hoo hoo. Hehehe, kkekeke.”
A mockery mixed with a coquettish tone.
Within moments, Snow White, clutching the token, straightens her posture.
“What would happen if I became a fighter right now and smashed Chairman Blake’s face in like a sledgehammer?”
“… … .”
“It looks like at least one person will be eliminated and a proxy war will begin.”
“How arrogant. Was this your original personality?”
“Go your way quietly. If you don’t want to walk with a cane in your old age.”
“Your love for your younger sibling is truly immense.”
Snow White, who raised her middle finger, calmly and confidently disappeared from sight. With confident steps without any hesitation.
Could it be that he is indeed the son of ‘that’ Baek Seok-do?
“But you don’t seem to know that affection for blood relatives is nothing more than a luxury.”
In the distance, you can see the face of a man following Snow White.
It was a familiar face to Blake, too.
Ivan Bergensky.
So, you said it was a self-restraint of Prime Solutions?
“It looks like something interesting will be drawn. It wouldn’t be a bad idea to teach them a lesson this time.”
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