I Will Take a Break at Academy - Chapter 316



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How to Live Immortally Episode 316

316 Long time no see, my one and only friend

At the same time, a tiny metal object, as small as a bean, is projected into the air.

“It’s called ‘core.’”

Nucleus, or center.

There is no word that fits Yahweh’s description as well. Even though it was a hologram, I felt that it had an unusual history. It felt like my instincts as a living creature were being stimulated.

Of course, apart from that, Gaon could only stare blankly. What was now eating away at him was a sense of foreboding.

Yeah, I’ve seen that before.

That was a long time ago too.

‘Old monk.’

A benefactor who taught Arahant at the Potala Palace and a master who personally demonstrated the potential of humans. The inner tablet he left behind when he died was exactly the same.

There was no way the old monk could be the third. As far as Gaon knew, he was a native Tibetan. He was also a lama who devoted himself to asceticism and never set foot outside the Potala Palace.

Wasn’t it traditionally buried with birds until the end? Then why on earth does this common denominator arise?

Could it be that there is a missing link between humans and the Third?

But is that possible? With an alien being you’ve never encountered before?

‘Well, that aside.’

Gaon had personally experienced the power of the Third, whom he had met only a few days ago. Judging from their abilities, it seemed that the current human race had no way of standing up to them.

But the fact that he was in Yahweh’s hands meant that he somehow dealt with the Third, which was simply amazing.

However, unlike Gaon, who was purely amazed, the members who had been hiding in the shadows for a long time were completely shocked at something else.

“We agreed not to bring in any extraterrestrial materials, and you broke that agreement? Are you out of your mind?”

Cheshire, who used to just lick the soles of his feet while talking about anything at the meeting, stood still this time and scolded him. He was someone who usually agreed with the ark’s ideas.

So to speak, Yahweh’s actions are like a sore spot.

The backlash was bound to be severe.

“Why do you think the 100-man treaty was signed in the 22nd century?”

Gaon also remembered the 100-member treaty. It was a promise made by 100 leaders representing humanity to facilitate smooth exchanges with extraterrestrial civilizations.

“It’s all about restricting the Second from freely moving around in the human realm.”

It seemed that there were a few more clauses attached behind it.

Yahweh also seemed to be aware of this and coolly refuted it.

“I didn’t go outside the solar system to get it. I didn’t break the charter stated in the treaty. Calm down.”

“Is this really true? What if Second notices it? What about Third before that? It’s not like I don’t know that they’re not the kind of guys who would overlook the death of their own kind.”

“We just need to crack down on those here. Haven’t you always boasted about it? Even if they’re second-in-command, they can’t come in here without your permission.”

“Irresponsible! If you’re going to hide it, hide it until the end. What’s the symbol of revealing it like this?”

“It’s just a part of a part anyway. For convenience’s sake, I’ve expressed it as the corpse of the third, but to be exact, it’s just a piece of it.”

Can we confidently say that a product contains lactic acid bacteria just because it contains 0.003 percent cheese?

Yahweh added, using absurd logic.

“It’s not enough to study. It might end up not getting anything, so it could be called waste.”

“You’re so impatient that you’re taking out that waste. I guess it’s similar to what you’ve been researching for a long time? I’m jealous.”

Red Hood, once twisted, scrapes the table with her scissors. She grins, expressing her discomfort through noise.

“Will the results be auctioned off at the next exchange meeting?”

“You know that nothing has been decided yet. I haven’t even won the bid for the nectar.”

Suddenly, Red Hood’s gaze is fixed on Gaon.

“Yes, the baby’s wishes are important.”

Perhaps he was convinced that the conclusion would not change anyway. He spoke vaguely, but his eyes did not look particularly expectant.

It wasn’t wrong.

What Yahweh wanted in exchange for nectar was the opportunity to catch a glimpse of an alien civilization. What he could take from there was purely a matter of luck, but it was undeniable that it was the item Gaon needed most.

“What’s the point of competing when it’s not fair from the start? Cancel the auction, Anonymous. If it gets heated like this, there will only be losers in the end. It’s called a “sack of sacks”. Shouldn’t we prevent issues that could lead to discord in advance?”

Wood Chopper was being stubborn, but no one was criticizing him. It was Gaon who discovered the mechanism of the ability and created the nectar.

If he discovers ‘something’ in the core, it is obvious that the gap will widen further.

As everyone raised their voices in the name of concern, the room became noisy in an instant.

But that only lasts for a moment.

“stop.”

A voice that seemed to have come from the abyss echoed throughout the banquet hall.

* * *

The ceiling splits and the space distorts. A person with his shoulders exposed lands lightly like a feather. The man who caught everyone’s attention with just that gesture walks around the round table.

A spirit that overwhelms the audience with just one step.

It was a presence so strong that it was hard to believe it was an illusion realized in virtual reality.

The first one to greet him was anonymous.

“Welcome, Master.”

There was only one person in this world who was called by that name.

The owner of the ark―

‘Noah.’

Only then does the man’s appearance come into view.

A three-button business suit. A chesterfield coat draped over the shoulders has a soft neon glow along its outline.

You could say it’s somewhere between a suit and techwear.

The same was true of the collar around the neck.

However, there was nothing special about it. It wasn’t like he had erased his facial features like a nameless person. He literally had no hair above his shoulders.

Did they just leave him on the guillotine?

Because of its striking features, one person immediately comes to mind.

‘A headless god?’

It was definitely based on the being that Dogma followed. Didn’t Gaon also put forward an organization called Ryungyoung as a mask?

It couldn’t have been a coincidence.

It must be related to dogma in some way.

A new religion and an inner circle, it’s an unlikely combination, but the members’ reactions were all good. They must know that the god worshipped by Dogma is the same as Noah.

Accepting it calmly means that he has heard an explanation about it once, but unfortunately, this was not the case for the newbie Gaon.

‘Is it because you don’t show up at the exchange meetings often to manage dogma?’

One assumption comes to mind, but I quickly dismiss it. It was a meeting that only happened once a month. It couldn’t have been hard to find a few hours.

“… … .”

Noah, who sat at the head of the table as if it were a given, clenched his jaw in an unexpected manner.

It was then that Holmes looked at the nameless man.

“You called me.”

“Because we can’t decide on our own. And isn’t that the reason for my existence?”

The whispering passes by, and Noah opens his mouth, focusing everyone’s attention on his breathing alone.

“I heard that something interesting has come up?”

Even though he has no mouth, he can still make sounds.

‘vibration?’

It seemed as if he was shaking the atmosphere to form the desired waveform. Since it was a virtual reality unaffected by the laws of physics, such details could be ignored, but Noah went through the troublesome process.

As if that were more convenient.

“Answer me, Yahweh. Where did you get it?”

Although it was an interrogation that showed not even a shred of respect, Yahweh honestly and frankly revealed the situation rather than expressing his dissatisfaction.

“I found it while searching the No. 7 dome. As you know, there are a lot of lost items there.”

“I didn’t know you were so into treasure hunting.”

“While discovering things like that, I started to develop hobbies I never had before.”

“You’re lucky.”

Rather than denying it, I accept it.

Does that mean the tangled web of secrets is unwavering?

It was fortunate that it was revealed that Yahweh had no ability to capture the Third, but there was one word that was troubling, or rather, that could not help but troubling.

‘No.7 Dome?’

There are only six domes.

China, Saudi Arabia, Germany, India, the United States, and South Africa.

From No. 1 to No. 6 in that order – that was common knowledge.

But there’s a seventh dome? And the third one died there?

This was information that even Gaon, who was quite active on Earth, had not encountered. Well, it wasn’t unreasonable. Although he had been touring all the domes for hundreds of years, his area of ​​activity was limited.

The earth had been covered with snow for a long time.

In it, adventuring across the continent as before was tantamount to committing suicide. The lack of active exchange between places meant that it was a perfect place to hide something.

If you think about it, isn’t movement between domes also limited?

No.7 I wanted to know what kind of place Dome was, but since it was not a situation where I could ask rashly, I had no choice but to remain silent.

Almost simultaneously, the thought stopped and Noah changed his mind.

“Good job.”

“I’m listening.”

“Do you really think that nectar has value comparable to the core?”

“I can’t say there isn’t any.”

“Perhaps just possessing the core could put your life at risk. Even the Ark cannot guarantee your safety.”

“You always speak as if you were taking care of me.”

Noah stared blankly at the mocking Gaon and answered a moment later.

“If it’s okay with you, you can take it.”

No wonder Wood Chopper was shocked.

“You allow it?”

“If there’s no problem, there’s no reason to make an issue of it.”

“This topic is probably beyond that level. Even though you are the owner of the ark, there are limits. This is the opinion of the members… … .”

Wood Chopper was furious and pounded the table, but Noah rebuked him without moving an inch.

“Make no mistake, Wood Chopper. Working with the Second and ignoring the Third are both for our own ends.”

“Ugh.”

“Remember why we host monthly meetings at the Ark.”

Noah’s spirit, who had risen from his seat, began to blur and then disappeared like a mirage.

* * *

The exchange meeting ended with Noah’s departure.

The faces of the members who disconnected were lifeless. Gaon was no different. It had been a long time since he felt like a frog in a well.

In that respect, the call from Second, John Titor, could be said to be welcome.

“It’s been a while, my one and only friend.”

Except that it has to play on the palm of his hand.

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