32. You did really well.
In an ordinary company, various regulations will be established based on company rules.
But Hwarim Information and Communication.
There was no need for such complicated rules in a place called the Immortal Special Forces.
It was originally an organization based on the military.
A few rules such as hierarchy, work process, and division of work were sufficient.
And among them, maintaining confidentiality and obeying orders from superiors were among the top priorities.
To summarize and conclude.
The team leader gave an order, and the gunner and I blatantly ignored it.
“Jijijik?”
I returned to work and immediately after returning my tattered clothes and firearms.
The team leader came into the conference room, called the gunner, opened his mouth and uttered his first words.
“Jijijii profit?”
“Communication was suddenly cut off.”
I carefully made an excuse.
By nature, I am a man who doesn’t make excuses.
However, it was human instinct to find a way out in such a situation.
“Ah, the communication was cut off. Our Kwang didn’t hear my command because the communication was cut off.”
“Yes, that’s it.”
When I answer, the shooter next to me takes my hand.
It seemed like he meant not to do it.
“Ah, shit, I wish my communication with the opposite s*x had just stopped right now. Then I’d make you a blood clot and say I forgot.”
Why are you saying those things while laughing? manager.
And what do you do with those eyebrows?
My eyebrows are trembling. manager.
“It’s my fault.”
the gunner said.
Seeing the shooter standing next to me with his back to me was extremely reassuring.
Okay, I’m not the one in charge.
“Are you stating the obvious?”
“I will take responsibility.”
“……Jeong-ya.”
The team leader was impressed.
“Yes, Employee Level 1 Kim Jeong-ah.”
Within Hwarim, employees also have ranks.
Level 3, Level 2, Level 1.
The training is not even at level 3.
“What was your rank?”
“I am a level 1 employee.”
“How can I take responsibility? Make me resign?”
The gunner kept his mouth shut.
“Let’s do it in moderation. A disciplinary committee will be held.”
When he spoke on the radio, it looked like he was going to capture and kill me and the gunner.
Not now again.
It feels like looking at ruins that have become quiet after a typhoon has passed.
“Get off work today and go to the audit team as soon as you get to work tomorrow. It doesn’t end with just an inspector general, you know?”
“Yes, I know.”
The gunner answered.
If you think about it, this is an organization. There are rules and regulations in an organization, and if you break them, you just have to pay the appropriate price.
Of course, since this is a place that belongs to the category of Immortal Special Forces, the price may be greater than expected, but it is for saving people.
I was quite confident.
“Do you think you did a good job?”
The team leader asked when he saw that day.
If I say yes, they’ll hit me, right?
“no.”
“f*ck.”
The team leader answered.
“Not really. I know I did something wrong.”
“f*ck you.”
The team leader answered again.
I feel like no matter what I say to this guy, he’ll just swear at me.
So I kept my mouth shut.
There was an uncomfortable silence. The team leader opened his mouth and broke the silence that lasted for about ten seconds.
“When you come to work, write a reflection paper every day and bring it with you. Understood?”
“……I’m not going to the disciplinary committee?”
“Do you want to go?”
No, it would be better if I didn’t go.
Still, wouldn’t a disciplinary committee be better than a written reflection?
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I’m not even a high school student, so what kind of reflection can I write?
Moreover, even when I was in high school, I never once wrote a reflection paper.
If I made a big mistake or did something wrong at home, my mother would punish me with a fist that was stronger than a pen, and my father was the type of person who would quietly scold me.
Where could there be a model student like me in school?
“You’re a reflection, damn it.”
The team leader spoke and that was the end of the situation.
There was an hour left until I got off work, and I realized why I was writing this reflection through messenger.
In that short time, rumors about the shooter and me had already spread widely.
The two of them killed 300 blind dogs.
The wave was blocked with a few pistols.
Is that so, how many did I kill?
I didn’t have the presence of mind to count it.
Anyway, this wasn’t important.
Official source Yohan told us through messenger.
There is no disciplinary action for probationary employees. There is no pay cut or penalty.
The only penalty is resignation.
If an average trainee were to have an accident, how serious would it be?
So, if you really feel like you can’t use this guy, you should resign.
So who is responsible for everything in this situation?
First-class employee Kim Jeong-ah, so my gunner.
She had to take full responsibility.
Company life is tough.
In my opinion, it was a good thing they saved civilians, but they immediately convened a disciplinary committee for breaking the rules.
When I think about it, I wonder if this is right.
Because this is an organization, and I belong to this organization.
Moreover, this place is no different from a subsidiary under the government.
They may be more strict about following rules and regulations.
Above all, no matter what anyone says, this is a company.
What is a company? It is an organization that pursues profit.
Otherwise, it would have become a public institution or social enterprise.
Although half of them are civil servants, Hwarim Information and Communication operates for profit.
Of course, the public interest as stated by the government is also taken into consideration.
In this accident, a few immortals would have been much more important than a few civilians.
I could understand the situation without having to think about it.
One was a new employee and the other was an elixir human with no regenerative ability.
From the side of the company called Hwarim, it was natural that they had to give up civilians.
But the gunner and I ignored that and acted.
While I was looking at the messenger and thinking about what I had done, it was time to leave work.
Let’s get up from our seats.
“I make sure to make sure I have time to go home.”
The team leader said.
That snout will talk like that for the rest of its life, right?
Then it would be better for me to listen with one ear and let it out than to fix that snout.
I chose an efficient method.
This means that he only pretended to listen, gave a cursory answer, and then turned around.
Although my body recovered to some extent, it was a mentally tiring day.
So I went through the hallway, took the elevator, and went out of the office.
The air became much colder and the sun was setting, spreading its glow between the buildings.
The view is killing me.
It is the time of dogs and wolves, the starting point of the sunset and the transition from day to evening.
It was my favorite time of the day.
As I suddenly stopped, someone touched my shoulder from behind.
I thought it would be Yohan or Gwitae.
I turned my head.
He was an unexpected person.
“…Are you gone yet?”
I saw that you left 30 minutes early for tomorrow.
“You did well today.”
The other person spoke and tapped his shoulder.
The shooter was Kim Jeong-ah.
“You did really well.”
I made eye contact with the shooter who spoke once more. The black pupil in the middle of the white space looked at me.
I also made eye contact.
There was no regret or fear in the gunner’s eyes about what he had done.
These were the eyes of someone who believed he had done the right thing.
Excited.
I felt my heart beating.
Good job.
You did really well.
It was just two words.
I once again realized what I had done.
I saved someone today.
That feeling of pride suddenly surged through my heart.
The gunner did not speak for long. I guess that’s because of my personality.
Instead of using his tongue, the shooter spoke with his eyes.
I carefully caught what she didn’t say for a long time.
Those who were near the black hole survived because of me, and will be grateful for the rest of their lives.
Even if the author didn’t know that.
Even if I didn’t know about the change in the nearby black hole, what I did today was right.
At least that’s what he thinks, he’s seen it all.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“yes.”
I also responded to the gunner’s words with a greeting.
See you tomorrow, those words strangely touched my heart.
Wait a minute, I think I saw this in a drama somewhere.
Oh, I don’t know, I feel better.
So, even if no one knows what I did today, at least one person acknowledged it.
I could see the man trudging his way.
It’s probably on the way to the office building provided by the company.
I also turned around.
Today, I won’t think about anything else, just take a shower, soak in the bathtub, and fall asleep.
Of course, after eating about five servings of pork belly.
I immediately called my mother.
“Yes, son.”
“Mother, I am very hungry.”
“Today, I have pork belly and pork belly.”
“I want to run.”
“I don’t want to see news about a shape-shifting kid flying around like Spider-Man in the middle of downtown Seoul, son.”
“Yes, I will take the subway.”
It’s not that far.
Because it takes Line 5 all at once.
I walked quickly towards the subway and got on board.
When I got home, I didn’t say a word about work.
Excluding the bloodshed and fights.
I told my mother that I thought the shooter I was staying with was like an emotionless block of ice born in an ice country, but he was still a nice person.
“Do you have a picture?”
“No. I didn’t even post a photo on Talk.”
“okay?”
“why?”
“I was wondering if that girl was going to be my daughter-in-law.”
“……I’m a coworker at work, mother.”
“Originally, the shooter becomes you and you become the honey.”
Is that what you want to say here? Is that right? Something doesn’t seem right.
“Try to bring me to eat next time.”
“Well, yeah, I’ll try.”
It will be a really big challenge.
To be honest, the psychological distance has decreased a lot, but sitting across from the shooter at the dinner table in my house is something unimaginable.
“Gwangik.”
“yes.”
“A man’s charm comes from his boldness. Dash first.”
“I heard that my mother confessed to my father first.”
“So, you’re in your mother’s blood. Be bold, okay?”
Why is my mom so interested in my love life?
You’re not old enough to see grandchildren yet.
And I tried to ask my mother why she did it because it was the woman who took the bold step first, but she turned it on me again.
It’s not good to win with words.
“I don’t know. I’ll give it a try. And it’s not my type.”
My mother twitched her eyebrows at those words.
“Your type?”
Even my mother knows who my ideal type is. My image of a woman is the same.
A woman who is s*xy, innocent, noble, cute, intelligent, considerate, fun to play with, has a pretty face, good body, and is a mix of Eo Woo-dong and Shin Saimdang.
“Nothing, son.”
I didn’t say anything, but my mother spoke first.
“Yes, utopia is a utopia because that’s what it is.”
Isn’t my ideal type truly the most ideal woman I wish for?
“Ugh, I’m really worried that my son will grow old and smell like dog food.”
“No, even if we don’t get married, it won’t smell like that. Never.”
“Don’t pile up toilet paper in the trash can.”
“Oh, that’s not true.”
Everything must be taken care of thoroughly.
I don’t keep a trash can in my room. Most of the trash was thrown into the living room trash can.
“I’m washing up.”
After eating, I soaked in the bathtub and dozed off as planned, then dried my hair well and went in to lie down.
I just fell asleep.
I had a dream while I was asleep. If you know I’m dreaming, you might call it a lucid dream.
It seemed like that.
Thousands of blind dogs came and chewed my body.
I was tied up, and maybe because it was a dream, I was in a shitty restraint.
It was a chain with the team leader’s face engraved on it.
f*ck, I can’t help but curse.
It was bitten by dogs in that condition.
It hurt, but it was okay.
Because my immortal regenerative power won’t let me die like this.
There.
Crack.
In my dream, I tore off my chains and woke up.
Because I was the blood of transformation.
That’s how I opened my eyes.
It was a bright sunny morning. There wasn’t a single cloud.
The dream wasn’t a nightmare. I didn’t shed a single drop of cold sweat.
It was time to go to work again.
So I prepared and went to work.
I am number one.
Oh, the shooter went to the disciplinary committee.
From what I heard yesterday, I may be called in as a witness.
Let’s wait patiently.
As I sat down, someone knocked on my partition.
“hi.”
“Yes, new employee Yoo Gwang-ik.”
It was my first time seeing this face.
The face I saw for the first time suddenly spoke to me.
“Don’t you want to join the audit team?”
… … huh?
What situation is this?
fantasy,
