338. That old lady.
Complete the tower by placing one puzzle piece on top of the other.
This is the Tower of Babel made with a 3D puzzle.
The brain princess smiled in satisfaction when she saw that.
‘fun.’
fun.
The process of putting the pieces together to create the finished product was incredibly enjoyable.
As soon as I opened the package, I crumpled up the manual and threw it in the trash.
There was no need for that.
No matter how complex the structure, each puzzle piece has a use.
It might be difficult and complicated for some, but it was easy for the brain princess.
It was just the right level of play to stimulate the brain.
It was worth it.
Her brain roams the electronic world.
The world was full of unnecessary trash, starting with junk files.
Divide the necessary from the unnecessary among the trash, and then weave and assemble related items from the necessary ones.
That’s what the brain princess did when she synchronized with the Internet world.
All of this didn’t happen overnight just because the mind was electronically synchronized.
From the moment she was born until now, the world of electronics has been her playground, her home, her everything.
The life she spent there, the rich experiences, gave her the ability to assemble unnecessary information into meaningful content.
That’s why she was able to figure out what Yumuin was preparing with just a few clues.
‘It’s unique.’
He was said to be the founder of the Immortal Church.
The external content is like this.
But now, aren’t we on the complete opposite side?
A series of coincidences coincided, and everything she had discovered through her own efforts was passed on to Gwangik.
It’s already been a few days since I told you that.
It was much faster than finding out the location, and after hearing that, Gwangik left a few days later, saying he had to meet the hero of the previous generation, Yumuin.
‘So, do they both have the same purpose?’
I don’t know. The representative was the type that you couldn’t know what was on his mind even if you just looked at him.
I understand why Hye-min is telling me to be careful.
That strange mysticism was a distinct point of attraction, separate from its appearance.
“Should I take a break?”
The brain princess muttered and lay down, twiddling her toes.
I felt tired. They told me to use my abilities to a level that wouldn’t shorten my lifespan, but that’s not easy.
It took a process of getting used to the feeling.
In the process, a guy named Han Jeong-jik helped me, but help is only help; it is something you realize and do yourself.
In the world of electronics, finding specific information can be a difficult and arduous task.
‘still.’
I felt a sense of accomplishment.
The brain princess, who had never known how to use her abilities before, thought it was fortunate that she was in NS at this moment.
I don’t think the CEO would kill anyone for his own benefit with the information he passed on this time.
If you ask me if this will help the world, I would say I don’t know, but I think it won’t do any harm.
Furthermore.
It was her job to find out the information, but after that it was none of my business.
The rest was up to the representative.
* * *
As soon as I entered, an old man picked his nose and flicked it away.
I twisted my body to avoid it.
“Wow, you’re good at dodging. Good at it. Good at it.”
What the heck, you’re deliberately pretending to be crazy.
“… … That was the purpose of our volunteer work?”
Miho asked.
No, that can’t be.
“I came here to do business.”
He spoke and approached the table.
The old man tilted his head and looked at me.
I looked straight into the old man’s eyes.
“Stir-fried squid.”
What the hell is this?
“I want to eat stir-fried squid.”
Why are you saying that while staring at my face?
There was not a single trace of falsehood in those eyes. There was no sign of her hiding something.
If this is acting, it’s excellent. There isn’t a single flaw.
But no.
It was a gut feeling and intuition. I was sure that this old man was not crazy.
In fact, even if it wasn’t a gut feeling, I had already finished investigating.
Some crazy old man is gathering information and building up strength to overthrow the Immortal Church.
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And he did so in a very clever way, hiding his body.
Finding out where this place was located wasn’t easy.
The brain-dead kid had dark circles under his eyes.
The brain-dead kid who had an obsession with proving his abilities was just pretending to be cool.
To me, it looked like not only had my lifespan shortened, but all the stamina I had stored up was lost.
It’s not just the location that’s been found out.
The information given by the brain-dead brat also included that this author moved his base like a migratory bird.
The current residence is only for two days at most.
All of this is to avoid the hand of the Immortal Church, which threatens us at every moment.
What kind of imitation of an old person with dementia is this?
“Don’t talk to that stinky guy!”
The old man suddenly screamed and turned his head away.
I stood there silently, lost in thought.
If you came with your father, you are in the grandson’s position.
I couldn’t do that.
There are many reasons, but the biggest reason is that the characteristics of Yumuin made him that way.
This old man can’t trust the government or the group.
I want to live by all means, but I want to destroy the Immortal Church.
Then, is the intention of the heart toward the Immortal Church sincere?
I think so.
Because the first Immortal Church was not a sect.
At that time, the Immortal Church was merely a group representing the persecuted immortals.
It’s just been mutated.
The grandfather who created the predecessor of the Immortal Church later left the organization.
If I were to write the story in the meantime, it would probably fill half a book.
That’s none of my business.
As I told Miho earlier, I came here to do business. That’s all.
I even thought about the apostle who told me this story.
If it weren’t for that apostle, I wouldn’t have even thought of looking for a person like Yumuin.
Apostles, Yumuin, Immortal Church, Father, Government, Dangun Group.
After putting everything into categories of thought, I made one assumption.
Yumuin fought the Immortal Church alone.
But was that fight effective?
No, it would be difficult to see it that way.
You must have lived under constant threat of assassination.
But that doesn’t mean we can reach out to the government now.
Above all, it would have been unacceptable for me to reach out to my father.
Pride wasn’t the issue. The Immortal Church is a group that kills its opponents.
This is a group that creates waves of assassinations.
Even I, who was affected, acknowledge this to some extent.
Well, I kind of enjoyed it, but if you did that to a special species, they’d probably go crazy.
It’s the perfect thing to drive a particularly sensitive immortal mad.
Even breathing will have to be done while guarding against the immortal assassin.
In my opinion, Yumuin could not have put his son in such danger.
No matter how much of a thousand face it is.
Isn’t it a father’s wish for his son to live happily?
Even though I’ve never been a father in my entire life.
Does that mean we should reach out to the Dangun group?
That makes even more sense.
Moreover, my son married the daughter who is said to be the successor of the Dangun group.
It would have been even more impossible to contact them.
This is where my assumptions and speculations come into play.
What if that Immortal Apostle is on our side?
So what if it’s someone with or without a partner?
So what kind of person do I appear to them?
The Immortal Church’s evil deeds did not take anyone as an ally.
What if he’s the kind of guy who chews up that evil and counters it by taking advantage of the traps set by terrorist groups?
Wow, wouldn’t you want this?
But is this my grandson?
You’ll probably want to protect your father like you did before.
Of course, this is all just my assumptions, speculations, and inferences.
Maybe not.
But it was worth checking out.
Because it is effective when a stalker who has been following the Immortal Church for decades becomes an ally.
So this is business.
I should have come as a representative of NS, not as the son of Yoo Yeon-ho, or the grandson of Yoo Mu-in.
If not, this gentleman would never have left my side.
There was also some personal feelings mixed in.
I couldn’t sense any anger or emotion in my father’s calm and composed tone of voice.
That means it was hidden on purpose.
Your mother must have noticed too.
In that tone of voice, I felt that there was still emotion left in him.
If he gets angry because he can’t be a good father, he’ll probably resolve it by throwing punches or something like that.
But if the author, my grandfather, goes down in flames while fighting the Immortal Church like this, I think it will leave a scar on my father’s heart for the rest of his life.
So, this part is my personal opinion.
“I don’t smell.”
I raised my hand and said.
“Huh, that’s funny.”
The old woman turned her head away, pretending to be upset.
And then, out of the blue, he blurts out:
“I don’t like sensitive guys either. They’re like punks.”
Crack.
The sound of molars grinding was heard inside the old woman’s mouth.
“Where can you find someone as generous as me?”
“Generosity?”
Miho was making noises next to me, but I think that would have been an answer.
The smelly ones are shapeshifters.
Sensitive is immortal.
“Are you a pervert? I don’t like perverts either.”
Are you by any chance joining hands with the association?
You do this even though you know it.
“Pervert, I have nothing to do with that kind of thing.”
I sat down on the floor with a thud.
“Is there anything to eat? I’m hungry.”
“I have nothing to eat. But who are you?”
The old man’s eyes looked different than before.
But he is still an old man with dementia.
It’s fun, it’s fun.
“This is Yoo Gwang-ik.”
“however?”
“Let’s do business. Can you do it alone?”
It’s a fastball that’s full of body, without any unnecessary talk.
Still, there is no shaking.
“ah.”
Miho let out a short exclamation next to me.
It’s a story without an object, so it’s usually hard to figure out what’s being said just by listening to it from the side.
I also passed the information on to Miho. My personal opinion was also written down to some extent in a memo.
You probably have a general idea by now.
If there’s someone who’s smarter than me.
“Grandpa, would you like to see Seoul?”
I knew you’d strike at the right moment.
“I like Seoul. I’ll buy you delicious food and take you to nice places.”
If you listen closely, it sounds like you’re a salesperson dispatched from a pyramid company, but it’s not wrong.
“NS, this is Ninetails team leader, Umiho.”
When Umiho continued speaking in a tone that was clearly breaking, only then did the old man’s eyes become a little more serious.
“I guess you came knowing everything?”
“Then, would a CEO of a company come here without knowing anything?”
I answered with a smile.
Grandpa suddenly burst into laughter.
He threw his neck back, threw his head back, and laughed out loud.
“It’s fun, it’s fun.”
Now even Grandpa seems to be having fun.
I had fun from the beginning.
“Miho.”
As I opened my mouth to see that, Umiho, who had extraordinary insight, opened the hologram window.
“This is an employment contract. Do you want to work for me?”
Up until now, I’ve been doing it alone. I’ve been swinging my bare fists at the Immortal Cult. That would have been like throwing an egg at a rock.
But what if it’s here? What if it’s inside NS?
That would be a slightly different issue.
I was giving a chance to a gentleman named Yumuin.
And he also plays the role of a father.
In the meantime, do whatever you want.
The Immortal Church will be erased anyway. It will be like that even if there is no such person as Yumuin.
I will make it so.
Determination speaks with the eyes.
The old man stopped laughing and made eye contact with me.
For a moment, a serious atmosphere filled the room and a conversation between eyes took place.
‘Just follow me and do your work.’
‘I thought my grandson was a snake, but he’s a dragon.’
‘A dragon? It’s that tiger.’
‘The way you talk nonsense doesn’t resemble Yeonho at all.’
‘Yes, this is my mother’s side.’
‘Okay, then can this old man rely on you?’
‘However much.’
Wouldn’t it be nice to live with some help from younger people when you’re older?
That doesn’t mean he can be treated like a grandfather right now.
After I sort out my relationship with my father, we’ll have to wait and see what happens.
The eye conversation is over.
The old woman closed her eyes and then opened them.
Then the seriousness disappeared and the gaze returned to its previous state.
And then he opened his mouth.
“If you give me candy.”
“……yes?”
“I’ll go if you give me candy. But who are you?”
This guy has become an old man with dementia again.
At this point, I’m starting to think it’s half real.
“You little bastard!”
As soon as I thought that, my mother-in-law shouted at me.
“Get out of here, you ugly bastard. I’m going with him.”
Then, all of a sudden, he links arms with Miho.
“Grandpa, your eyes are bright.”
Miho agreed with that statement.
“Where is it bright?”
“You have a keen eye for appearance.”
Are you crazy?
Don’t you know that when you say I’m ugly?
Those eyes are already damaged. Perhaps, as an immortal who has lived for a long time, he has lost his eyesight… … .
“The bird is flying.”
Grandfather looked at the sky and said.
“There is a black spot on the baby’s belly.”
Grandfather continued.
I frowned and looked up at the sky.
A seagull was flying very high overhead.
When I looked closely, I saw that there was black hair only in the middle of the stomach.
“Are my eyes good? Are they really good? You ugly bastard, give me candy!”
That old lady.
