340. I’m grumpy, I’m grumpy.
There is a saying that words have power.
It is a metaphorical expression.
“everything will be alright.”
If you keep repeating this, good things will happen because of your positive mindset, but words generally have no power.
When we say that words have power, it refers to the power, qualifications, and financial resources that a person possesses.
But now, Yumuin, personally, the words of that old man who is now my grandfather really have power.
What should I say about this?
This is one of the things I see a lot in fantasy novels.
Words.
Of course, if the author hears someone say, “Go out and die,” he won’t immediately go out and dive off Seongsu Bridge.
It’s not that kind of power.
The grandfather is seen speaking to several suspected people among the nine hundred or so people.
“What is that smell!”
The man screaming looked emotional.
There seems to be no falseness in those feelings. It seems rather innocent to suddenly get angry.
But he is not innocent.
When his grandfather reached out and tried to grab his sleeve, he quickly pulled his hand away.
Contrary to his choleric and aggressive appearance, his eyes suddenly calm down.
My intuition reacted based on everything: the look in his eyes, the way his hands moved, his attitude.
It smelled like the assassins the Immortal Church had been sending me all along.
“Look, you stink. You.”
A word of confidence.
How did that process work?
It is visible to the eyes and perceived by the five senses. It is heard by the ears and perceived by the sixth sense.
I am immortal and a shapeshifter.
There is a means to give strength to words: the wild life force.
The cry that resembles that of a beast carries ultra-low frequency, and it catches the opponent’s limbs without them knowing. It presses down on the ground.
So what is Grandpa doing now?
It’s different from living. It’s not that extreme.
It’s part of the act of killing the presence.
My immortal bloodline has the special ability to freely control the body’s energy, commonly referred to as ‘spirit’.
What you see now is part of what Grandpa is like. He has that energy mixed into his voice.
An old man who suddenly barges in and spouts nonsense.
A surprising word in a situation like this.
The words that the old man utters shake the mind and soon destroy one’s composure.
That can’t happen with just one simple word.
Soon, Grandfather Yu Mu-in’s words became filled with strength.
It was similar to the scattering of sounds, but it was different, and it seemed to be on a different track from the immortal arts I had seen so far.
Several thoughts cross my mind and overlap.
My father was nicknamed Thousand Faces.
Nicknamed ‘the face of a thousand faces’.
It is a skill to deceive people by using facial expressions, gestures, actions, and speech.
Grandpa is similar, but has different special skills.
The ability to break someone’s spirit and destroy their mind with just a few words.
I soon realized that I had seen, felt, heard, and understood. I can’t say that I have mastered it right away, but I can imitate it, right?
“Miho.”
Let’s sing with a little bit of energy in our voices.
“……huh?”
Miho’s reply was delayed, perhaps because she felt a strange sense of discomfort.
The energy in the words is excessive.
Lower your voice a little, adjust your tone, and shake the other person’s heart. Tighten the heart.
Find a word that fits it, combine them, and open your mouth again.
“Did you sleep with your brother, Gwi-tae?”
Brrrr.
At that moment, Miho’s shoulders and hands trembled.
It is a face that clearly shows confusion that is not usually seen.
And then he blurts it out.
“How are you?”
Did you know? I didn’t know. You just told me.
I asked because I wanted you to tell me.
Normally, it was a question that the normal Umiho would never have been flustered or answered.
It was quite, no, quite an interesting talent.
Meanwhile, Grandpa was filtering out people.
“You!” “You stole my eggs!”
About a minute long.
“Why does your face look like that?”
If it’s short, about 10 seconds.
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It was a snap. It only took a little over an hour to filter out all 900 people.
The interviews that had piled up and couldn’t be finished in one day were finished in an instant.
After that, all you had to do was pass the tests that were prepared for you.
That’s something that can be solved by numbers.
This is because the work of Hyung Jungbong, Ki-nam, and Dong-hoon has been greatly reduced.
“What did you do?”
Miho asked.
He has incredibly quick wit.
“What should I do? You answer.”
“Pretend I didn’t hear that.”
“Can’t you just tell one person?”
“Why am I feeling unlucky? Who?”
“Kim Yohan.”
Kim Yohan, the talkative, the host of Yohan Broadcasting, a person who enjoys talking about other people’s stories the most.
If he knows, the whole NS knows.
So, they will immediately become an official couple.
“Kill me?”
“Even the Immortal Assassin couldn’t kill me? It was a good attempt. Keep up the good work, Team Leader Umiho.”
I added as I watched the HR staff approaching from behind.
Miho’s complexion quickly changed.
Until a moment ago, he was still spewing out life energy despite being immortal, but soon he became back to normal.
He returned to being a moderately cool and efficient human being.
“Hey, Team Leader, should I let that old man in like he said?”
What I see now is a truly absurd scene, but since the CEO and team leader just left it alone, no other employee could step forward and stop it.
Especially since he is the person I brought.
“Please.”
Umiho nodded.
That means I have a rough idea of what’s going on.
This kid is smart.
You must have known that I saw something in the old man named Yumuin and that what he was doing now was meaningful.
So, I guess we can conclude that this is a correct selection.
“really?”
The employee asked, sweating profusely.
The sweat flowing down may not be just due to the heat.
But if people found out about this, there would be an uproar.
It’s already half-confusion here.
“Isn’t this a bit too much? Is it right to single out people like this?”
A few righteous people speak first.
The HR staff didn’t even listen.
I understand that they themselves have no answer.
“This is a NS regular recruitment site. If you are dissatisfied, please turn around and leave.”
“Can I hear an explanation of this later?”
Following the righteous man, the smart man asked.
“If you pass, you will know why you passed.”
The staff chose their words well.
In fact, he probably doesn’t know, but he put his efforts into training.
Well, if you pick people out with that kind of attitude, some of the people who fail will probably be shocked.
If they are terrorist groups or other evil-minded people, they are likely to be excited to make it public.
I decided to ignore it.
So what.
The powerful are the bullies.
There must be some people who really got rejected unfairly.
That could be the case.
Because nothing is perfect in this world.
But I never said I was doing charity work.
I only take responsibility for things that fall within my scope of responsibility.
That was all.
“Yes, please do so.”
Representative approval has been granted.
The HR staff member’s expression became strange.
He looked relieved at times, but also seemed full of worry.
I thought he was a pretty passionate guy who took pride in his work.
Soon the employee nodded, answered that he understood, and turned around.
“One bag is not enough.”
The candy hunter came over and made a fuss.
“Miho.”
A bag of green grape candies that she had bought as a contrast came out of Miho’s bag.
The old man who had snatched it up looked at me with a strange look.
“I’m grumpy. I’m grumpy.”
After saying that, he stuck out his lips.
It seems like dementia has set in, so ignore it.
“I can’t kill you, but I can kill Kim Yohan.”
Miho found the answer and spoke from behind.
Yeah. If you can’t shut my mouth, just shut your ears.
Anyway, you’re smart.
“Then should I go on air and say it?”
“Are you crazy?”
I chuckled as I watched Miho’s composure crumble.
It was really fun to see his usually cold and blunt expression change so vividly.
“Are you a pervert?”
“My grandfather said, narrowing his eyes.
“no.”
I shook my head firmly and walked inside.
The second interview was in full swing.
* * *
“Damn, what kind of test is this!”
One of the applicants who was hit in the face rolled on the floor and said.
The interviewer who had just tripped and tripped the other person tilted his head.
“If you don’t like it, get out.”
If you don’t like the temple, you should leave.
The interviewer slung a small club across his shoulder.
It’s a simple test.
Wear protective gear and stand firm against the interviewer.
The problem is that these interviewers are all NS combat personnel.
That’s at least at the level of an Immortal Special Forces agent.
“You said you would give preferential treatment to those who have served in the military. Didn’t you say you would only hire people who are good at fighting?”
The person who got hit by another interviewer right next to him spoke with his molars clenched, as if he felt wronged.
“Is this what you call a fight? It’s my specialty, you little sh*ts.”
Right next to him, a tattooed, punk-like man wearing protective gear beats his chest.
Soon the thug stepped forward and turned his head from side to side.
“Come out, I’ll take care of you.”
The opponent is Jeong-ah.
Oh, this one isn’t a special species, but judging by the level of training, he’s a great person that even a half-blood immortal wouldn’t be able to attack.
And while she hates terrorists, she equally hates anyone who smells like them.
So he stood in the wrong line.
“Urya!”
The guy who shouted loudly couldn’t last 3 seconds.
I missed the step that dug into Jeong-ah’s insides and didn’t see the club hitting from below.
Boom! Bam.
I didn’t even come to my senses until I was grabbed by the collar and thrown to the floor right after I was hit.
Jeong-ah quietly muttered while looking at the guy whose head had fallen off.
“Medical staff.”
“yes.”
Those in white gowns came forward.
It’s the same uniform as if it had a sign saying, “I’m a medical professional.”
It was also a bit of a show-off.
It’s a show of showing off that they’ll fix anything that gets hurt.
The tattooed man, who had taken off his protective helmet, foamed at the mouth and passed out.
It’s quite an impressive sight.
Since this wasn’t something that happened for a day or two, some people seemed to think so.
Still, some people muttered that it was still unreasonable.
There was no one who kicked the door and turned around to leave.
First of all, I am someone who passed the first oral interview.
The condition for passing the oral interview is a signature.
Writing a confidentiality and life waiver.
I wanted to gather only those who were that desperate and that confident.
And none of them beat the interviewer.
Of course.
NS’s training method is unique, but honest.
Anyone who knows this side will say that it is more intense than the Immortal Special Forces or the Hwarang of the Dangun Group.
These are the people who survived in such places and got the interviewer mark.
These are not the kind of people that a punk tattoo artist would dare to attack.
It’s a bit too much to jump into this without learning how to exercise properly.
Among them, there are some who have shown outstanding skills.
For example, that author.
He’s quite skilled. He knows how to fight. However, when the outcome was decided, a man was seen quietly shaking his head.
“I lost.”
He thinks he’s shown all his skills, so he rushes at me and then says something like that.
The interviewer asks,
“Is this correct?”
“Yes, I showed you everything I could show you.”
The interviewer I was talking to nodded.
It’s a elimination.
That won’t work.
The criteria are clear.
They just didn’t reveal the criteria.
Telling you only makes things more difficult, so now is the perfect time.
“Eww!”
I turned my eyes back to the interviewer I had seen for the first time.
This is the woman who cried out, “What kind of test is this?”
The interviewer didn’t pay any attention.
If someone attacks, I will hit them and beat them up.
“give up?”
The interviewer asked the fallen woman. At those words, the woman got up and rushed towards him.
“Wow!”
The cheering sound is good.
Well, it might sound like a scream to other people.
Get hit. Get hit hard.
This test is never-ending unless the candidate faints or gives up.
There is no case where the interviewer finishes first.
If it doesn’t work, you have to knock him out.
And every interviewer in the room was given a pretty harsh order.
To torture as much as possible, for as long as possible, and as cruelly as possible.
They did so.
While other companies were doing stress interviews and such, we prepared for a beating interview.
Well, good. I feel proud of the line at that scene now.
Only those who have signed a confidentiality agreement and a life waiver agreement may enter.
Once you enter, you will be blown away.
In severe cases, arms or legs may be broken.
nevertheless.
There are some who never give up.
“Kwaaaaak!”
“Your leg is broken. Are you giving up?”
The interviewer’s question made him gasp for breath from inside his protective helmet, as if he was enduring the pain.
“I will not!”
That author passed.
There was only one criterion for this test.
