342. Cleaning
“You look thinner.”
“I have a lot of work to do.”
Kang Purum, who was once an obese immortal, has now become a skinny immortal.
His forearm muscles stood out above his lean arms.
The other researcher supporting me also had a tired complexion. His dark skin tone proved it.
“Do it while taking care of your body.”
“You get what you pay for.”
Kang Purum cut me off.
“They are receiving treatment that is unimaginable in other research facilities. Everyone does this because they like it.”
Surprisingly, Purum was harsh in this regard.
But there are researchers who say this is also attractive.
It’s like lookism.
Of course, I’m not criticizing lookism. I’m telling you, my face doesn’t look bad.
These days, plain-looking guys are more popular.
“… … No way.”
The deputy director shook his head at Purum’s words, and I felt a pang.
It seemed like that was what the devil was saying to me.
“this.”
Purum handed me the item without paying any attention.
I said I made new gear, or more precisely, my own customized gear.
What Purum gave me was a heavy bead.
It’s a little smaller than a baseball, but it’s heavy.
“Put some blood on it. Then throw it.”
There is no lengthy explanation as before.
I did as he said.
He covered it in blood and threw the beads.
The flying sphere hit the wall and bounced off. It curved at a physically impossible angle, then arced into my palm.
oh.
I tried it one more time.
Hmm, exactly, exactly.
It’s a hand bullet that returns automatically.
Looking at its heaviness, I don’t think it will break easily.
However, during this process, I had a vague feeling that something concrete was connected to me.
No, more than that, it felt like this stone friend was trying to dominate me. I felt like my mind was being invaded.
Of course, I won’t be fooled by something like this.
As we look at the blue, he opens his mouth.
“That’s right. It would only work if you were of a certain mental state, but I believed you would be okay.”
When you speak so seriously, it’s hard to even joke around.
I was gently touching the sphere in my hand, and then I suddenly saw my grandfather and tried to apply what I had learned.
Instead of using words, he spoke to the sphere that was stuck to his hand with his muscles.
If you don’t listen, I’ll grab you and break you.
I conveyed my intentions. It wasn’t that difficult.
Because deciding to convey that momentum is similar to intentionally exuding wild killing intent.
And it worked.
It was a very good meal.
“It was made by fixing the form of adamantium on a rock weed that follows you when you drink human blood in another world. Since it requires psionic energy, I also split a sapstone and inserted it. It might be too difficult to control, but if you touch it often and let your energy become accustomed to it, it will get better.”
Although Purum continued to explain, I listened to it with one ear and let it go out the other.
I’m already used to it.
Moreover, I knew everything I needed.
If you throw it, it comes back.
“And that was just for fun.”
Purum says the gift he prepared wasn’t just a hand bullet or something.
Yeah, it’s a shame to call them ready for second gear and then end it with just a rock.
Compared to the impact, this rock was a toy.
It’s not very efficient to go to all this trouble to try to destroy people’s minds.
After that, I was speechless when I saw the thing that Purum took out.
“This crazy kid.”
And sent rave reviews.
“This is 1 trillion.”
There were ten people in the group, including a dishonorable discharged soldier, an illegal alien from Pakistan, and a mixed-race immortal.
I passed the second interview.
“You said I’d know when I got through it, but I have no idea.”
One of the crew members spoke up.
She is a woman with a bloodshot eye.
Even though it hit over the protective gear, it still looks like that.
“Do you pass in order of the most hits?”
This is the crew member who broke his arm. He received treatment right away and now appears to have no problem moving.
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Rapid regeneration treatment.
Medical equipment and medical staff that only the wealthy can see were deployed, which cost a huge amount of money.
Even if you have no concept of money, this might feel a bit excessive.
So you could see how much weight NS put on this.
Anyway, what the crew member with the broken arm said made sense.
Most of them are either broken or unconscious in one place.
“I finished it the way I did.”
The half-blood immortal blurts out:
He showed great skill. He ducked and dodged, and held on. He was only knocked out by one blow.
“It doesn’t seem like they were chosen in order of physical strength.”
He continued.
This is what he said while looking at one of the assistants.
One of the group members was an old man who looked to be well over sixty.
This body is not in good condition either. The ribs are out and the body is wearing a brace.
Even though he underwent rapid regeneration treatment, he is still in pain and is breathing hard.
The man, who was a sergeant, took a quiet breath while observing his crew and the current situation.
As soon as the interview was over, I was dragged here.
I just couldn’t give up, so I held on and held on.
No matter what happens next, you survive.
Just thinking about that alone is overwhelming. I didn’t have time to worry about anything else.
Soon, someone approached those whose names had been called to group 1.
He was the interviewer.
The sergeant remembered his figure. He was the type of man who had beaten him up so well.
“No one harbors ill feelings about the interview, right? If so, that’s problematic.”
The interviewers had all their faces covered. Soon, the face of a man with his helmet removed, which was part of his protective gear, was revealed.
Her eyes were neat and her skin was glowing. The sweat dripping down her head made her look like a scene from an advertisement.
In a word, he was a handsome man.
“My name is Park Dae-gi.”
He continued. Everyone looked at his mouth.
The interviewer, who revealed his name, continued to speak.
“I said that because if you harbor ill feelings because of an interview, you’ll want to kill me later. Don’t even think about having feelings. From now on, you are swords. Guns. Weapons. I’m going to turn you into soldiers and combat personnel. Yes.”
While talking, the half-blood immortal raised his hand.
“What happens if I fail the training?”
This is a phrase with the old man’s ribs in mind.
“Oh, I should have done this first. From now on, I am not an interviewer, but an instructor. Regardless of age, I will stop talking. Any objections?”
There is no answer for everyone.
The man, who was now an instructor rather than an interviewer, nodded and opened his mouth.
“Put your hands down, kid. Didn’t I say you could ask questions? Raise your hand one more time and I’ll cut that hand off and shove it down your throat.”
… … .
“What’s the answer?”
“yes.”
“yes.”
“The answer is unified. Yes, in the same beat! Strong and short, answer again.”
“yes!”
A thunderous response followed.
“Are you already worried about being left behind? Did you pass the interview with that kind of mentality? I doubt the qualifications of the interviewer who let you pass. Group 1, number 10, that’s your number. If anyone in this group falls behind, it’s your responsibility from now on. Any objections?”
The half-blood immortal was quick-witted. Instead of raising his hand, he opened his mouth.
The sergeant was quicker than anyone else at reading the mood.
It was natural. It was very similar to the atmosphere of a military training camp.
‘Training camp.’
Only then did he become clear about NS’s criteria for selecting people.
‘The quality of not giving up.’
For a moment, the interviewer’s attitude flashed through my mind. He was consistent.
I harassed him as much as I could.
And if you did the interview like that.
“It would have been fun if we had rebelled.”
The instructor licked his lips. His eyes sparkled like a snake’s.
It was enough to make me look half crazy.
A cold tension, like a bitter winter wind, lingered in the hearts of the ten who passed.
Yes, if you saw the interview like that, the training from now on will be the same. It will be more severe than that, and it won’t get any easier.
That was obvious.
And that prediction was more than accurate.
Park Dae-gi, once a member of the Immortal Special Forces, is an immortal who joined NS after being saved by Gwang-ik.
He looked at his ten crew members and made up his mind.
I will at least convey half of the intensity of training I received.
‘It was hell.’
NS training was like hell, with burning sulfur and thorns enveloping your entire body.
The HR manager said.
Those who have just joined the company must at least do the basics.
And NS’s basics were at a pretty high level.
“Then let’s go for a walk first.”
Park Dae-gi turned around while speaking.
Ten people followed behind him, hesitating.
“Everyone is in sync and their feet are in sync.”
Those who had been following along awkwardly started to move their feet quickly.
Park Dae-gi didn’t really force Oh and Yeol to match the heat.
It will happen naturally as you walk.
The applicants followed in a single line.
Park Dae-gi walked.
The first course is to get to the training ground.
Park Dae-gi did just that.
They had to walk diligently.
From now on, you will have to travel by foot alone, over mountains and rivers, to the training grounds near Lost North.
It won’t be an easy task.
That’s how the training began.
I walk and walk. Except for the time I take to get supplies here and there, I just walk.
There was no rest even after arriving at the training ground.
“Are you just going to lie down and rest? At that time, swing your sword one more time.”
Park Dae-gi drove away the applicants.
Training begins.
Swing swords. Shoot guns. Lift weights, do cardio, and roll like crazy.
Even a sergeant would feel nauseous from overtraining.
It’s not something I can endure at the age of sixty.
But the old man held on.
I held on even though I felt nauseous, my limbs were torn, and my blood vessels were bursting.
Later on, I even became half-conscious.
The half-blood immortal stuck by the old man’s side.
“What is your blood type? Drink it.”
He even cut my wrists and poured the blood into the old man’s mouth.
“Immortal blood. It will awaken your spirit.”
“Thank you.”
“Don’t fall behind. If you fall behind, I might die.”
The sergeant nodded inwardly.
That might be the case.
The instructor who revealed himself as Park Dae-gi was a perverted psychopath.
They were going crazy day after day wanting to kill themselves.
That crazy guy might actually be like that.
“I don’t say anything with my mouth.”
He’s a guy who lives with these words on his lips.
The instructor’s eyes showed joy as he tormented Group 1.
That’s sadism, the sergeant thought.
For now, all that matters is survival.
That doesn’t mean the other assistant instructors are okay.
They were all similar.
Especially in the group of women with faces as icy as ice, there was a wailing sound every day.
Was this called sparring for rehabilitation?
It was a group of men with drawings of dragons and tigers all over their bodies.
There, the sound of crying was heard every other day.
This is hell.
The sergeant held on, even as he thought about it. He held on.
From the beginning, only these great people were gathered together. The effect was certain.
In the end, they endured without falling behind.
It’s hard to even count how much time has passed. It was a time that was harsh on my mind and body.
One day, Instructor Park Dae-gi took out a cigarette in front of me.
“Who wants to smoke?”
Only the half-blood immortals raised their hands.
As he stepped forward, the instructor personally handed him a cigarette and lit it for him.
“How does it taste?”
The instructor raised his voice.
“Yes, I will kill you.”
“Training ends today. Now it’s time to go into actual combat. You won’t make any mistakes, right?”
When he asked the last question, the instructor’s eyes flashed dangerously.
Group 1 answered.
Soon they were given weapons.
A sword, a gun, and even a full-body combat suit.
The sword I received as a melee weapon had a black and thin blade. However, despite its thinness, it felt heavy.
The gun resembled a regular rifle, but had a longer barrel and felt heavier as well.
It’s heavier than a normal rifle, but that’s okay.
During that time, I ran around the mountain like a dog, carrying rifles and knives heavier than this.
“Let’s go.”
Park Dae-gi quickly rose from instructor to team leader.
They became a unit and advanced.
As I put on my helmet, I saw a sensor device in one corner of my vision.
No one was flustered because it had been used many times for training purposes.
Soon things started popping up that could be detected on the radar.
“Enemy detected. Number of entities set.”
Two people on a reconnaissance mission talking.
The three men assigned to the long-range strike mission aim their guns.
“Close range strikes excluded, all forces ready to fire.”
The group leader, Park Dae-gi, speaks. Soon, all the group members raise their guns and aim them.
The enemy soon appeared.
Kurururur!
There were three invaders, one stone beast and one stone beast.
It is a four-legged monster made of stone.
Normally, 5.56mm bullets won’t work. If you were an ordinary person, you’d have to run away the moment you saw it.
These were no ordinary people anymore.
“percussion.”
At the leader’s words, their guns fired.
Holes were pierced through the bodies of the three approaching Stone Beasts.
I felt refreshed when I saw it.
How much time and money was poured into this?
The results were now clearly visible before my eyes.
“Strike Team 1 advances.”
I heard Panda-hyung’s voice.
The operation has begun.
The mission name was cleaning.
