41. Beyond limits
“Pig tastes best when it is grilled thoroughly.”
The Panther manager’s philosophy was excellent.
He picked up a piece of grilled meat, pinched a pinch of salt, and put it in his mouth.
Take a look.
The fat from the pork belly chewed by my molars swirled around my mouth.
The harmony of meat and fat stimulated my brain.
“delicious.”
My mouth opened without realizing it.
“Our Gwangik knows something.”
The panda assistant manager responded to the sincere reaction.
I rolled up the bomb liquor and handed it to my teammate.
The dinner party was quiet.
Those gathered are those with immortal blood.
Even if you speak softly, they listen well.
As a result, it felt like a group prayer meeting rather than a group dinner.
gulp.
A sip of wheat with the remaining juice in your mouth.
Wow, isn’t this the taste?
The team leader saw this and muttered to himself, “f*ck you,” and took a drink himself.
Tuk.
The gunner hit my arm.
Give her a bomb.
I also roll it up and have a drink again.
The team leader saw that and had another drink.
“Do you want to eat yellowtail sashimi?”
Deputy Panda said from the side.
“Good.”
It wasn’t just pork belly.
I joined the company in late summer, spent fall, and in December, the year is coming to an end. So, yellowtail is in season now. Our boss also provided yellowtail sashimi and various raw fish.
“Here you go.”
Assistant Manager Panda raised his hand towards the employee sitting inside.
Soon, a plate of sashimi sliced to the thickness of a finger was placed on our table.
I picked up two pieces of yellowtail sashimi with chopsticks, placed them on top of lettuce, wrapped them with a little bit of makjang and a piece of sliced garlic, and ate them.
The combination of the fish’s unique oil and stickiness made me do a tap dance in my mouth.
Eat and drink.
For immortals, sensitive senses were both a blessing and a curse.
A keen sense of taste makes most immortals gourmets. Therefore, they hate tasteless food and love delicious food to the point of selling their souls.
For that reason, the Immortal cafeteria was so good that it would not be outdone even if nearby restaurants had Avengers members.
All of the cafeteria staff came out to say it was a company dinner.
Even the ssamjang was perfect.
It’s all handmade.
If you drink the golden ratio bomb liquor I made there.
This is the taste of heaven.
“Banpoon, drink in moderation.”
The team leader said, breaking his glass.
No matter how many drinks you’ve had, you’ve already broken them.
“yes.”
I answered.
“You had eight drinks, half a pint.”
Has it already happened like that?
But why am I okay?
I’ve never drank this much before.
My mother said that if the transformation blood was properly connected, the body would reject medicine.
Therefore, shapeshifters cannot get drunk on alcohol, which is weaker than medicine.
This is because they are people who are drunk on instinct and make mistakes, but are not mentally or physically weak due to drinking.
But during orientation, I was already drugged.
I thought it was because I was mixed race.
I’m not drunk again.
It wasn’t even funny.
It feels like drinking a moderately bitter drink that goes well with meat and yellowtail sashimi.
No, I think I feel a little better.
What’s the fun of drinking if you don’t get drunk at all?
“If you make a mistake while drinking, I will kill you.”
The team leader said.
I answered roughly and drank more.
After drinking three or four more drinks, the team leader stopped.
“One more drink.”
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The shooter, who was enamored with the golden ratio beer made by a bartender named me, drank a few more drinks, then leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and muttered.
“I’m going to kill them all.”
Ai, I’m surprised. kill something
I looked at the shooter in surprise.
“It’s a drinking habit.”
said Assistant Manager Panda, who was busy grilling meat.
“Is this what happens when you drink alcohol?
“All that comes out of your mouth is sleep talk and your drinking habit is sleeping. You wake up when it’s time to go, so leave it alone.”
Saying that, the Panther manager also ate five pieces of defense in one go.
You eat well.
I guess he doesn’t enjoy drinking because he only drinks alcohol to relieve his thirst.
Assistant Manager Panda said as he placed the meat on the team leader’s plate.
“Team leader, will I be able to meet a woman next year?”
“Am I a fortune teller?”
The team leader isn’t the only one being harsh to me.
“Can’t you just say something nice?”
“Meet anyone.”
“You don’t seem sincere.”
“What did you want?”
Munching.
What I grilled this time was Jeongjeongsal.
Putting three pieces in your mouth at once and chewing them also tastes great.
I don’t know where it came from, but the quality of the meat was excellent.
The Panda assistant manager continued to ask trivial questions.
Should I go on a diet or not?
Will I see the line next year or not?
Should I buy stocks or not?
Well, why are there so many worries?
Meanwhile, the leader of the external security team came and went briefly.
“Let’s have a drink.”
“hate.”
He suddenly came and asked, and when the team leader said no, he coolly filled his own glass and drank.
Team 2 leader, who ate the bomb liquor I made, frowned and then said.
“It’s delicious.”
Why does this guy frown when he says something good?
As I continued to drink, I also became moderately drunk.
My cheeks are hot.
Still, there won’t be a hangover.
There is no such thing as a hangover for immortals.
Alcohol, specifically ethanol, is a type of toxin.
Alcohol that is absorbed from the stomach and goes to the liver is classified as a toxin and is excreted.
Our body breaks down ethanol into acetaldehyde, and another enzyme breaks down acetaldehyde into acetic acid.
There is a process in which the decomposed acetic acid is excreted out of the body.
It’s like urine or sweat.
If this excretion process goes smoothly, there is no hangover.
Conversely, if acetaldehyde remains in the body, it will result in a hangover.
An immortal body undergoes this decomposition process quickly.
So you can enjoy the feeling of being drunk, but without a hangover.
This is a body that lovers all over the world would envy.
But the tutor taught me everything.
I didn’t learn this at the company, but from a natural tutor.
“The first thing is to know your body well.”
The tutor lived by those words.
As soon as I got a little drunk, my heart started pounding. The adult beverages I had consumed so far warmed my blood.
A louder noise than before filled the cafeteria.
Since there are only so many people gathered, even if they say a word while drunk, the market becomes bottomless.
Everyone chatted happily without complaint, perhaps because their nerves had become dull after drinking.
“That’s not true, kid.”
“This year is different. The twins are the winners.”
Some people even made vain wishes while they were drunk.
This is also where people live.
Immortals also talk about professional baseball.
“If I weren’t there then, I would have become dog food, right?”
“Stop talking about that. I’m sick of it too.”
I also thought about the memories I had with the Invaders.
I tried to concentrate to hear what they were saying, but if I wasn’t paying attention, I could only hear the noise.
Is this white noise?
As I listened in a daze, several thoughts came to me one after another, along with my racing heart.
Then I made eye contact with the team leader.
“Banpoon, you eyes.”
I became curious again.
How different am I now from when I first joined the team leader?
I looked at the team leader and he started to smile.
There is one reason why the Ugly Duckling Team 3 survived.
Because the team leader’s skills are unrivaled.
Excited.
My heartbeat rings in my ears.
I asked myself.
How much has changed between me when I first jumped at it without knowing anything and who I am now?
I want to try it.
Desire and instinct became a twin horse and heated my blood.
The heated blood, the racing heart, and the wheat I drank without knowing what to do made my mouth move as it pleased.
The content was shocking even to me, but the team leader was not surprised.
“Do you want to have a serious fight with me? Take off your rank insignia.”
If you are not concentrating, it is difficult to hear what someone next to you is saying.
Before I knew it, it was that loud.
To an ordinary person, the noise level of a library is noise pollution to an immortal.
So no one would have heard me.
Except for the panda assistant manager right next to me.
“Are you drunk?”
the assistant manager asked.
“Eh, no.”
I don’t think I’m that drunk.
What’s wrong with saying you want to do what you want?
When I answer, the team leader raises his eyebrows.
“To the training ground in 5 minutes.”
This is the look in their eyes when they see an extremely enjoyable toy. Those eyes that appeared briefly disappeared quickly.
He immediately stood up and moved.
“Are you crazy?”
The panda asked again.
“No. My mind is clear.”
The proof is that the tongue is not twisted.
It’s not crazy. It is certainly. That doesn’t mean I’m drunk.
I’m not that drunk.
I realized once again that drinking this much wasn’t going to do anything to my hair.
I just want to check.
The first time I competed with the team leader, it ended with a few punches.
So what next?
Did I become stronger and endure, or did the team leader look after me?
Where am I now?
The back I saw when I was young was standing alone in front of hundreds of Invaders.
Then what about me?
I wanted to be like that too, but am I on the right track now?
Just getting your whole body bitten by a pack of blind dogs?
Of course, I couldn’t use the power of transformation at that time.
I hid myself. Before I knew it, it had become a habit.
So what will change if we use all of this?
Among the immortals I have ever seen, there is one who is the strongest. I wanted to test myself on him.
“I’ll be back.”
“…Do you have any kind of fighting instinct?”
The assistant manager said while holding the meat tongs and hitting the grill to shake off the oil.
Ah, well. That’s right.
Now that I think about it, it seems like that.
“yes.”
I answered cheerfully and got up.
I guess the impulses and instincts of the shapeshifters are biased in this direction.
The road to meet the team leader was extremely enjoyable.
The restaurant is on the first floor above ground, and the training center is on the first basement level.
I opened the emergency exit door and went down the stairs.
When I arrived at the training site, I saw the team leader. He was leaning his back against the wall and looking at his smartphone screen.
In the darkness, the light from the liquid crystal screen illuminated his face.
You look good.
“Would you like me to turn on the light?”
the team leader asked.
“No need.”
I don’t know how I got this lucky.
I feel like I have inherited my father’s blood and my mother’s blood.
My father is of immortal blood, and this level of darkness was not an obstacle for me.
The team leader took his phone and set it down next to him.
“The sparring before was boring, wasn’t it?”
At that time, I was no match for him.
“come in.”
The team leader said, and I kicked the floor.
The soles of the shoes I usually wear rubbed against the ground and pushed my body away.
In an instant, the team leader’s face enlarged.
I stretched out my left fist.
phut!
There was a sound of air bursting.
The team leader, who had dodged my jab, disappeared.
The immortal vision that pierced the darkness missed the opponent.
It didn’t even hit my senses.
Killing someone at first sight was not something that happened once or twice.
It invigorated the senses of the whole body.
It is ‘concentration’ that I learned from the operation I went out with Jeong Ki-nam.
Your senses expand and you find your partner.
He pulled his right foot back and kicked his left foot like a whip.
Tick.
A low kick grazed the team leader’s collar.
The combination continued.
Jab, straight, hook.
What I have learned since I was young and what I have learned over the years have stuck with me as a team leader.
The team leader avoided.
Tilt your head back and bend it. At the same time, I suddenly felt an ominous feeling and I tilted my head back.
Tick.
pestilence.
Before I knew it, the team leader’s fist was aiming for my chin.
My posture collapsed thanks to dodging the fist extended from below.
I fell backwards, kicked the ground, and kicked a summer salt kick.
Juan!
The half-moon shaped kick also missed.
I sat down again and got into position, but there was no attack from the team leader.
Beyond the darkness, I found the team leader.
does not exist.
Behind. I reflexively used the power of transformation. My body shows explosive strength according to my will.
I swung my elbow back.
Give flesh and strike flesh.
Boom! Wow.
Lightning struck my head.
I was hit on the back and rolled over. Instead, a solid feeling came to her elbows as well.
The team leader’s left arm must have been broken.
I got a feeling. Let’s get our bearings again.
Then keep your distance… … .
Even before I finished thinking.
“I was careless. That.”
The team leader’s voice rang in my ears.
When did you come?
Right next to me, I reflexively raise my knee and he attacks.
I held on by putting strength on my stepping foot.
The team leader stretched out his healthy right fist.
I stretched out my left arm and grabbed it.
Then another attack comes from the other side.
f*ck, that’s your left arm, it’s a broken arm!
The thought was fleeting.
I hit the team leader’s forehead with my head.
Boom! Yep!
I hit my forehead, and a strong shock came from the back of my head.
A thunderbolt struck my head and my vision became dark.
Soon darkness came.
It was a faint.
As I lost consciousness, I had only one thought.
I wonder why I would pass out just by fighting with the team leader.
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“Whew, you bastard.”
Looking at Gwang-ik, who had collapsed, Jung-bong repaired his broken arm.
A terrible pain came over me. Just because you’re an old immortal doesn’t mean you don’t feel pain.
Rather, it makes the senses more detailed and sensitive, not duller.
This is the process of stepping on the land beyond limits.
“Team leader. Does he use ‘that’ too?”
Dong-Hoon came down before I knew it and asked with wide eyes.
Jungbong recalled the fight and answered.
“no.”
“But your arm is broken?”
Breaks Team Leader Lee Jung-bong’s arm with normal immortality level. Dong-Hoon tried to gauge whether that was possible.
This is ridiculous.
“It’s the first time since you.”
“My case is different.”
Yeah, it’s different.
Jungbong thought. I was wondering where this monster could have appeared.
“Just throw that bastard in an empty room in the office building.”
Jungbong said.
On this day, Gwangik stayed out without permission for the first time.
fantasy,
