Chapter 121

No way?! 

The frying pan, who understood the meaning of the action, said in amazement. = Agent! Wait. Are you sure you want to get your hands on it? = 

“Uh.” 

= DANGEROUS! If that sword is similar to mine…= 

Until recently, even the frying pan himself was able to control Minjun’s mind, even if only slightly. Knowing this, he deterred the agent. The sword, which had the ability to brainwash a single individual, was naturally considered to be more dangerous. = What if I am brainwashed by any chance? There’s always a possibility! = 

However, Minjun was feeling a certain concept emerging in his head. It moved quietly and heavily. It was something different from the certainty and the anticipation. At that moment, as if resisting, another impulse struck him in the temple.

Thud! Thud! Thud! If this was a fragment of Asif-1, it must be submitted to the committee. Do not do useless things. Suppress impulsive behavior… Must be submitted… Urgent report request. report. to the committee… Whoops! He spits out in a low-pitched voice. 

“···Shut up!” The maxim that was suppressed as if by tying a limb, the voice that seemed to burst the veins of the whole body decreased. 

Paah! A bright light erupted from him. A very short flash of light. The police also saw it, and they, who had already been hardened like stones, could not even breathe properly. 

In that state, Minjun grabbed the handle of the sword. Whoa! Whoa!

‘It’s a chance!’ Black was excited. ‘I got it!’ 

The moment his body touched, Blade desperately tried to brainwash Minjun. After taking control of the agent’s mind, he planned to escape by slashing the twenty-nine legislators. According to a person with foresight, the authors were the seeds that would lead to the tragic destruction of more than half of the human population in this country, downgrading them to poverty, and futile death in the future. It was also a backbone to support future criminals who would carry out harsh terrorism against extraterrestrial races. It didn’t matter whether the pride in the heart was good or bad. The consequences of their actions were important. They would soon lead many to unhappiness. 

‘No reaction?!’ 

The agent’s body did not move. While Blade was confused, Minjun’s lips opened and a voice came out. “···Right.” 

Hearing this, the frying pan felt awkward and familiar at the same time. He had a sense of touching the surface of his mind and the deeper parts together. His tone was like a different person from the Minjun he had known until now. However, ironically, the frying pan thought that he had known the stranger for a very long time. 

= You …? = 

The ego sword felt the spirit of Minjun holding his handle. Great, great spirit. In addition to this, he had been engulfed in a sense of unity for an unknown reason. ‘Wait, homogeneity?’ 

It was not exactly the same. However, something was similar. “··········!” 

Minjun concentrated on the sense that was filling up inside. A heavy flow filled the void and made a sound. The memories that were fragmented like sprouts sprouting from dry branches were connected. The dusty miraculous deposits writhe and twist, mixing the old with the new. Blade, unable to bear his impatience, asked. = Why doesn’t it work? For you?!= And…

= Why am I feeling this familiar feeling to you? = 

Minjun looked at the two ‘shards’ in his hands. To this day, he had been thinking vaguely. When the pieces meet, they would automatically recognize each other and feel a sense of unity. Because of this, he expected that he would be able to confirm the identity of the fragments. 

And so, he grabbed a frying pan and went looking for what was supposed to be another piece of debris. As a result, his guess was wrong, but his actions proved to be right. The point was not that the two fragments met. It was the part where the pieces were collected by whom and in whose hands they were put together. 

He then recalled an old question. Why did the committee place such a high bounty on the fragments of Asif-1? How many shards were scattered throughout the dimension? Would the committee pay the same bounty to all inmates no matter how many fragments they found? 

‘It was all useless questions,’ because he was not going to return these to anyone. 

Paah! Once again a beautiful light began to scatter. The sword and frying pan, which could not affect each other simply by narrowing the distance, were now resonating. It was Minjun who had become the medium. The fragments recognized each other the moment they were connected through Minjun’s body.

He said to the frying pan. “You once left a footprint in my mind. It’s all filled up now, but it was wrong to leave a mark even for a moment. In the first place, you… you can’t do that to me. I was born that way in the first place.” 

Still, it stung for a while. “Even I forgot that fact, so I was able to do that for a short time, even on a limited basis.” 

A pause ensued. “It was wrong. I’ve fixed it now. So from now on, none of you can leave a fingerprint on my mind.” 

At this, Minjun began to explain why. “Because I…” 

At this, the two fragments waited for the next word of the other person with quiet anticipation in rigidity. 

*** 

Gadwick waited nervously, with dizzying concern, for his superior’s next words. “I see, Gadwick. So it’s not allowed.”

“Thank you, Commissioner.” 

Gadwick had then reported the agenda to a member of the carbide-born member of his family and had stopped by to ask for approval. Fortunately, his suggestion was accepted. “We will prepare an intensive tax investigation against Asif-666 immediately.” ”

This decision would be specifically coordinated at the Commission’s headquarters and then forwarded to the Tax Collection Command. Instead of answering, the Great Commissioner pats the brown fur covering his body. ‘Hey, it worked out.’ 

Gadwick just felt a little bit of tension. It was always cautious to stand in front of the delegates. Even less so were those who were classified as those who had awakened again. In the distant ancient times, those who endured a deep and long sleep that began with the determination of all races. 

As such, there were living witnesses of history who had awakened again after a long time. After returning to modern times, there were great people who became the roots of the committee and established the method of mining talents. Gadwick had one of them in front of him. 

“By the way…” Gadwick, who was about to give an example and retreat, suddenly asked. It was a question he had been wondering for a long time. “Is there any other agenda that I have posted…?”

The members clearly expressed their will with gestures. He refused and meant not to bring the story up again. “A suggestion to summon Asif-666 to the central dimension? There are still delegates who are strongly opposed to that.” He was talking about Endelion. “And, as you know, if it’s a tax audit… Relocation-related matters require the resolution of the High Commissioner.” 

At this, Carbite carefully recited what he had been thinking about. “Honestly, there are parts that I don’t quite understand. May I ask?” 

“I’ll allow it.” 

“Asif-666’s severance pay is over 5 million Talents.” 

“To be exact, 5,124,990 Talents.” Gadwick was surprised that his opponent accurately remembered the prisoner’s severance pay down to the smallest detail. 

Due to this, the suspicion deepened. “You must have committed a dangerous crime because the amount was large?” 

At this, the delegate silently urges the next statement. “Even though it was only 800 years ago, all related records have been deleted, so I can’t even guess what the crime was… Wouldn’t it be dangerous to let such a person continue to wander around? Even the labor reform period is too long.” 

So far, no one had worked under the same prisoner identification number for more than 800 years. With the exception of Asif-666, whether the original race was short-lived or long-lived

“…” The commissioner, who looked at him carefully as he expressed his doubts, said: “I know what your concerns are. That concern seems to have grown because we don’t know what Asif-666’s crime is.” 

The middle executive agreed. Much information about Asif-666, like other inmates, had been veiled. However, it was also very serious. The delegate then asked, “Who is the most heinous criminal you know? Whether you survive or not…” 

It was a question anyone could answer. “Isn’t that Asif-1?” 

“Right. What was his crime?” 

“It was terrorism.”

The worst terrorist in history the Commission had ever experienced. The person who left a huge shock and horror in the minds of everyone who remembered him: The first prisoner. “Then what was Asif-1 trying to commit the terror against?” 

“It’s a committee.” 

“That’s not a wrong answer, but it’s not a good enough answer either.” 

“····?!” 

The deputy commissioner corrected the fact that many people misunderstood. “The target he was aiming for was ‘everyone’.” 

The word “everyone” in the official language of the committee could be interpreted in many ways. This was because the range the word referred to was literally… too wide. 

Carbite asked, “All of us, are you talking about all the ancient races?” There was an indescribable trembling in those words. If this conjecture was true, Asif-1 harbored an absurd delusion. No matter how great and powerful a terrorist was, he could not have such a capability. Literally, unless one was someone who was close to omnipotence… 

However, the following words of the Great Commissioner were enough to make him stunned. “No. Literally, everyone.” 

“·······?!”

“Asif-1 tried to bring us all back to nothing.” 

“Chief Commissioner, are you sure that what you are referring to now is all the creatures of the dimensional world?” 

“Don’t limit your imagination to creatures.” 

At this, Gadwick felt the air cool. “Such terrorism is impossible!” 

“I will defer the evaluation of your feelings, judgments, and the limits of your imagination. In any case, Asif-1’s target for terrorism was literally anything that existed in the real world.” 

The delegate swallowed the following words: Strictly speaking, everything that Asif-1 had judged to be false was a target of terrorism, but from the point of view of one such as Carbite, replacing it with all existences in the whole dimension would not make much difference. “Criminals who intend to commit such heinous crimes and try to realize them are also disclosed with a limited number of charges. But Asif-666… The crime is completely hidden. What do you think is the reason?” 

The middle executive responds after a lot of thought. “Is it because he committed a more heinous crime than Asif-1?” 

“It’s even more heinous… it’s vague to express it. Determining the degree of evil is an important factor in determining severance pay, but it does not have a decisive effect on disclosing or hiding criminal charges.” 

The Great Commissioner gave his subordinates another chance.

“Now, let’s think about it one more time. Why not disclose it? Focus on the essence of the question.” Gadwick soon came up with the answer. “Is it because the moment the crime becomes known to others, it may bring new danger?” 

“Exactly.” 

The commissioner thought for a moment and then said: “People often get it wrong. This is because prisoners are numbered in the order of their arrest. So, when comparing Asif-1 and Asif-666, it is easy to mistake the former for being older. However, this is not the case. Cause and causation cannot be reversed.” 

“Is it causal…?” 

“Anyway, you will soon be promoted to Evanjul, so let me tell you his secret this time.” 

Gadwick felt his ears widen. The commissioner just announced. He had said he would soon be promoted to the next level. There was no way for the being who had risen to that position to be overturned as long as it had made a promise. Carbite felt his chest rise. 

To such a person, a great fellow who had existed since the distant past spoke. “Asif-666’s sin is…”

He then told the secret in a calm tone. “It created the worst criminals ever.” 

*** 

Minjun spoke to the two fragments in his hand. He then seemed to fill a distant gap. “Because I made you… you.”