The Crazy Villain Regains His Sanity

Episode 342

James Reed and his friends looked at the numbers written on the document with serious expressions.

Although it was only summarized on a single piece of paper, the aftermath was by no means light.

“Is this possible for humans?”

“I thought it was wrong. “I never thought a person could have this much power.”

“I know that I hunted Plus Plus level monsters, but to have this much power in a real human body…” A

power beyond imagination was coiled around the human body.

The strength of the body was also at a level that far exceeded human limits.

In all aspects of elasticity, strength and recovery, they were superior to the point where it was embarrassing to compare the level of the awakened person.

Even though the object of comparison here was a superhuman.

In a place of admiration and astonishment, Eric Clarkson looked at James Reed and asked:

“How do you see James?”

“….”

“James?”

“Oh sorry. The numbers are so shocking. “What did you say?”

“I’m curious how you see.”

“Oh, that? It’s embarrassing to even be compared. “I thought that even if I couldn’t match it to anything else, my physical abilities could be comparable to some extent.”

The standard that Choi Jun-ho was directly compared to was none other than James Reed.

I thought that if I were a macho man who was ranked among the top among superhumans and had the highest level of physical ability, I would be comparable to some extent.

At least to some extent.

Now that thought has been shattered.

“At this level, you can no longer be considered human.”

“That’s right, we shouldn’t compare ourselves to humans.”

“Physical strength, once revealed, can be seen as at least a plus level. “Can you compare it to the sandworm or black griffin that appeared last time?”

“The amount of force is much higher than that, and the number of gifts in possession is much higher.”

“Combat intelligence cannot be left out here. “Head Breaker’s greatest strength is not his body or force, but his combat intelligence.”

Although combat intelligence can be quantified, there is still a question mark as to whether it has a specific effect.

No matter how powerful your physical ability is, if you don’t utilize it properly, you’re in vain.

The more monsters know how to use them properly, the more the difficulty increases exponentially.

“Do you have monster-level physical abilities, a variety of gifts with force that surpasses that, and combat intelligence that can lead you to victory in any situation?”

“….”

The moment the listed items were summarized and mentioned, a thick silence fell in the hall.

No matter how many times I say it, these are unrivaled numbers.

Eric Clarkson groaned.

“It’s a good thing I didn’t say I was going to face a head breaker.”

“It is reckless to still doubt its power and try to deal with it.”

“I agree.”

What I felt after seeing the numbers organized was that Choi Jun-ho should never be turned into an enemy.

It was the moment when an implicit agreement was reached.

* * *

The contents of my analysis were also in my hands.

The object of comparison is Jolaman.

Although he may seem insignificant in my eyes, he is renowned for his skills among superhumans, so I can see where I have reached compared to high-ranking superhumans.

“It’s amazing to see it like this.”

What is clear is that it is an unrivaled figure among superhumans. There was also a comparison with monsters, but it felt like it was more appropriate to compare them to monsters rather than humans.

I felt like I was becoming more and more distant from being human, but it doesn’t really matter as long as I don’t lose my human identity.

It’s like I’m aware that I’m normal and I’m alert to not go crazy.

[This is already a long way from normal.]

“Why are you fighting again?”

[just. So, can I just give away this important information?]

“What information?”

[It’s information about you. It will be known specifically how strong you are, so wouldn’t those who want to oppose you be able to prepare?]

In the past, I had similar thoughts.

No, I should say it was just a while ago.

But now, a lot has changed.

“If you can prepare, try it.”

[What?]

“This information may or may not be leaked, but it doesn’t really matter if it does. Because when they see these numbers, they don’t dare to deal with me.”

[Is that really true?]

“You can’t even think about dealing with a Shinsu, but you can deal with me who hunted a Shinsu?”

[….]

Yongyong seemed to be in a bad mood, perhaps because he said I had hunted a divine beast.

“If anything, it would be better for me if they all came out. If you have a seizure like you sprayed medicine on, you can just sweep it away. “You have to clean it up regularly to keep the world clean.”

[Maybe there will be a way to attack you?]

“That could be possible.”

But there is one more thing to keep in mind.

“Why do you think I will remain stagnant? “I intend to become stronger than I am now and I will continue to become stronger in the future.”

If you just stop and enjoy it with all your might, you can disappear.

I have no intention of doing that.

[You have great confidence.]

You shouldn’t tackle something like that without being prepared. It would be incredible arrogance to think that you could deal with me simply based on those numbers alone. Because I can exert more power when I use gifts than numbers.

I think I answered enough, but Yongyong seems to have more to say.

“You go away for a while.”

[Huh, why?]

“I have something to think about, but it’s distracting.”

[Now wait a minute! Wow!]

After pushing Yongyong away, I gathered my thoughts.

The main content was separation from the gift. As I heard in my conversation with Zolaman, the longer a gift and bond lasts, the greater the impact it will have.

The important thing here is that when I remove the gift, I will not die.

Not dying is the important thing.

So, if enough research is done and I am mentally prepared, the hematoma can be removed.

However, in that case, there is a high probability that blood feeding will also disappear.

As it is a gift that has been with me for a long time, I had no choice but to be cautious about losing my blood supply.

“If you gain one, you lose one.”

It was an unchanging truth.

* * *

The arrival of the Jolaman and the Doctors had quite a significant impact on Korea.

Starting from what I had prepared for Korea University in advance, I began to absorb not only Zolaman and his friends, but also the high-quality human resources that existed in Korea.

This is for smooth research and also for nurturing high-quality human resources.

I didn’t know that they were going to make the poor people into graduate students, but they would choose to mass-produce graduate students under them.

They’re saying they’re the only ones who won’t die.

“Korea has a high level of education and many talented people! “It would be wrong not to utilize this great human resource!”

Meanwhile, Zola Man absorbed people like a black hole.

People joined the company helplessly, not knowing that they were becoming graduate students disguised as researchers.

I decided not to worry about it because all I had to do was get the results I wanted.

While the foundation of the research institute was being built, Zola Man often came to the training room.

It’s for sparring with Berserker.

The gap between the two, who had been the best just a few years ago, has widened further than expected.

It held on for a while before collapsing, but both Berserker and Zolaman were smiling in satisfaction.

“Rather good! I’m so excited! “You can challenge yourself to your heart’s content!”

“Keukeu, I’m always welcome to meet someone who has good taste.”

You two get along so well.

Is it because I measured the numbers several times and received the data?

Unlike Berserker, who relies entirely on instinct, Zolaman was seen fighting with several layers of a mask of reason.

I thought I was slow to react because I was thinking too much, but that wasn’t the case. I just wasn’t born with a fighting sense. Zolaman is the type of person who fights by supplementing his lack of combat sense with materials.

You can see that he was desperately trying to overcome his weaknesses.

“That’s fun.”

I felt like my horizons had expanded twice just by encountering something new. Berserker’s senses, stimulated by watching Zola Man adapt quickly, are becoming sharper.

After all, it is best to push a smart guy without giving him time to use his brain.

“You guys are playing well. Have fun.”

[You’re not doing it because you’re jealous?]

“Not really.”

[I’m jealous.]

After Yongyong teased me, I stared at the fight scene between the two.

While both are stimulated by each other. Sometimes we are ahead and sometimes we are behind.

Such relationships are called rivals.

The relationship between Jeong Da-hyeon and Lee Se-hee could be defined this way.

So who is my rival?

Self-proclaimed god? Or Yongyong? Or a hematoma?

These are all combinations that don’t taste good.

“Even if we give each other information like that, if it goes wrong, it will only become a weakness.”

I gave up watching the fight further and turned around to leave.

[Being grumpy.]

* * *

Jin Se-jeong, who had been called to the Blue House, was looking around with a somewhat bewildered expression.

I have visited the Blue House several times, but this was the first time I was called as suddenly as today.

They say it’s urgent. What is it? While all kinds of thoughts were running around in my head, Cheon Myeong-guk appeared.

“I’m sorry for inviting you so suddenly. “I have urgent business.”

“Oh no. If there is anything urgent, you should call. Please feel free to call me.”

“You shouldn’t do that unless it’s really urgent. Anyway, I feel at ease knowing that you understand.”

“So what does it mean to be urgent?”

“I was already going to tell you. Well, not long ago, when I invited Berserker, I got to meet Choi Jun-ho alone. “I had a story to tell you, and there was also something Choin Choi Jun-ho asked me to do.”

“yes.”

“Choi Jun-ho’s request was to find out the identity of a malicious commenter.”

Alas, the anxious thoughts did not go astray.

No matter what, you ask the president of a country to find malicious commenters.

Choi Jun-ho was great, and President Cheon Myeong-guk, who accepted it, was also great.

No, it’s probably possible because it’s Choi Jun-ho.

And it would be a piece of cake to figure out the identity of malicious commenters with the power of the state.

The next words struck a chord.

“The identity of that malicious commenter was Mr. Berserker. “Did the team leader know?”

“…yes.”

“We must inform Superin Choi Junho of this fact. But I didn’t know what would happen if I delivered it right away, so I invited the team leader.”

All kinds of imaginations filled my mind.

The way it unfolded varied, but the ending was the same.

Berserker will never be safe.

“You definitely have to deliver it, right?”

“Since this is a request from Superhuman Choi Jun-ho, you must not refuse it.”

“I see.”

“What do you think will happen if you convey this fact?”

“The best case is that it passes without incident, and the worst case scenario is that we cannot guarantee your life, Berserker.”

“It appears that both sides’ expectations are not very wrong.”

I have similar thoughts as the president. Doesn’t that sound more gloomy?

The president’s advantage is that he can predict the future with a simulation gift.

If he said it, it meant that it was a future that would definitely happen.

“Then we have no choice but to talk properly. “Can you help me too, team leader?”

“How may I help you?”

“I need someone to help me with anything right now.”

“…yes.”

I wanted to run away, but I had to do what I could to minimize the damage.

Jin Se-jeong answered with a determined expression.

After a while, Choi Jun-ho, who had received a call from the President, appeared.

It’s the worst.

Unfortunately, he seemed uneasy today. Is it right to talk in this atmosphere?

The president must have noticed this, too, as a look of frustration crossed his face.

“We have identified the identity of the malicious commenter who asked us to look into it the other day.”

“is it so?”

“yes.”

“I wonder who it is.”

“So…”

The President hesitated for a moment and began speaking with difficulty.

“…The identity of the malicious commenter is Mr. Berserker.”

Finally, the identity of the malicious commenter became known to Choi Jun-ho.

Jin Se-jeong closed his eyes tightly.

But there is no reaction from Choi Jun-ho.

She gently opened her eyes and looked at Choi Jun-ho’s expression. His expression remained in an ambiguous state.

After a moment, his mouth opened.