Ubermensch – Chapter 112

Chapter 112

Seo Yeonhee checked the contents of the USB.

“…”

It wasn’t a very long document. Rather, the data was fragmented and confusing, making it take longer to read than the volume would suggest.

After reviewing everything, Seo Yeonhee stood up.

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“You’re saying the National Intelligence Service approached you with a deal?”

Yekaterina had an intrigued look on her face.

“…So, did you accept the deal?”

“Yes.”

Seo Yeonhee spoke as if it were obvious.

Yekaterina laughed and said,

“And then you came to me?”

“They approached you with that in mind, didn’t they?”

There were two types of intelligence agents.

One was White. An intelligence agent who informs and uses the other party. The other was Black. An intelligence agent who uses the other party secretly.

Seo Yeonhee was a person who lacked credibility to be used as a Black agent. She had little patriotism and little loyalty to keep secrets.

She was the type of person who could only handle simple and clear deals, not long-term secret missions.

Nevertheless, the fact that they approached her meant… that they approached her to use her as a White agent.

“Now, we have to deal with the two countries not as agencies under South Korea, but as foreign countries.”

Rather than Seo Yeonhee herself carrying out some kind of operation, it was meant to be an unofficial dialogue line in the form of intelligence, to see if they could create one.

She was like a diplomat.

If the other party was an unknown entity, unsure if they would play Baduk or Alkkagi, they definitely needed to set the rules and start the game.

Seo Yeonhee was that rule.

When they wanted to consult with South Korea before making any decision. If they subtly passed information to Seo Yeonhee, South Korea would be able to respond in some form.

Conversely, for South Korea, it could be a channel for conveying information that they wanted to convey while keeping it confidential externally.

“They must have given you information about for that reason too.”

As an example of that, there was the information Seo Yeonhee received as compensation. Information about , which might be the countermeasure against the Laughing God.

If they were to fight the Laughing God, Mason and Yekaterina’s raid teams would surely be at the forefront.

Then, knowing information about the Laughing God would be a stepping stone for the strategy.

However, they couldn’t officially disclose sensitive and dangerous classified information that could be abused for human brainwashing. As the National Intelligence Service agent said, its mere existence could be problematic.

They used Seo Yeonhee as a route to keep her mouth shut while being able to give her information.

“Will you share it with me?”

“Sure.”

Seo Yeonhee held out the USB to Yekaterina.

Yekaterina made an intrigued expression.

When handling classified information, it wasn’t uncommon to use a device specifically for classified information. Special equipment with limited access locations or a function to transmit the access location.

This USB was a regular, commercially available USB.

It was proof that Seo Yeonhee was a White agent.

“Okay. I understand your position, Seo Yeonhee. But… there’s one thing I want to know.”

“You’re asking which side I’ll take if a rift occurs, right?”

“Yes.”

South Korea or Mason.

Yekaterina’s question seemed meaningless at first glance.

Because she could lie.

“Of course, I…”

However, that’s why the question was meaningful.

It was also an opportunity to tell the truth.

“I’m a friend of the person who didn’t give up on me even when I gave up on myself.”

Seo Yeonhee was sincere.

Yekaterina smiled.

Mason could earn Seo Yeonhee’s sincerity, something a seasoned strategist like Yekaterina could never achieve. It was because he treated people sincerely.

“Seo Yeonhee.”

“Yes.”

“Please protect Mason.”

Yekaterina spoke in a calm voice.

“From the role of savior. From the position of king of North Korea. You have to protect Mason himself. So that the things he has to do don’t erode his humanity. Mason, worn down by human expectations and greed, will eventually become nothing more than a lump of power and authority.”

“Is that from experience?”

“Yes.”

Yekaterina made a bitter expression.

“It’s the story of my biggest failure in life.”

“I see.”

Seo Yeonhee nodded.

“For a friend.”

Thanks to that, Yekaterina realized that she had gained one of the most reliable comrades to stand by Mason’s side.

From the once most troublesome enemy…

“But, let me make one thing clear.”

“What is it?”

“The Laughing God.”

Seo Yeonhee spoke in a calm voice.

“If it’s for the chance to kill the Laughing God, I might disregard my friendship with Mason.”

“That won’t happen. Helping Mason will be the fastest way.”

“I think so too. But… I wanted to tell you beforehand, Yekaterina. Because I want us to be honest with each other.”

Seo Yeonhee smiled wryly.

“I realized how fatal it is when you lie, Yekaterina.”

“Seo Yeonhee.”

“I know. You lied because you were considerate of me. But…”

Seo Yeonhee trailed off. Because there was still a lump of unresolved emotions within her.

“…Just, you know.”

Seo Yeonhee rose from her seat.

“I’ll come again. As a colleague.”

“I’ll welcome you. As a colleague.”

As Seo Yeonhee went outside, Yekaterina sighed. It wasn’t a sigh of lament. It was a sigh of relief.

‘It’s done.’

As Freyja, the goddess of the Vanir, she could read a person’s fate. If Mason was the scorching sun that covered all creation, Seo Yeonhee was the gentle moon shining in the night sky.

Seo Yeonhee was Mason’s opposite. Regardless of the strength of their power, she was a fateful being who could completely destroy him.

The fact that such a person became a colleague brought a sense of reassurance beyond mere competence.

“Now, I have to protect Mason…”

Now there was only one thing left. There was only one thing that could completely destroy Mason.

“…from his worshippers.”

To prevent him from becoming like the other god she killed with her own hands.

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“You’re saying the Korean government sent you classified information?”

At Mason’s question, Yekaterina nodded.

“Yes.”

It wasn’t a lie. Although some of the process was omitted.

“I’d like you to review this technology, Mason.”

“To call it a review…”

Mason tilted his head.

“This is telepathy.”

Telepathy was the common language in his time.

This data was research dealing with the basics of telepathy.

After reading the data for a bit, Mason was impressed.

“Oh. I see. So telepathy can be used this way too…”

Mason only knew the completed form of the technology. He didn’t know much about its derivatives or applications. Because he had knowledge but lacked wisdom.

“Wait, isn’t this Lady Secret?”

“…You didn’t read the report title, Mason.”

“Yeah…”

Mason made an embarrassed expression.

“But why Lady Secret?”

“She’s humanity’s first . She’s the person who laid the foundation for mental research, including telepathy.”

Mason scratched his head.

“I forgot about that. I’ve been so busy lately…”

Mason continued reading the report.

“Using telepathy as a mental barrier. That’s an interesting approach.”

“Do you think it’s possible?”

“It might be possible, but I don’t know if others besides me can do it.”

“We’ll have to make them able to.”

“Which research institute is in charge of this?”

“It’s a secret research facility.”

“Let’s go talk to them. I’ll give them some magical advice.”

“What about the paperwork?”

Mason fell silent.

“You’re trying to avoid paperwork by going with me, aren’t you?”

“Let’s go!”

Yekaterina chuckled.

The National Intelligence Service’s secret research facility was located on the outskirts of Gwangju.

“Shinnyeowon?”

The navigator displayed a name that reeked of a cult.

“It used to be a cult. The National Intelligence Service took it over.”

“You didn’t know?”

“I didn’t. If I had known, I would have taken it myself. The National Intelligence Service hid it well.”

Around Shinnyeowon, people in plain clothes but armed with concealed handguns were standing guard. Regular soldiers. They definitely looked like special forces soldiers.

In a country where there was already a shortage of soldiers, this level of security. It seemed to be considered a very important facility.

As Mason and Yekaterina’s car approached, soldiers dressed as guards blocked the car.

“This is private property. Move your car.”

“Kacha, didn’t you contact them?”

“No.”

When Mason opened the window and showed his face, the people looked at each other.

“…Raid Leader Mason Park?!”

Mason smiled bitterly.

It seemed he had become quite famous.

“Uh… I was referred by the National Intelligence Service…”

They exchanged words with serious expressions.

He was too big of a figure to turn away.

“We’ll contact our superiors and get back to you.”

A moment later, they cleared the way.

“You may pass.”

Mason smiled.

“Being famous has its perks.”

As they entered Shinnyeowon, a man who looked like the head of security walked out. He was a muscular man with a shotgun in his hand.

“Are you Raid Leader Mason Park?”

“And you are?”

Mason tilted his head.

Because he looked familiar.

It wasn’t just Mason. Yekaterina also looked back and forth between the man and Mason.

“Don’t they look alike?”

They had a similar appearance. Or rather, he looked like Mason when his Barbarian state was deactivated.

Mason himself was tilting his head, as if he felt like he had seen the man somewhere before.

“What’s your name, by any chance…?”

“My name, sir?”

The man with the shotgun asked with a puzzled expression.

“Why are you curious about that?”

“I was wondering if it’s a name I know.”

“Park Sungmin. I’m Park Sungmin, the director of Shinnyeowon.”

“Huh?”

Mason was flustered.

“…Ancestor?”

“…Excuse me?”

“Why are you here? Not at MIT?”

Park Sungmin had a confused look on his face.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but…”

Yekaterina also had an expression asking for an explanation.

“Dr. Park Sungmin. A pioneer in neuroscience and mental research, a Nobel laureate, and a pioneer in academia.”

Mason said.

“He’s the founder of our Massachusetts Park family.”