Humanity Protection Company

TL/Editor: raei

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The air twisted viciously. Killing intent manifested into reality.

"The possibility of the chairman's neural connections breaking. The possibility of his spine fracturing, his blood turning to water, his lungs rejecting oxygen, his bioelectricity becoming lightning."

As Yeonwoo chanted, the dice eagerly flung themselves. They rolled so fiercely that a whirring sound could be heard, producing results in a short time.

A mix of busts, failures, and successes. Several threads of probability materialized these possibilities, engulfing the chairman.

The chairman didn't just stand there either. Ignoring defense completely, he spat out words filled with murderous intent.

He didn't bother with defense. There was no need.

Golden light flowed down from the chairman's crown like a wave. The insurance and defenses he had prepared by constantly offering gold instantly restored him.

Moreover, the chairman's attack never even happened. His gaze turned to Golden Omnipotence.

"Not enough to kill him? How much gold have I offered..."

Something was off. Yeonwoo hadn't blocked it with the dice, nor had he resurrected. Was there not enough gold?

"I won't die," Yeonwoo said, maintaining a calm expression as he continued rolling the dice.

He wasn't omnipotent yet. He merely possessed an absolute quality. The absolute law that he would always survive.

The chairman finally realized. Something that even an enormous amount of gold couldn't interfere with. The demon worshipper's hell, the Association President's beauty, Golden Omnipotence's transactions. He said:

"So it wasn't the dice, but survival?"

"Yes. So let's stop this pointless fight and cooperate."

If it was a battle that would only end with one side's death, the ultimate victor would be the one who couldn't die. Yeonwoo was confident.

The chairman chuckled. His wariness eased a bit.

"You reached Level 6 with such a useless ability. Level 6 entities don't die in the first place."

The Association President would be revived by the world if they died. There was no death in hell, and he wouldn't die as long as the gold didn't run out.

"It would have been more threatening if it was the dice."

"I don't think so," Yeonwoo shook his head at that judgment. Thanks to reaching Level 6 with his survival instinct, he had remained himself.

The Artist Association President was obsessed with beauty, collecting artworks like an addict. The worshipper had trapped themselves in hell. They loved humans more than anyone, but their self-loathing for creating a hell that harmed humans was their own hell.

"I'm not obsessed with profit and loss like you. I'm still me."

Those words grated on the chairman's mind. He frowned. His eyes, glowing with golden light, narrowed.

He had already lost much of himself too. He knew his past self was very different from his current self. Sometimes when he recalled the past, it felt like looking at a stranger.

He spoke as if making an excuse:

"Even if I'm contaminated, using Golden Omnipotence and becoming the Club's chairman is profitable enough. Even if I lose my humanity."

Then he immediately glared straight at Yeonwoo.

"And if you're really not contaminated, it means you were an anomalous entity from the start. If anything, I'm more human than you."

"I have a Human Qualification Certificate, so I'm human."

Even though his durability had decreased after his heart stopped once, he was still human for now.

"A real human doesn't need such a certificate- no, why are we talking about this in the middle of a fight?"n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The chairman, briefly caught up in Yeonwoo's words, snapped back to his senses. This was a loss. Time and gold were being wasted meaninglessly.

They started fighting again. Now that they had roughly gauged each other, they changed tactics. A battle between immortal Level 6 entities.

"Spatial containment. Two-dimensional banishment. Dice sealing. Mind control."

"Seal resistance. Just resistance. Persuasion. Move the chairman to the opposite side of Earth. Steal Golden Omnipotence."

The chairman aimed to neutralize Yeonwoo temporarily, while Yeonwoo tried to remove the chairman and use Golden Omnipotence.

The world twisted and shook.

Space closed like a square box, Yeonwoo flew into the second dimension and came back, black threads of probability removed seals, and possibilities that failed and succeeded extended out only to bounce off the building.

Yeonwoo's face scrunched up.

'I'm being pushed back.'

The Club, on war footing, shook off all interference based on their ample gold. On the other hand, Yeonwoo's survival instinct was dull, and the dice produced random results, lowering their output.

At this rate, he couldn't do anything. He had only succeeded in completely destroying the World Alteration Device.

Yeonwoo retreated step by step. It was hard to withstand the golden waves. Though he was somehow resisting fatal interference, he was gradually losing ground.

"You're busy just defending. I can't do anything to you, but you can't do anything to me either. Go back now. Give up on the original world."

The chairman casually threw out a suggestion. It wasn't a bad offer.

He could live without dying in this world too. There was no reason to risk dangers like mind control or dice sealing to revert to the previous world.

A thought crossed his mind.

'Should I give up?'

Yeonwoo stopped walking. Giving up was the rational and efficient choice. But the reason he didn't like that option was...

The chairman also stopped attacking, waiting for Yeonwoo's decision.

"When the company falls, our world will come. Would immortal Level 6 entities fight each other? You can just live comfortably. People will live on as usual too."

"...No."

Yeonwoo raised his head. The dice reflected clearly in his eyes, and his dull survival instinct faintly surrounded him, but Yeonwoo's own thoughts shone most brightly.

"I was mistaken. Thinking I wanted to go back because the original world was better to live in. That's not it."

Survival couldn't be the reason. Having reached Level 6 with his survival instinct, he wouldn't die in any world.

There was only one reason he wanted the original world.

"This isn't my world. I want my world, the world I've lived in."

A world not interfered with by strange devices, where only the trajectory of the life he had lived remained. The experiences he had and the people he had met. That past was as precious as life itself.

He had to undo the alteration that had changed his past, just as he resisted interference that manipulated him.

The chairman sighed.

"Well. You don't have the ability to do that. This is a waste of time, a waste of gold. Can't you please stop wasting?"

"I may not have the ability. But I have the potential."

Yeonwoo smiled and pulled a pistol from his bag. It was a handmade gun from the Club. He pointed it at his own head.

He recalled his future self.

The version of himself who lived in a world destroyed by climate anomalies, thinking alone on how to solve them. The one who wandered searching for the ark. The one who had the ability to turn back time, to make the climate anomalies never happen.

He understood that self who had accepted even humanity's extinction and the deaths of people he had grown close to as his past.

Yeonwoo muttered inwardly:

'What I need is power as strong as my future self.'

What could he, who had only spent 4 years as a civil service exam student and barely survived in the field, do about such complex and massive problems? He'd just break things if he touched them.

Only omnipotent power was the solution, and...

He already knew how to obtain that power.

'Survival instinct. Let's make the war and destruction never happen.'

Yeonwoo pulled the trigger. A red flower bloomed on his head. The torn Human Qualification Certificate scattered like cherry blossoms.

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"...Suicide? Do you really have mental problems?"

The chairman sighed as he looked at Yeonwoo who had fallen backward. It was a good thing, anyway. He would surely resurrect, but that could be dealt with by sealing him.

Threads of probability slowly spread over Yeonwoo's body. It was clearly a resurrection judgment.

The chairman waved his hand casually.

"Seal him."

However, Golden Omnipotence didn't move. It was saying that was impossible.

The chairman paused and turned his gaze back. An inexplicable chill ran up his spine. No, even the world shook uneasily. The boundaries between Golden Omnipotence's domain and the world blurred, mixed, and changed into something unknowable.

The survival instinct screamed. It had created a future where he would live on.

The dice's resurrection judgment.

Critical success!

Black threads of probability sutured Yeonwoo's wounds like a surgery. They replaced destroyed body parts with threads of possibility and probability, and Yeonwoo's heart started beating again.

Threads jutting out like a mask covering his nose and eyes rippled. Yeonwoo slowly rose. Only his smiling mouth remained as a human face.

After fumbling at his face, Yeonwoo laughed out loud.

"I should've done this sooner."

He could clearly feel the probabilistic possibilities. They were within reach. As Yeonwoo lightly waved his hand, threads of probability gathered in his grasp.

The crumbling domain was restored. He had grasped and realized that possibility.

"First, the Human Qualification Certificate. Oh. I don't need it anymore."

Yeonwoo, who was about to create a hundred Human Qualification Certificates, pushed away the threads with a thud.

Perhaps it was because he had given up on being human himself. Yeonwoo's survival had progressed to humanity's survival, and that survival instinct appropriately checked the dice's erosion.

It maintained his sense of self, saying that humanity would perish if the dice ran wild. On top of that, the dice had become his body, allowing him to control it as easily as his original emotions.

At that point, Yeonwoo turned his head.

The chairman, after staring at the mask-like eye area made of black threads of probability, spoke with a trembling voice:

"Dice Level 6?"

"Yes. That's what happened. Now you don't need to cooperate."

There would be no more mistakes. Yeonwoo reached into the air with his clenched hand, drawing out threads of probability.

Not the possibility of the World Alteration Device being repaired. The possibility of canceling the alteration. The possibility of returning to the original world.

"Stop!"

Golden light rushed in. It was the authority to cancel Yeonwoo's actions. Yeonwoo leisurely clenched his other hand.

"The possibility of blocking all interference for 10 seconds."

A world where destruction loomed due to war. The survival instinct added its strength. The golden light hit a wall and stopped. Those 10 seconds were enough.

Yeonwoo clenched his fist.

The world was rewritten.

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