Genius of unique lineage Chapter 261


Genius of a Unique Lineage

You’ve worked hard.

“Before falling asleep, you defeat Invaders, and after waking, you save people. You certainly have a knack for surprising others, Kwang-ik.”

It’s Team Leader Ji-hye, my senior.

She’s blocked my path, carrying a bulletproof helmet on her hip.

The cheers subside. Everyone feels relief that lives have been saved. Their relieved expressions bring me an odd sense of joy.

“Thank you.”

It’s the female immortal offering her final words of gratitude.

Immortals don’t die easily. As long as their spirit doesn’t wear thin, they’ll find a way to survive.

However, I’m not sure how many immortals can maintain their sanity amid a frenzy party thrown by Wheel Knights and Living Armors.

Well, immortals do die if their bodies are torn to shreds.

If they’re unlucky, before their spirit wears out, they could be disintegrated into chunks of flesh and die in that state.

“It just turned out that way,”

I answer.

It wasn’t all intentional.

The situation just evolved, and I did what was appropriate for the moment.

I killed the Invader that was blocking my way and extended a hand of help, just as that person who showed me their back did.

Anyway, what’s the situation? She must be aware of what I know, right?

Unique Invaders, a middle boss appeared and wreaked havoc.

If Special Species Command isn’t just a gathering of idiots, they must know.

The Unique Invader used a tactic similar to mine.

During the Hughes Gate incident, nothing like this happened – at least not that I’m aware of.

Even if it was a series of unfortunate coincidences, there was no Invader who set out to deceive us so brazenly.

I had learned this from history and again from the archives of the Immortal Special Force.

After Hughes Gate, or rather since the emergence of Special Species, humanity has continually evolved.

And so have the Invaders.

The current situation proves it.

“Bad situation, right?”

I brush off my shoulders and say. My body isn’t in bad shape; I’m just terribly hungry.

As adults say, it’s as if my stomach is high-fiving my back.

I used too much energy.

The rain has slowed to a drizzle. It seems it would stop soon.

Between clouds, the setting sun sneaks over from the west.

“It’s a dire situation.”

Team Leader Ji-hye remarks, gazing into the distance.

I turn my head to follow her gaze.

There lies the havoc wrought by the Invaders.

Broken utility poles, shattered buildings, the catastrophic collapse of the city’s infrastructure, with blood and fragments of bone visible among the rubble – rainwater mixed with blood trickles down through the cracked asphalt.

How many have died in this battle?

I find myself curious.

“How many?”

She could tell that I wasn’t asking about the survivors.

Team Leader Ji-hye hesitates for just a moment, a slight pause that only an immortal of almost pure blood with sensitive senses could detect.

Then she speaks.

“At least two hundred.”

The number of Wheel Knights and Living Armors that had attacked was at least five hundred.

“It’s minor.”

In terms of numbers, it seems like minor damage.

“Though it’s regrettable.”

But up close, it’s a grotesque tragedy.

“Did you know anyone?”

“Three of my classmates.”

Perhaps, just maybe, there were people I knew among the casualties.

Even if they were merely acquaintances I passed by in Hwarim.

My mouth tastes bitter.

But despair hasn’t nested in my heart.

I’m not a protagonist from a comic book who can save everyone in sight.

“Crazy Yoo Kwang-ik.”

Gi-nam brushes past my shoulder, biting his lip as he walks by. He seems miffed, but why, exactly?

Because he wanted to rescue someone, but it looked like my mom stole the opportunity?

If that’s the reason, then he’s truly mad.

“Relative deprivation.”

Mi-ho mutters under her breath.

“Hm? Mi-ho, what did you say?”

Gyu-tae hyung’s ears perk up as he hears her.

“It wasn’t meant for you.”

She’s dismissive. Gyu-tae hyung doesn’t care.

“Right. Not meant for me. I see.”

He laughs, looking nonchalant for someone who’s narrowly escaped death.

“Phew, you don’t usually have this much intense fun every day, right? I think an office job suits me better.”

Yohan hyung chimes in from beside me.

“No, that’s not it.”

“Don’t we often do this, son?”

Just as I’m about to respond, my mom interjects. Now that I think about it, it does seem like we frequently find ourselves in this situation.

“I think I chose the wrong career.”

“You know you have to cut off all your limbs before you can quit, right?”

“Just one finger, not limbs?”

“What’s so special about a single finger to an immortal?”

“Our CEO is heartless.”

Yohan hyung moves as he talks. Everyone looks pretty exhausted. Not to the point of collapse, but definitely worn out from the short, intense chaos that we’ve fought through.

Good work, everyone.

Yohan hyung walks ahead, taking Gyu-tae hyung with him.

Jeong-ik follows right behind them.

Raindrops begin to fall off their shoulders as the rain starts to stop.

“What does relative deprivation mean?”

I ask Mi-ho, who’s about to walk away after tossing out the phrase.

“It’s the feeling of soaring competitiveness against a rival who’s hard to overtake.”

Is she using jargon from some academy?

I wish she would speak more plainly.

“Sometimes it seems you’re a genius, but usually you’re such a fool.”

Mi-ho stares right at me and says.

But I’m the company boss here.

“I’m his mom, you know.”

My mom chimes in from beside me.


Mi-ho replies respectfully.

You little rascal. You shouldn’t disrespect a son in front of his mother.

“Quite perceptive. How about a boyfriend?”


“None, but Gyu-tae is a better choice than your son.”

…That’s a challenge if I ever heard one.

There’s nothing else to say.

This is no different from a call for a duel.

Gyu-tae better than me?

“That’s disappointing.”

Mom says, and as I contemplate whether to grab Mi-ho and give her a piece of my mind, Woo Mi-ho breaks the silence first.

“I intended that from the start. Not 3 o’clock, but 6.”


I nod, and Woo Mi-ho gives me a glowering look before speaking again.

“I was shortsighted. Tell me in advance next time. You’re the boss, and I’ll do as told.”

With that, she turns on her heel.

As always, everyone does what they please.

“Kwang-ik, didn’t you say you’re the CEO of the company?”

Team Leader Ji-hye asks from the side, eyeing the chaotic company structure.

“Yes. I prefer a horizontal structure.”

What can I do?

Technically, NS is closer to a small to medium enterprise. We can’t be like a conglomerate with strict formalities between mother and son referring to each other as director or CEO.

As it stands, everyone speaks quite comfortably.

I prefer it this way too.

“It’s not horizontal; it looks more like an inverted pyramid.”

Team Leader Ji-hye mutters.

Surely, it can’t be that bad.

It’s time for everyone to go in and rest. I, too, want to eat something and relax.

My stomach is fiercely hungry.

Behind me, fissures crack and a raucous blues plays on, but even if knights were to burst forth right now, I need to replenish my calories.

I crave a cream bun.

I pushed myself too hard without any medication.

Preparation is vital when facing Special Species.

The difference in strength between being prepared and not is significant.

Equipment, medication, condition – fighting requires managing all these elements.

Invaders inherently possess higher physical abilities than humans, including Special Species.

If preparation is lacking in a battle against them, humanity loses.

And so it’s time to eat……

Just as I think this, I lift my right foot halfway off the ground…

It was the moment of disengagement.

My five senses were intact, but my sixth sense kicked in. Something was on the floor ahead.

An immortal assassin?

To conceal oneself so perfectly?

The rain was a blessing in disguise, washing away any scents.

However, to think these bastards would interfere in the fight between humanity and the invaders and attempt to strike me from behind…

The blood of the immortals, inherent in my genes, sensed the presence of that bastard.

Sixth sense and intuition.

A sensation beyond the ordinary five tells me.

Something is here.

That was the feeling.

Before I could even think to move or speak, something grabbed my neck from behind.

Honestly, this was the first time I’d been caught off guard since entering the special world where the insane ones dwell.

An immortal assassin snuck up on me with such perfection.

My neck is exposed.

But in exchange, I’ll gift a heavy elbow to the assailant’s gut.

Even if my neck were severed, the motion of throwing my elbow would carry the kinetic energy.


My outstretched elbow struck empty air.

I had lost strength at the sound of that voice, and my opponent had deflected it with an open hand.


“Did you and mom go somewhere?”

Ah, it’s dad.

The dad who adores mom.

The dad who wouldn’t let mom near a knife for a week if she so much as nicked her finger while cutting vegetables.

There had been such an occurrence.

And now I had just dragged mother into the thick of an invader storm and back.

Dad’s eyes were more than warm; they were burning.

Still, even so, this was also part of his work.

After all, mom could handle herself, especially when transformed, sometimes even better than him.

And the twin-barreled shotgun at my hip, a new weapon gifted by Uncle Geongnak.

Before I could utter any excuses,

“Let’s talk a bit later.”

Dad said, tapping my head, and then turned to face mom.

“Was it dangerous?”

“A little.”

“Are you okay?”


Was this really the same woman who had so fiercely beaten down the invaders earlier?

Mom was now smilingly greeting dad.

Dad smiled back. Was he not angry?

When he looked at me again, it was like confronting the grim reaper.

I wondered if this was how the ferryman of the River Styx would look.

“Dad, rest for a bit. The invader attacks should subside now. After the last onslaught, the Spell Knight managed to draw them in around himself. Seeing that, they extended the bombardment range. We should be in a lull for a while. It’s almost like he’s conserving his forces or something.”

Jihye noona spoke up cautiously from the side.

“Yes, we should.”

After a brief conversation with mom, dad kissed her forehead and stood next to me. He was unabashed, even with many eyes upon us.

“Let’s go.”

“I was going to rest.”

“I’m going to rest, too.”

He said, glancing at Jihye noona.

“Who would complain to a hero who saved people, even if I put you on guard duty? Let’s go rest, Gwang-ik.”

Dad nodded, it made sense.

As we walked, the others naturally gave us space.

Dad’s calm voice reached my ears.

“They’re setting up a supply base in the back. The government, Dangun, and the association are all committed to backing us.”

It was to be expected.

This was a Named Gate. A huge disaster.

It was different from the anomaly gate I almost single-handedly smashed before.

That was clearly just a quickly formed anomaly.

But this gate was something else.

An arch-enemy.

The old enemies of humanity were advancing from beyond the gate.

Spell Knight as evidence had already made an appearance.

As we trudged along, I asked my father,

“Is there no support from overseas?”

If I tell Al, it seems like he’d immediately send the special forces from the superpower country.



“Because it’s happening in other countries, too.”

“So, is it like the Hughes Gate situation?”

During the Hughes Gate incident, not only did major gates open, but Named Gates also exploded around the world.

It marked the beginning of a major disaster.

“It’s not quite the same. As far as I heard, only four or five Named Gates have opened. There are no signs of more gates opening.”

The pungent odor of gunpowder, burning, and blood faded away.

A light several times brighter than the sunset began to appear before my eyes.

The sight of humanity’s progress, despite the history of warfare being one of the most wasteful of human activities, was becoming visible. The latest products of human invention are invested in these acts of war.

Quickly constructed buildings came into view.

The towers built next to the buildings and the lights illuminating like daylight elongated our shadows.

A broad wall, like a dam, was also being constructed.

It was going to serve as a firewall.

Naturally. If things went south, they would cordon off the entire area and probably drop a nuclear bomb if necessary.

And it was worth it.

The first appearance of the First Knight was in Russia.

Just outside Saint Petersburg.

The blow Russia took then was said to be worse than during the world wars.

Subsequently, North Korea was the site.

And the First Knight demonstrated his powers there.

As a result, North Korea was erased from the maps.

South Korea couldn’t even dream of reunification.

The subject had disappeared, and the land was abandoned.

It is now called MZ (Militarized Zone), not DMZ (DeMilitarized Zone).

The site where the First Knight swept by, now gathering invaders, has since been referred to as Lost North, amongst other names.

“The gates opened quite evenly in places around the world. A few oracles even prophesied that all doors would open.”

Dad said as he showed his identification to the sentry guarding the building entrance.


The guard saluted. While my father’s public position is a 5th-grade civil servant, his status changes during wartime.

It’s like he becomes a senior military officer.

“An oracle?”

I echoed what dad had said.


The future is variable.

This unchanging truth is a constant, although the near future can be predicted. Within a day, the future is a middle ground between clairvoyance and forecasting.

Of course, this is often incorrect. The future changes in real-time.

If an oracle has spoken,

“It won’t take more than 24 hours then?”

Within 24 hours, doors of Named Gates will open.

“That’s right.”

I sat down at the cafeteria.

Dad looked at me closely. I met his eyes head-on. They were cold. No emotion was felt.

Was he perhaps wanting to tell me not to put my mother in danger?

“If you have something to say, just say it.”

I spoke.

A short silence filled the space between us.

My wet clothes were unpleasant. I’d deliberately deadened my senses to it.

Dad was looking at me expressionlessly.

Then, thump, his hand landed on my head.

“You’ve grown a lot, son.”

Surprised, I could only blink before Dad continued.

“You’ve grown up so much.”

Within that touch, I felt both his concern and love.

“You’ve worked hard.”

That one sentence pierced right through to my heart. It was not something I did for praise.

But Dad’s single phrase was impactful.

Dad didn’t reprimand me. He didn’t seem to intend to.


I responded calmly.


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