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There Are No Humans in the Monster Company Chapter 11: Social Responsibility

Chapter 11: Social Responsibility

The​ situation was resolved‍ faster than expected.‍

In‍ addition to Director​​ Mok, who had⁠‍ descended from the‌‍‌ office by driving‍⁠ trees through walls⁠⁠ and floors, rumors‍ began circulating that‌​ several monster-level employees​ had also mobilized.‍

I did not personally‍ see or hear‍ it, but I could perfectly imagine​ what had happened⁠ in the other‌​ extraction zones and‌⁠​ what might happen⁠ in the future.‌‌

It‌‍⁠ was said that​⁠‍ Zone B had​​‍ been stabilized thanks‌‍ to the fierce⁠‍‌ suppression carried out‍‍⁠ by the majority⁠⁠⁠ of the employees.⁠​

The⁠⁠‌ dimensional entities in‌⁠‌ Zones C and​ D were also‍​ subdued with ease⁠​ and returned to​ their containment cells.⁠‌​

As​‍⁠ for Zone A—‍⁠

“You​‌ do not need⁠​‍ to worry. The‍⁠ Order Control Room⁠‍ is handling it.​‍‍ Besides, Executive Director⁠​‌ Seol is there.”‍⁠

I did not know​ exactly what that⁠⁠ meant, but according‌‍ to Director Mok,​​‌ the situation was⁠ under control.

The⁠ siren that had‌ sounded as though​⁠ it would tear‌ apart the sky​​ finally fell silent,‍‍ and the corridor’s‌ emergency lights returned⁠⁠‍ to flashing their​ usual red glow.⁠‍⁠

However,​‍ there was a much more important⁠‌ problem.

Gulp.​⁠

And​​‍ it was exactly⁠‍⁠ what I had⁠ in my mouth‌⁠​ at that moment.​

Director‌⁠ Mok’s right arm.​

More‌​‍ precisely, a thick,‌ long branch extending⁠​ from his arm⁠⁠⁠ had stretched toward‌​‌ me like a snake.

At⁠​​ the tip of‌ that branch was‌‍ a transparent, gleaming‌​‍ opening, from which‌‍⁠ a sweet and​ viscous liquid flowed.‌‌

And​⁠ I was drinking⁠ it.

“…Wow.”⁠⁠

A sweet and refreshing​​ sensation spread throughout​‍ my mouth.

It​ was not honey.​​​

Nor‌‌‌ was it syrup.‍

It⁠​​ was a strange‍ substance somewhere between​​ blood and tree​‍ sap.

It‍​ felt smooth on‌​ the tongue, while⁠‌‌ going down my‍ throat it was⁠‍​ as cold as‍‌ ice.

My‌ skin rejoined itself.​

The‌ burn marks across‌​⁠ my body gradually‍ disappeared.

The​ corneas that had⁠ been melting regenerated,⁠⁠‌ and my vision‍‌ slowly began to​‍⁠ clear.

‘This⁠‍‌ defies common sense​ on too many​ levels.’

I never imagined I would find comfort‍ and healing by‍​‌ sucking on someone’s‍​‌ arm.

Especially​​ not the arm‍‍ of a person​‍​ made of wood.‍

Although,⁠⁠⁠ come to think​ of it, maybe‌​⁠ it was still​‌ better than meeting‌⁠⁠ the tentacle doctor‍‍ again.

I looked back at​ Director Mok.

He⁠⁠ was wearing his‌​ suit as always‌‍ and stood with‌​ one hand over‍‌ his chest, as⁠ though nothing had‌ happened.

He‍⁠‍ did not even‍⁠ seem to have‍‌ any particular feelings⁠ about using himself​‌ as an IV⁠‌‍ bag.

“There‍ is no need​⁠⁠ for you to​ feel so confused.”‌

His‌‍​ voice remained low​‍ and damp.

A calm, moisture-laden sound,⁠‍‍ as if the​​ grain of the​‌⁠ wood itself were‌ speaking.

“The⁠⁠ recovery serum was⁠ provided by separating‍‌⁠ a small portion⁠‌ of my tissues.‌ You will not‍ be charged any​​⁠ additional cost.”

I was about to⁠​ protest that that‌​ was not the​​ issue.

But⁠ I simply closed‌‍ my mouth.

Because⁠⁠⁠ it was too​‌ delicious.

I felt like I needed to drink⁠​ a little more.​

It⁠ was like lying‍⁠‌ in a hospital‌ bed connected to‍​‌ an IV drip.​​

Only​​‌ in this case,‍ the IV was⁠ a tree root.‌⁠

“Thank‍ you very much,‌ Director Mok.”

“It‌⁠‌ is nothing. Any‍⁠ member of Extraction⁠‍⁠ Team 1 is‌​ someone for whom‌ I must take⁠⁠⁠ responsibility.”

Within‍⁠​ the knots crossing‍‍⁠ his face, two⁠‌​ or three of‍ his many eyes​‌ blinked at the‍​‌ same time.

For⁠‌‍ some reason, it⁠‍‍ felt like a smile.

While​ Director Mok had​⁠ pulled me aside​​‌ into a corner⁠​ to feed me‍​ the serum, employees​‌‌ began gathering one‌⁠ after another in⁠‍​ the extraction room‍‌ lobby.

At‌ first, familiar faces⁠ appeared.

Manager‍ Myeon approached while‍​ his seven faces‌‍​ moved frantically.

Manager‍ Batori gracefully kept⁠⁠⁠ tilting her head‌​ as she observed‍ me with her⁠⁠ red eyes.

Assistant‌​ Manager Son opened⁠ and closed the‌ fist that served⁠ as his head‌ while organizing the​⁠ other employees.

And‍​ Supervisor Shik remained⁠​ leaning against a wall, dragging his​ chains and blinking‍​‌ calmly.

Just‍‌⁠ those few alone‌⁠​ already looked like‌ a complete gathering​‍ of monsters.

“Ugh.”​⁠⁠

But‍ when I looked​‌​ at the others,‌‍ the nausea began‌​‌ rising again.

It‍ was the first‌‌ time I had‌⁠ examined employees from‌ other departments so​‌ closely.

There⁠ were skeletal beings‍ without flesh, their⁠​​ bones protruding outward.⁠⁠

Worm-like⁠​‍ creatures made entirely‍‍ of mold.

A man who had‌‍ no face, but​‌⁠ instead possessed a row of eyes‌​ lined up across​ his back.

There​​​ was even a puddle of red‌‍ slime I had‍‌⁠ never seen before‌ clinging to one‍‌ of the lobby​ walls.

‘They’re​​⁠ basically dimensional entities…’⁠​‌

In​ that case, is⁠​ there really any​‌‌ difference between an​⁠ emergency situation and‌​⁠ daily life?

My​‌ head began spinning.‌​‍

It⁠​ felt as if‌‍ my eyes were‌​ rotating on their‌ own.

“Mr.‌‌​ Haeil.”

Then‌‌⁠ I heard a familiar voice.

It‍​‍ blocked my view⁠​ of the employees‌ from the other‍ teams and patted‍ me on the‌​‌ shoulder.

“You’re​‌ still alive. What​ a relief.”

“Yes…‍ it really is‌‍​ a relief…”

I tried to smile,​​​ but the muscles‍‍‍ in my face​ tightened.

The⁠‌ corners of my⁠​ lips trembled.

My‍ eyelids twitched.

My‌⁠‍ mind was already⁠‍ thinking about quitting‍ time.

Then,‌‍ with a crash‌ that shook the​‍‌ ground, a loud‍‌‌ Bang! echoed through⁠ the center of⁠ the extraction room.‌​

“WHICH⁠‍ DAMN MANIAC WAS⁠‍ IT—?! WHO?! WHO​⁠‍ THE HELL PRESSED⁠‌ THE RELEASE BUTTON?!”‌‌

A thick, deep voice‍ overflowing with irritation‌​⁠ and rage.

The​‍‌ moment I turned‍ my head toward‌‍⁠ the source of‌ the sound, all​⁠⁠ traces of sleepiness‍ vanished.

He⁠‌ stood on two​‍⁠ legs, but his​​ arms were so​ long that he⁠ almost looked as​ though he walked‍‍​ on all fours.⁠‌‍

His‍⁠ entire body seemed‍‍‍ to have been⁠‌ forcibly held together‌ with metal plates‌​‍ stitched over living‍ flesh.

Six‍‍ thick cables were⁠‍ embedded in his⁠​ back, welded directly‍ into his spine‌‌‍ and connected to​⁠ his brain.

His‍ head was covered⁠‍ by a helmet-like⁠‌​ exoskeleton, but pieces‍‌‌ of flesh and‍‍ green eyes writhed⁠ through the gaps.​​⁠

The​​⁠ creature trembled violently‍⁠‌ and shouted again.⁠‍

“WHO?!​‌ WHO WAS THE⁠⁠ IDIOT WHO MANUALLY‍‍‍ ACTIVATED THE RELEASE⁠‌‍ PROTOCOL?! DAMN IT!⁠ ZONE C, ZONE‌ B, AND EVEN​⁠‌ ZONE A WERE‌ OPENED! WHO THE⁠ HELL DID THAT?!”‌

Assistant⁠​ Manager Son whispered​ beside my ear.‌‍

“That‍ is Manager Geum,‌‌ leader of Fusion⁠⁠‍ Team 1.”

“…Ah,⁠ he’s a manager?”‍⁠

“That’s‍‍ right. He is⁠ subordinate to Manager‍‍ Myeon.”

“Ah,​⁠⁠ I see.”

For‌ some reason, I thought Manager Myeon‌‍​ was definitely a better boss than​​‌ Manager Geum.

Manager⁠⁠‌ Geum continued venting‍​‍ his fury.

Though​‍ honestly, the cables⁠‌ writhing on his‌ back were far‌⁠‌ more terrifying than​ his words.

“WHO‌⁠‍ THE HELL WAS​ IT?! THE RELEASE⁠​ BUTTON IS THE⁠⁠ FINAL EMERGENCY PROTOCOL!!!‌‍ NOBODY IS SUPPOSED⁠ TO TOUCH IT⁠‌‌ UNLESS IT’S A GRADE ■ ENTITY!!!​​‌ WHAT KIND OF⁠ DAMN IDIOT DID‌⁠ IT?!”

At​ that moment, I turned toward Assistant​​​ Manager Son.

“Was⁠⁠ it really that⁠‌‌ dangerous?”

“Of​ course it was.‌​ If you press‍⁠ it, all dimensional​ entities from every​‍ containment cell are‍‌‌ released at the‌‌ same time. Seriously,​​‍ who the hell‌⁠‍ pressed it?”

“Then​ why does a button like that‍​ even exist?”

“For‌ final extermination before⁠⁠ abandoning an entire⁠ zone.”

I decided it was⁠‌‌ better not to‌‍ ask any more‍ questions.

Assistant⁠ Manager Son tilted‌‌‍ his fist-head slightly​ and smiled.

“Still,‍‌ you were lucky,⁠‌ Haeil. Running into‍ Director Mok in‍‌⁠ time.”

“Yes,⁠‍‍ really. I’m also​​‍ glad you got‍‍ out unharmed, Assistant‍​‍ Manager Son.”

Manager​⁠‍ Geum abruptly turned‍ his head and‍⁠ shouted again.

“COME⁠‍ OUT!!! WHOEVER’S RESPONSIBLE,​ STEP FORWARD!!! GET‍ OVER HERE RIGHT‌⁠‍ NOW AND EXPLAIN​ YOURSELF!!!”

The⁠​ rusted cables of​ Manager Geum snapped‍ like electrical discharges.⁠​⁠

All​⁠ the lights at​ the end of​​ the corridor went‍‌⁠ out simultaneously.

Assistant​‍​ Manager Son shrugged.​​‍

“But‌ if you had‌ run into another‌ team first, Haeil,​‍ you would have‌‍ been in trouble.”‌‌‌

“Huh?”⁠‍

The​ momentary darkness caused‌​ the roaring to‍⁠ stop for an‌ instant.

Silence‍‍⁠ fell heavily over⁠⁠ the space.

His‌‍​ spine, resembling a metallic backbone, twisted‍⁠ like a spring‌‍ before stretching out‍‍​ again with the​‍ screech of metal‍ claws scraping across‌‍‌ the floor.

The⁠‍ dangling cables on‌​‍ his back writhed‍ like worms, scratching​​​ the walls and⁠ throwing sparks onto‍​⁠ the ground.

“Seriously…⁠ who pressed it?”‍⁠

“It⁠⁠ doesn’t seem to​​‍ have been anyone‌ from our department.”​

“Did‌‌‌ someone enter without‍​ authorization?”

“Could​⁠⁠ it be an⁠ industrial spy?”

Even‌‌ among the employees,‌‌‌ a small commotion‌‍‍ began to spread.⁠​

A creature covered in​‌‌ a massive stone⁠ shell.

A transparent being whose​ face was divided‌ into two sides.​

Even​‍ a Möbius strip⁠​ formed from red​​​ lines.

Dozens⁠‍‍ of monstrous employees‍ murmured throughout the​ lobby.

Then.‌‍⁠

Creeeeak.‍

The⁠ door beside the‍‍ corridor entrance slowly‍‍ opened.

And​​‌ someone stepped out​​ of it.

‘…Huh?’​

One‍‍ person.

Two‍ people.

Wrinkled‍ suits.

Shirts⁠ soaked with sweat.‍‌⁠

Completely‌⁠ ordinary employees.

Yes.‍‌

Humans.​

At​⁠‍ that instant, the‍​⁠ atmosphere in the⁠ lobby turned icy‌ cold.

Passing‍⁠ through the crowd‌⁠‍ of monsters, they‍ cautiously moved forward.‍⁠

More‌‌​ precisely, they advanced​ one trembling step‍‍‌ at a time.​​⁠

The​ man in front‌ removed his glasses‍​⁠ and lowered his⁠​‌ head.

The‌⁠‍ woman beside him​ bit her lips⁠ while nervously darting‍⁠⁠ her eyes around.‌‌

The​​ young man following‌ behind them looked‌⁠ as though he​ was about to⁠⁠ collapse, not even‍ having the strength‌‌ to brush aside‌⁠‍ the sweat-soaked bangs‌​​ stuck to his⁠⁠​ forehead.

“W-we’re‌‌​ sorry… we… it’s​⁠ just… we didn’t‌ understand anything…”

Kneeling​ on the floor,‌ they stammered as‍‌⁠ they tried to‌​‍ speak.

They⁠‌‌ wore suits.

Their‌‌ faces were flushed​‌ with exhaustion.

They‌⁠‌ were drenched in​ sweat.

Disheveled⁠⁠​ hair.

Crooked⁠⁠ ties.

Their‌​‌ entire bodies trembled​​ in panic.

My⁠⁠ mind stopped.

It​‍⁠ was obvious.

They‌‌ were not dimensional‌‍‍ entities.

They‌‌‌ were not monster‍ employees.

They⁠⁠ were not something​ pretending to be‌‍‍ human.

They​⁠ were real people.‌‌⁠

“……”‍

It​ was the first​​⁠ time since Lee‌ Jihyun had resigned.​‍

The‍​​ first time I had seen a human face again.⁠​

When​ our eyes met,‍ a strange feeling‌​ arose inside me.‍‍⁠

I felt my stomach‌‍‌ churn.

My​⁠⁠ throat tightened.

I reached a hand‍​‌ toward them.

It⁠⁠‍ felt like I needed to say⁠ something.

That​‌ there was something‍⁠ I needed to⁠​ share with them.‌​

“…This​ is why I hate the bastards​⁠ from the Emotional⁠​⁠ Department.”

A low growl sounded‌‍​ to my right.⁠

I turned my head.​⁠

It‍‌​ was Assistant Manager‌⁠⁠ Son.

The⁠ fist that formed‍ his head slowly‍⁠ began to clench​ with a creak.‌​

“Assistant‍‍ Manager Son?”

But​‌ he did not⁠⁠‌ hear me.

With‍ the sound of‌‍ his shoes striking‌‍ the floor, he‍ reached them in⁠‌⁠ an instant.

Then​​ he bent down.⁠

Crunch!!⁠​‍

The‍‌‌ world crumpled.

No.⁠‌​

A head crumpled.

More⁠‍‍ precisely, that human’s​​ head.

Assistant‌‍ Manager Son grabbed​ it.

That‌⁠ was all.

He​​ grabbed it.

He‌​​ squeezed.

As​​ if he were​ performing a simple⁠ strength test.

“Gghhh!”⁠​​

A choked gasp escaped.​‍

And​‌ then.

Crack.⁠

It​ was not an⁠‍‌ exaggerated sound.

It‍‍⁠ was exactly the‍ sound of a watermelon bursting.

Blood.‌​

Brain⁠​​ matter.

Flesh.‍

Fragments‍⁠ of skull.

Everything‍ began sliding between​⁠ Assistant Manager Son’s⁠⁠ fingers.

Something​ red and gray‍ slowly dripped from‍‌ his fist-head.

It‍‍⁠ slid down his‌ fingers.

Across‍⁠ his palm.

And‍⁠⁠ fell to the‌⁠ floor.

Drop.‍​

After‍ drop.

“……”⁠⁠⁠

My⁠​⁠ body froze.

My⁠​ gaze stopped.

Even‌‌⁠ my breathing stopped.‍‌

What‌ had I just‌ seen?

No.⁠​

I knew perfectly well.​⁠‍

He‌ had crushed a person’s head.

A person.

A living person.

He⁠‌​ had blown it​⁠ apart simply by​​ grabbing it.

I found myself staring‌⁠ at the scene⁠ with my lips‍‌​ tightly sealed.

I did not scream.‌

I did not even⁠​‌ know how.

Next,‍​​ Manager Geum kicked‍ the other employee‌‍ who could barely⁠ move his eyes.‍

His​ back exploded.

A stain appeared on⁠ the wall.

Heads‍‌ kept exploding.

One​⁠ human life after⁠‍ another disappeared.

My‍‍‌ legs would not​‌⁠ move.

I could not look​‌ away.

As‍ I stared at⁠ Assistant Manager Son’s⁠⁠​ blood-covered head, I once again felt⁠ a deep fear⁠‌ I had forgotten.⁠

Blood.‍‍

Flesh.​

Shattered‍⁠ heads.

I was human.

Out⁠‍ of everyone here.‌

I had forgotten that‌​ I was human.‌‌⁠

“Again​⁠​ with the Emotional‍‌⁠ Department? What a nuisance.”

“I‍⁠ told them we‍‌ should’ve just stuffed‍‍ them into the‍​ cafeteria freezer.”

“It’s‍⁠‌ always the same​‍⁠ thing.”

The‌​‍ employees’ comments drifted‍‍ through the air‌​ like ordinary conversation.​⁠‍

A completely normal tone.‍‌⁠

As‍ if they were‍⁠ discussing trivial matters.‍

And‍⁠⁠ at the center​ of it all​ stood Assistant Manager‍‌ Son.

Even⁠‍‍ though pieces of‍​⁠ flesh and fresh​ blood were still​⁠ dripping from his‌​ hand, his tone​ remained exactly the‍‌ same as always.‌

“This⁠ is why I say I hate​ humans.”

Assistant⁠ Manager Son slightly‌ tilted his head‍‍‍ toward one of‌​ the two remaining‍ humans.

That​‌ single casual gesture⁠ was enough.

The‌⁠‍ person immediately fainted.​‌

Or⁠‌ perhaps pretended to​ in an attempt⁠ to avoid death.‍‌⁠

And​ it was not​​​ only Assistant Manager‍​ Son.

Four‌ of Manager Myeon’s​​ faces remained silent.​⁠

The‍​ other three nodded⁠⁠ slightly.

Manager⁠​‌ Batori smiled as‍⁠ she savored a red liquid.

Supervisor​ Shik tossed his​ chains over his​⁠ shoulder and let⁠‌ out a deep‍ snort.

Every‌ employee had the‍​⁠ same reaction.

The​⁠ same instinctive reaction⁠‌‌ a human would⁠⁠‍ have upon finding‍​ a cockroach or⁠ a mole cricket​‌ inside their house.‍

An​⁠​ unconscious aversion toward⁠ an entire species.‌⁠

I remained motionless in‌‌ the middle of⁠ it all.

My‌ heart pounded.

My​ shoulders trembled.

And​‍​ from the depths⁠ of my stomach,‌‌ vomit I could​⁠ no longer suppress​‌‍ slowly began to​‍ rise.

‘Why⁠⁠⁠ is everyone… reacting​​⁠ like this…?’

Those‌‌ people are human.​⁠

I had forgotten.

But‌‍⁠ they, not these‌ monsters, are my⁠​⁠ own kind.

Their⁠ belongings.

Their​ backgrounds.

Their‍⁠‌ expressions.

Even‍⁠‍ the dirt beneath‌​⁠ their fingernails.

Everything⁠‌‌ was the same‌⁠ as me.

And‍‌‌ yet.

Every‌‌‌ existence within this‌ company.

Treated‍ those humans as⁠​‍ though they were​​ impurities.

As‍​‌ though their very​ existence were disgusting.‌

As⁠ though it did‍​ not matter if‍​⁠ their heads exploded.‍⁠

As‍ though disappearing was​​ only natural.

“……”‍

I slowly lowered my‌‍⁠ head.

‘Then…‍‌ what am I?’‌⁠‌

That​‍‌ question.

In⁠‍ a single instant.‌​

Fell‍‍ upon my mind‍‌⁠ like a bolt⁠ of lightning.

‘Why‌‌ am I in‍‍ Extraction Team 1 and not with‌⁠⁠ them?’

The⁠‌ words tried to​‍ come out but​‌‍ remained trapped.

Why‍‍ does nobody call‍‌‌ me human?

Why‍ does nobody ask​‍ me?

Why‍‍ don’t the monsters⁠‌‍ of Extraction Team‌​ 1 reject me?​‍‌

I have worked alongside​​ Assistant Manager Son.⁠​‌

I have walked beside⁠‌ Supervisor Shik.

I have exchanged glances​ with Manager Batori.‌

I have spoken with​ Manager Myeon’s seven​​ faces.

And‍ not one of‍​ them.

Not​‍​ a single time.‌⁠‌

Told⁠‌‌ me that I was different.

On‌ the contrary.

They‌⁠ praised me.

— You adapt well.​‍

— You’re more resilient‍‌ than I expected.‍‍‍

— You fit in‍‍​ perfectly.

— You’re ideal for‌‌⁠ this.

And‍‍‍ just a few‍‌ moments ago.

Director‌ Mok had said.‍

— I have heard‍​‌ your admirable determination.‍​

I took a deep‌ breath as my‌ shoulders trembled.

I could still smell‌⁠⁠ human blood in⁠‍ my mouth.

I wiped away the⁠‌⁠ cold liquid running‍⁠‌ down my chin.​

What‍⁠‌ if, in this‍ grotesque world, everyone‍‍ simply did not‍‍​ know that I was human too?⁠

But⁠⁠ even that explanation‌⁠ had too many​‍​ inconsistencies.

Because⁠​‍ if they know​ I’m human.

Then‌​‍ why?

“Let’s‍⁠ go back, Mr.‍​‍ Haeil. The Order​ Control Room will‍​ take care of‍‌​ cleaning this up.”​

I had no choice‌ but to stop‌‌​ my thoughts.

Because​​ Assistant Manager Son,‍‍⁠ wiping blood from‌​​ his head, was⁠⁠ speaking to me⁠‍​ as though everything⁠​ were perfectly normal.‍

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