There Are No Humans in the Monster Company — Chapter 16: The Gourmet Who Is Not Alone

Chapter 16: The Gourmet Who Is Not Alone

The‍‌⁠ sunlight was pleasant.‌‍

Or‍⁠ rather, the LED‍⁠ lights in my‌ apartment illuminated everything⁠ evenly, brightly, and‌ almost as if‍ they were sunlight.‍‌

I ignored the fact that beyond the window there was‌ nothing but absolute‍ darkness.

I felt like something‍‌ terrible would happen⁠ if I opened it.

I opened my eyes.

I wiped away the‌ sleep from my‍ eyes, stretched my‍ arms, and let‍⁠‌ out a long⁠‌⁠ yawn.

Waking up meant I was still alive.

And‍ being alive meant I could begin⁠‌ a new day.⁠‍

“What⁠ a refreshing morning.”⁠

It⁠ was a monologue.

But⁠ it didn’t matter.⁠

As‍‍ long as the⁠⁠ probability wasn’t zero,⁠ an optimistic attitude could change the⁠⁠ day.

As‍‍ I sat up,‍‌ the bedsheets rustled softly.

With‍ movements that had already become familiar,‍ I shook out‍ the blanket and‍ carefully straightened it.‍‍

Then‍ I put the⁠ pillow back in‌‌‍ place.

The‌ small bloodstain in‌ one corner of the pillow was⁠⁠ probably just a minor nosebleed.

Probably.‍‍

I washed my face‍⁠ at the sink.⁠⁠

I shampooed my hair and washed it.⁠⁠

I showered with hot‌‍ water until the‌ bathroom mirror was‍ completely fogged over.⁠

I stood under the water for a long time without‌ thinking about anything.‍‍

Then‌ I finished with⁠⁠ cold water and‍‌ immediately regained my‍⁠‍ clarity.

“Good,⁠ this is how a routine should‌‍‍ be.”

I dried my face‍⁠ with a towel‍‍ and used a hair dryer to‍ dry my hair.‍‍

When I finished, I opened the wardrobe⁠ and took out‌‌ a shirt.

I put on that white shirt that⁠⁠ had already become⁠ familiar and carefully⁠⁠‍ buttoned every button.‌‍

“It‌‍‍ feels empty.”

I opened the refrigerator.⁠

As‍‍‌ expected, it was‍ completely empty.

The only thing left‌ was the empty bottle of that⁠ probiotic drink I had drunk the⁠⁠‌ night before, rolling‌‍‌ around in a corner.

“Skipping‍ breakfast helps the‌‌ mind work better.”‌‌

I muttered that mental⁠ victory to myself⁠ as I closed‍⁠⁠ the door.

My‌‌⁠ stomach growled softly.‍⁠

I pretended not to‍⁠‍ hear it.

I rolled my neck,‌⁠ stretched my shoulders as if I were learning to‌⁠ walk upright again,⁠‌ and stopped in front of the‍‌ door.

It‍ was time to‍⁠‍ go to work.‍⁠

“I’m‌‌‍ heading out.”

With a casual greeting,‍‌‍ I turned the doorknob.

Click—⁠‌‍

The‌ door opened.

And‌ standing in front⁠‌ of me was—‍‍

“Grrrooo…⁠⁠ Grrrrrr.”

Supervisor‌⁠⁠ Shik.

He‌‌ was standing there.⁠⁠

With‌‍⁠ thick chains hanging‌⁠ from his shoulders‍‌ while staring directly‍ at me.

A deep breath rumbled‌⁠ from behind that‌ mouth full of‍⁠ blade-sharp teeth.

I had returned to‌⁠‌ reality.

“Good morning, Supervisor Shik.”‍‌

I smiled reflexively.

My⁠⁠ lips curled upward,⁠ but my back was drenched in‍ cold sweat.

Supervisor‍ Shik stared at‍ me for several⁠‍ seconds before slowly⁠‌‍ lowering his head.‍‍

Creak.‍

Something⁠‍⁠ cracked.

It⁠‍ probably wasn’t his‍‌⁠ vertebrae.

“I’ll do my best‌ today as well.”‌

I greeted him again.⁠‌

Only‌ then did Supervisor‌ Shik give a slight nod.

I felt every hair‌‍ on my shoulders‍ stand up at‌⁠ the same time.⁠⁠

“Then⁠‌ let’s go first, all right?”

He‌ walked past me‌ and slowly began‍‌ moving down the⁠‍ hallway.

The‍⁠‌ chains dragging across‌⁠ the floor produced⁠⁠ a strange scraping‍⁠‌ sound.

I silently closed the‌ door and followed him.

The‍‍⁠ bright and refreshing‌‍ morning was over.‌

Once‍ again, my strange⁠ daily life was⁠‍ beginning.

***‍

Lunchtime.‌‌

The‍ cafeteria.

A place whose name⁠‌‍ I had always‌ seen but never‍⁠ dared to visit.⁠

I thought about it.‌‍

Then⁠ thought about it⁠ again.

And finally made a decision.

‘Let’s‌ go.’

Today‍ I would go.‌

I was going to‍‌ eat.

After‍⁠⁠ all, I would‌‍‌ be here until‍ the day I resigned.

I wanted to try⁠‌ something as simple‌ as eating with‍ someone.

I had said this⁠‍ morning that fasting⁠ helped me think⁠‌ better.

But‌⁠ the truth was‍⁠ that I was‌ already reaching my‍⁠ limit.

My‍ stomach was burning.‌

My⁠‍ legs were numb.⁠‌

And‍ my stomach felt⁠ as though it‌⁠‍ had been crushed‍ like a bent drinking straw.

Besides,‍‍ a little while‌‍ ago it had seemed as though⁠ Supervisor Shik had‌ given me a look that said:‌

‘Why‌ do you never‌‍ eat with us?’‌

I had no idea⁠ what would be‌‍ served in the‍‌ cafeteria.

But‌ Manager Batori had‌‍ said it.

We‌‌ were of the same lineage.

Surely⁠ they would take‍‌ care of me.‌⁠

“Uh…”⁠‌

I opened my mouth‍⁠ to address my⁠ coworkers.

The⁠‌ lunch announcement had‍ just sounded, and‍⁠ everyone was beginning‌‍‌ to rise from‍⁠ their seats.

“Could‍⁠ I… have lunch‍‍ with you today?”

I hadn’t even finished‍ the sentence when‌⁠ Manager Myeon nodded‌‍‍ in front of‌ me.

“Of⁠‌‍ course.”

“Regular⁠⁠⁠ nutrient intake is important.”

“Oh.‍ What’s this?”

“Grrr…⁠⁠‌ Graaah… Kuuuur—!”

Director‍‍ Mok.

Assistant‌‍ Manager Son.

And‍ finally Supervisor Shik.‌‌

All⁠‍ of them reacted‍ positively.

Well,⁠⁠ I wasn’t completely‌‍ sure that Supervisor‌ Shik’s reaction had‍⁠⁠ been positive.

But‌⁠ I assumed it‌‍ was.

A strange sense of⁠ relief washed over‍⁠⁠ me, and I lowered my head.⁠⁠

When‍ I looked up⁠ again, I met Manager Batori’s gaze.‍⁠

She⁠ had not risen‌‍ from her seat.‌‌

As⁠ always, she held‌⁠ her tumbler and‍‍ rested one hand‌ on the desk‍‌‌ while silently watching‍ me.

There⁠‍‌ was a peculiar smile in her⁠ eyes.

“And‌⁠ you, Manager…?”

“Fufu.‌ I’ll make do⁠ with this again‍ today.”

She‌‌‌ slightly raised the‌ tumbler as she‌‍ smiled.

Inside, the blood swirled gently.

I tilted my head slightly and followed‍ the other four⁠⁠ team members out‍ of the office.‌⁠

The‍ cafeteria was on‌ another floor.

At‌ the end of the hallway stood‌⁠ an old elevator.‍‍⁠

The metal doors opened‌‍ with a hum.‌‌

One.⁠‍

Two.⁠

Three.

Four.⁠

And⁠‌ finally Supervisor Shik.‍‍

Clank.‌‌

The⁠ moment Supervisor Shik⁠ stepped inside, the elevator walls creaked‍ alarmingly.

Wasn’t⁠ this exceeding the‍⁠ structural limits of‌ the elevator?

I ended up half-crushed⁠ between his enormous⁠‌ body and the‍ wall.

“Ugh…”⁠‌

It felt as though‍ the air was⁠ escaping through some⁠ crack.

Manager‍‍‌ Myeon stood with⁠‍‌ his usual elegance.‌

Director‍ Mok had his roots folded and neatly arranged.

Assistant‌ Manager Son was‍ leaning against the wall with his⁠ arms crossed.

And‌ I was trapped⁠ between Supervisor Shik’s‌‌ back and the‍‌⁠ elevator wall.

‘I‌ should have skipped‍⁠ lunch.’

I regretted it.

Even‌ breathing was difficult.‍‍⁠

I never imagined hope could disappear so‍ quickly.

The⁠‍ elevator slowly began descending with a squeal.

A cramped space.

Strange⁠‌ smells.

Irregular vibrations.

And‌‌ thousands of thoughts.‌

‘What⁠‍‍ exactly is the‌‍ cafeteria like?’

Would they serve food‌ that a human‌⁠ could eat?

Or‌ would it be⁠ some delicacy intended‌⁠ for the monsters⁠‍ in this place?⁠

Supervisor‌‌‌ Shik’s back pressed‍⁠ crushingly against me⁠⁠ once again.

“Ugh.”⁠‌

I really should have skipped lunch.

That⁠ was when Manager⁠ Myeon spoke calmly.⁠‍

“So,‍ it was the⁠ Adjustment Department that‍ insisted all of‍⁠ us participate this⁠‍ time?”

“That⁠ is correct.”

Director⁠‍ Mok nodded gently.⁠

“From‌ detection to capture,‌ everything went quite‍‍ well. They say‍‍ they want everyone‍ to participate for‍‌ educational purposes.”

Assistant⁠‍ Manager Son slightly‍⁠‍ raised his chin.‌⁠‌

“Went‍ well? Didn’t they‌ say the capture‍ happened near Seoul‌⁠ Station?”

“More‍‌ precisely, outside the⁠‍‍ perimeter, beyond the‌ third filter.”

Director‍ Mok spoke while‌‌ lowering his gaze‌⁠ with those numerous‍ green eyes resembling‍‍ frog eggs peeking‌ out from between⁠ his knots.

“They⁠ say it was‍‍ located purely through⁠‍⁠ perception, without any⁠ reaction from the‌⁠ fixed measuring devices.‍‍ It seems the‌ Adjustment Department took⁠ this very seriously.‌‌ Or perhaps they‌ received assistance from‍‍ Executive Director Ahn.”⁠

“Grrr…‌⁠ Rrrrrrr.”

Supervisor‌ Shik let out‌‌‍ an incomprehensible growl.‌⁠⁠

I turned my head‍ reflexively.

I felt a strange‌ vibration in my‌ eardrums.

Had⁠⁠⁠ he just laughed?‍‍‌

Or‍ was he annoyed?‍

“I⁠⁠⁠ heard they classified one Rank A entity, one Rank⁠ C entity, and‍ one Rank D entity.”

Assistant⁠ Manager Son continued⁠ speaking calmly.

“They‌⁠ say the possibility‍⁠ of refining the‍⁠ new Rank A entity is uncertain.⁠‍‍ Its structure… appears⁠‍ to be somewhat‍ different from the‍‍‍ previous ones. Will‌⁠ it be safe‍‌⁠ to bring the‍‌ rookie along as well?”

“Haha.”

The‍‍ rookie was participating‍‌ too?

Manager‍ Myeon replied with⁠‍ his usual smile.‌‌

“The Adjustment Department has⁠ surely already taken‍⁠‍ care of all‍⁠ the preparations. And if not, we⁠⁠ have other measures‌ ready. We’ve already received notice that‍⁠⁠ the transfer will‍ be completed during⁠‌ the afternoon. After lunch, we’ll go‌ directly to see‍ it.”

This⁠‌ afternoon?

Maintaining‍‍ an indifferent expression,‌ I looked up‍ at the ceiling⁠ while repeating those‌‌ words in my‍‍ mind.

‘They’re‍ bringing a new⁠‌‍ dimensional entity this⁠ afternoon?’

Although I didn’t fully‍ understand the internal‍‌‌ terminology, I grasped the general context.‍⁠‍

Adjustment⁠‌‍ Department.

Capture.⁠

Perimeter.‌‍

Possibility⁠⁠ of refinement.

And‍⁠‍ structure.

I had the feeling‌ that the meaning‌‌‌ of those words⁠ was connected to⁠‌ whatever I would‍‌ soon be facing.‌‌⁠

“Employee⁠ Jeong.”

Suddenly,⁠‌‍ Manager Myeon turned‌ his head toward⁠‍ me and spoke‍‍‍ calmly.

“Yes.”‍‌‌

I straightened my posture‌‌ reflexively.

“There⁠ is no need to be nervous.⁠⁠⁠ This afternoon’s program⁠ will simply be⁠ something quite interesting.”

His tone remained as‍‍ kind and courteous as ever.

But⁠ behind those words‌ was a strange scent suggesting that‌ something had already‍‌ been prepared.

“Understood. I’ll leave myself‌ in your hands.”‍‌

I lowered my head‌ slightly.

My‍ heart lurched heavily.

‘A‍ new dimensional entity.’‍⁠‌

What‌ exactly was about‍‍ to arrive?

The⁠⁠ elevator continued descending through the dark⁠‍‍ shaft.

We‌ were heading to⁠‌ the company cafeteria.‌

But‍ it felt almost⁠ exactly like descending‍⁠ into a slaughterhouse.⁠

***

Lunch was, surprisingly, quite‍⁠‌ good.

Of‌⁠ course, there were‌‍ many complicated emotions‍‍ hidden within that⁠ “quite good.”

To⁠‍ begin with, the‌‍‌ elevator itself was‍ strange.

At‌ first, I thought‍⁠ it was simply slow.

Then‍ I thought it⁠ had been descending for too long.‌

After‍ that, I came‌⁠‌ to believe it⁠‌ had broken down.‍‌

And‍ finally—

‘It’s‌‍ still going down?’⁠‌

At‌ some point, the‍⁠ floor indicators stopped⁠⁠ looking like numbers‌‌ at all.

The⁠ digits began twisting⁠ into symbols.

Then‍ those symbols mutated‍ into incomprehensible shapes‌ that eventually formed fixed patterns.

And⁠⁠ finally, the doors⁠ opened.

The⁠ entrance to the⁠‍ cafeteria was absurdly‍‌‍ clean.

Shining‍ tiles beneath white‌ lights.

A menu board that⁠‍ functioned properly.

Stacks⁠⁠ of trays piled‌ high.

And⁠⁠⁠ a crowd of‌ monstrous employees.

There‍ were even wet‌‌ towels on every table.

‘Uh…‌‌ this really does‌ look like a company cafeteria.’

Except⁠ for the fact that it was‍⁠ full of monsters‌‌‌ instead of humans.‍‍‌

There‍ were even menus⁠ suitable for people.‍‍

Spicy‌⁠ stir-fried pork.

Bulgogi‌‌ over rice.

Pork‍ belly.

Egg‌‍‍ soup.

Kimchi.‌⁠⁠

White‍ rice.

Of‌ course, alongside them,⁠‌ impossible symbols and‌‌⁠ moving figures also appeared on the⁠ illuminated menu boards, apparently representing menu‍⁠‌ items as well.⁠‌‍

At‍ a table across‌ from us, some‍⁠‌ creatures were eating‌⁠ masses of slime‌ with spoons.

Others‍ drank mysterious liquids⁠ from their trays‍‌ as though they‌ were floating corks.‌

And⁠ when the five⁠‍⁠ members of Extraction‍ Team 1 stopped‌‍ in front of⁠ something that could⁠ barely be called‍‌ an automated kiosk—‌

The‍ atmosphere changed.

Employees⁠‌ stiffened.

Some⁠⁠ looked away.

Heads⁠ filled with multiple⁠ eyes.

Heads⁠⁠⁠ covered with mouths‌ instead of eyes.⁠

Beings⁠‌ composed entirely of⁠‍ formless masses.

All‍‌ of them were‍ watching us.

‘This…’‍‌‍

Hierarchy.‌

Even within this grotesque‌ organization, Extraction Team‌ 1 clearly occupied‌‍ a superior position.⁠

It wasn’t exactly respect.⁠

The gazes were distorted‌‌‍ by something else.

It⁠‌ wasn’t exactly fear.‌‌

They‍ were too cautious to be mere‍ fear.

It‍⁠ was a kind⁠‌⁠ of silent reverence‍ reserved for something⁠ forbidden.

An‍‍ unpleasant admiration that could not be⁠‍ denied.

Suddenly,‌ I remembered the⁠‌ pride Manager Batori‍⁠⁠ had shown when⁠ talking about Extraction‌ Team 1.

‘We are definitely different.’‌‌

After‌‍ choosing our meals,⁠ the five of‍ us sat at‍‌ the same table.⁠

And⁠ the moment the‍‌ food arrived—

Hell‌ began.

First,⁠⁠ Supervisor Shik.

He‌ appeared to be‌‍ eating a bowl⁠⁠‌ of bulgogi over‍ rice.

But the speed was‍⁠‍ absurd.

Crunch!‍ Splurt! Chomp! Crack!‍‍

Spoons⁠ were an unnecessary‍‌ luxury.

Using‍ those enormous fur-covered⁠⁠ paws, he devoured the food savagely‌⁠ and emptied three⁠‍ trays in an‌‍⁠ instant.

From⁠ the first tray,⁠‌⁠ some grains of‍⁠⁠ rice flew toward‍⁠‍ me.

From‍⁠ the second—

“Urgh.”⁠

A kind of black,‍‍⁠ viscous soup splashed‍⁠ onto my kimchi.‌‌

I sighed silently.

‘There’s‍⁠ no helping it.‍‍‍ I give up.’‌

Then‌‌ there was Assistant‍⁠ Manager Son.

He stared at his⁠ tray for several⁠ seconds.

And suddenly dumped the⁠‍ entire contents onto his fist-head.

Literally.⁠

The⁠ entire tray.

Eggs.‌

Soup.⁠

Rice.‍‌‌

Seaweed.‍

And all the other‍⁠ mysterious side dishes.‌

Then‍‍ he began kneading‌⁠ his own head‍⁠ with both hands.‌⁠

As⁠ if he were‌⁠ working bread dough.‍‍

And‍ then—

Nothing.⁠⁠

When⁠ he opened his‌ hands, absolutely nothing‍ remained.

He didn’t even have⁠ a mouth.

Yet everything had vanished.⁠

As‌‍ though he had‌‌ devoured it completely.⁠

‘…This⁠⁠ makes no sense.’‌⁠‌

Director‍‌‌ Mok, on the⁠ other hand, had‍ brought a tray‌ full of dirt.⁠‌‌

No‌ rice.

No‌ side dishes.

Nothing.‌

Silently,‍‌ he extended several⁠‌ roots from his‌ body.

And⁠ carefully planted them⁠ into the tray.⁠‌

The‌⁠ end.

He‍ was simply sitting‍‍ there planting roots.⁠‍

‘I⁠‌‌ am definitely still⁠ human.’

And‌⁠ then there was Manager Myeon.

He‍‍ ate in the‍‌‍ most human manner.

If⁠ you ignored the‌⁠‍ detail of his⁠ seven faces.

Above⁠‍‍ the elegant collar‍ of his suit‍ were seven faces.⁠

He‌‌ fed each one‌ methodically while changing‍⁠ spoons.

Face‍⁠⁠ 1: rice.

Face‌⁠‌ 2: soup.

Face‍‍ 3: side dishes.‍

Face⁠⁠ 4: more rice.‍‌

Face‌ 5: more soup.‍‍

Face⁠ 6: observing the cafeteria.

Face‍⁠‌ 7: smiling at‌‌‌ me.

“Employee‌ Jeong, are you‍‍ enjoying the meal?”

asked⁠ the seventh face⁠ gently.

I simply nodded.

My⁠ tray contained a completely normal meal.

Fried⁠‍ egg.

Spicy‌⁠‌ pork.

Kimchi.‌‍

Soup.‌

Rice.

Nothing special.

And‌ yet—

“It’s delicious. Ah, I mean, it’s really‍ delicious.”

It⁠‌ truly was delicious.‌‌

It‌‌ was hot.

It⁠ wasn’t too salty.‍

The‌⁠‍ meat was tender.‌⁠

The‍⁠ rice had the‌‌ perfect texture.

The‍ soup slid smoothly‍‍ down my throat.‌

And⁠‌ something stirred inside⁠ me.

‘Ah…‍‍⁠ this is food.’⁠

My⁠⁠‍ stomach, which had⁠ gone days without‍ being properly fed,⁠ was finally receiving‍‍ real nutrients.

It‍ was telling me‍‌ that I was‌⁠ still alive.

I finished eating slowly‌ and quietly.

Around‌‌ me, food continued⁠ flying through the⁠‌ air.

Trays‌‍ continued being dumped‌ onto heads.

Dirt‍‍ continued covering tables.

And seven faces continued⁠‌ eating with the⁠‌ rhythm of perfect⁠ machinery.

But‍‍ during that meal—⁠

I was still human.‍

And that fact alone‌ was enough to‌‍ restore my desire‌ to live.

We finished lunch in‌‍⁠ silence.

And‌‌ headed back to‌‌ the elevator.

Supervisor‌‍ Shik arrived a moment later, releasing‍‍ another deep growl.‍‍

And the elevator became‌ completely packed once‌ again.

Half-crushed‌ beneath one of‍ his shoulders, I let out a silent sigh.

***⁠

After returning to the‌‌ office following lunch,⁠‌ the five of⁠ us prepared to⁠ head together to‍‌ the Extraction Room.⁠

It⁠ was the first‍‍ time.

There‌ was always someone⁠ who stayed behind‌ in the office.‍‍

Or‌‌‌ someone who left midway through.

But‍‌ today all of us would be‌‍⁠ participating.

It was obvious that‌ something important was‌ happening.

When‍‍ we reached the entrance to the⁠ Extraction Room, Manager⁠⁠ Myeon stopped.

As‌ always, his movements⁠‌‍ were slow and‍‍ precise.

One⁠ of his seven‍‌ faces.

More specifically, the one‍ positioned furthest to‍‌ the left.

Turned‌⁠‌ toward me.

And‍‍ a familiar, polite,⁠⁠‍ and tidy voice⁠ spoke.

“Employee‌‌ Jeong.”

I responded almost reflexively.⁠‍

“Yes,⁠⁠ Manager Myeon.”

“Today,⁠ three new dimensional‌‍ entities have arrived.”⁠⁠⁠

He‌‍‌ continued speaking slowly.⁠⁠

“The⁠‍ Broken Violinist.”

“The⁠ Portrait of a Dismantled God.”

“The‌‌ White and Chubby⁠‌ Furball.”

I heard those names‍⁠ and needed a moment before I could breathe again.‍

‘The⁠ Broken Violinist?’

An‍ entity that produces⁠‌‍ distorted sounds?

Or‍‌ a humanoid that uses its own‍ body as a bow?

‘The‌⁠ Portrait of a Dismantled God.’

A distorted sacred statue?⁠⁠

A metaphysical existence?

‘The‌ White and Chubby Furball.’

…What⁠ the hell is‌ that?

Suddenly,⁠ that name seemed⁠ ridiculously insignificant compared‌ to the others.‍

My⁠ mind worked at full speed.

From‌⁠ the names alone,‌ it was impossible‍⁠ to guess their‍ forms or natures.

But‌‌⁠ perhaps that was‍⁠ precisely the point.‍

One‌⁠ of Manager Myeon’s⁠⁠ faces slowly smiled.

There‌ was no pressure.‌‍

No‌ manipulation.

Only‌ the expression of‍ a boss asking⁠⁠ for a choice.‍

“Employee‌ Jeong.”

said‍ his fifth face softly.

“Which‌ of the dimensional⁠ entities do you⁠‍ believe would be‌ the most suitable?”⁠‍

I closed my lips‍ and slowly repeated⁠ the three names‍ in my mind.‍‍

The‍⁠ Broken Violinist.

The⁠ Portrait of a Dismantled God.

The⁠‌ White and Chubby‍ Furball.

One‍‌ of the three.‍‌

The‌⁠‌ monster I would‍ face today.

Between‌ excitement, fear, and‌ a vague anticipation, I slowly opened⁠ my mouth.

“I…”‍‍‍

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