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There Are No Humans in the Monster Company Chapter 5: Welcome to Extraction Team 1

Chapter 5: Welcome to Extraction Team 1

“Huhk…!”⁠‌​

I opened my eyes‍ gasping and saw⁠ a ceiling different​⁠​ from the office’s.‍‌​

A completely white ceiling,‍ illuminated by sterile​‌ lights and perfectly‌⁠⁠ clean, like a dried and stretched‍⁠ membrane.

It‍ looked suffocatingly cold.‍

I tried to get‌⁠ up instinctively, but​ at that moment‍ my arms, firmly‍ tucked beneath the⁠ blanket, resisted stiffly.​⁠‌

Something‌ was stuck in‍⁠‍ my wrist.

‘…Where‍⁠‌ am I?’

When‍ I slowly turned​⁠ my head, a place both strangely‌⁠ familiar and unfamiliar​‌‍ appeared.

A stretcher with medical​⁠ charts, shelves neatly⁠​‍ arranged with medicine,⁠ an immaculate white​ space, and even‍‍⁠ a small infirmary‍‍⁠ bed.

It⁠⁠ looked like a completely normal infirmary.‌

Except‍‌ for certain impossible​​⁠ things.

For‍ example, a jar⁠ with pulsating eyeballs‍⁠ inside.

Glass⁠ tubes glowing like⁠⁠ frozen black blood.​⁠

And​​ emergency equipment connected‍‌‍ to something beating‍‍​ like a heart.‍

My‌‍‌ gaze finally stopped⁠ at the end‍⁠ of the IV⁠⁠⁠ needle stuck in​‌ my arm.

The‌​​ liquid slowly flowing‍‌‍ through the tube‍ looked far from‍‍‌ a normal saline‍⁠‌ solution.

It⁠‍ was a murky‌ fluorescent green liquid.⁠

A crooked label was⁠‍ attached to it‌ that read.

“Vitality⁠ Potion (Industrial Use)”​‌

And‌ bubbles floated inside‌ the liquid, violently‌‍ boiling from time⁠‍ to time.

It​ looked very similar⁠⁠​ to the things‍​ I had seen‌ yesterday in that⁠ extraction room.

A chill ran down⁠ my spine.

I didn’t know exactly‍ what it was,‍​ but I was⁠⁠ absolutely certain it‍⁠ wasn’t ordinary saline.‍

“No…⁠ this can’t be.”‌‌‍

I grabbed the IV⁠​ tube with trembling​⁠⁠ hands.

My⁠ arm throbbed as‍ though trying to‌​ warn me while⁠⁠​ I forcefully pulled⁠‍‌ to rip it‍ out—

Shhk.⁠

The​‍ curtains suddenly opened,‍ shattering the silence.‍‍‍

And‌​ the thing that‌ appeared behind them​ wasn’t very human⁠⁠ either.

It​⁠ wore a white‍⁠ coat.

The‌ typical clean coat‌‍ of a hospital‍⁠​ doctor.

But‍‌‍ protruding from inside‌​‍ were dozens of​‍‌ black gelatinous tentacles.‍‍⁠

The⁠‍ tentacles slowly crawled⁠‍ across the floor.‌​‍

Some​‌⁠ held stethoscopes on​ their own.

Others‌ carefully cleaned sharp‌​​ metal forceps.

And‌ a few slithered‌⁠ while brushing against‍‍‍ the tips of⁠‍ my feet.

‘At​ least it dresses‍⁠‌ like a doctor.’​‍‌

In‍⁠ this damned company,⁠⁠ if something wears‌​​ a coat, it’s‍‍ a doctor, and​⁠⁠ if it wears‌‌ a tie, it’s‌‌ an office worker.​‌​

Apparently⁠ having too many⁠‌ arms or melted‌​‌ legs doesn’t affect⁠ job evaluations.

When​​ the creature slowly‍ lifted the sleeve​ of its coat,⁠‍ a bunch of​‍​ shiny flesh masses‌​ resembling tongues protruded‍​ from inside.

One⁠⁠ of them wriggled⁠‌ like a tongue‍​ and spoke.

“Pa-tient​​ awa-ke on his​‍​ o-own. Excellent reco-very.‌​​ Marvelo-us.”

Every⁠⁠​ time that tentacle-made⁠‍​ mouth pronounced words,​‌‌ the syllables warped‌‍​ like melting jelly.⁠

A voice filled with‍ an unpleasant sensation.‍

The⁠‍‍ grotesque doctor took‍​‍ another step toward‌⁠ me while making​⁠ wet and sticky‍⁠​ sounds.

Inside​‌ the coat, unknown⁠ organs and protrusions⁠‍‌ twisted around, producing⁠ repulsive noises.

“Reco-very​‍‍ confirmed. Enough rest.”⁠​

One‌​ of the transparent‍​ tentacles took the​ IV and skillfully⁠ removed the needle​‌ before pressing gauze⁠⁠​ against the wound.‍

It​⁠ had no gloves​ or fingernails.

Only‍​ a layer of​‌‌ mucus coating its​ surface, releasing a scent similar to⁠⁠ disinfectant.

“You​ are fine now.‌​​ You may return‌ to work.”

“Ah…‌ thank you, doctor…‌‍⁠ I suppose.”

Instinctively,‍‍ I ended up‌⁠ speaking to it⁠‍‍ respectfully.

The​ mere fact that‍⁠​ that mass of⁠ tentacles wore a white coat was⁠‌ enough to grant⁠ it a professional​⁠‌ title.

To‌⁠ survive in this‌‌⁠ company, intuition and​⁠ manners were mandatory.​

The‍ tentacle doctor seemed​ satisfied and lightly⁠⁠ waved one of⁠‌​ its tentacles.

I didn’t know whether​ that meant “goodbye”⁠ or “next time⁠⁠‍ we’ll meet during‌⁠​ lunch.”

Clack.‍‌

At‍​ that moment, the⁠ infirmary door opened‌​‍ and familiar footsteps‍ began approaching.

A firm walk.

And‌‍ an unpleasant sensation‍⁠‍ that was all‍ too familiar.

I automatically turned my​‍ head.

“Oh—‌⁠ you’re awake already,​‌ rookie?”

Hand​ Head.

Not‌‍ Assistant Manager Son.⁠

A large-built man dressed⁠ in a completely‍ normal suit.

But‌⁠​ when I saw⁠⁠⁠ the fist atop‍ his head opening‌‌⁠ and closing again,​⁠‌ a wave of‌​​ nausea ran straight‍ through my brain.‍‌

“You⁠ fainted, huh? Health‌ is important in​​⁠ this company too.”‍

“Ah…‍‍⁠ yes. I think⁠ I pushed myself⁠‌ too hard even​​ before coming here.‌⁠ I stayed up​ all night preparing​​⁠ to find employment…​​ but I’m fine‌ now.”

It⁠ was a surprisingly‍‍ natural and calm‍ lie even to⁠‌ myself.

Fear​‍ instantly turned me‌‍‌ into an actor.‌

The​‌ forced smile remained​‌ perfectly attached to​⁠⁠ my face.

“Hahaha,‍⁠ I see! Young​ people these days‍‍ really do work​ hard. I like​‍ seeing that hardworking‍‌ attitude!”

‘I⁠ don’t want praise‍‍⁠ from you….’

To​ begin with, how⁠ the hell did​‍‍ he even speak?‍‍‌

He⁠‌ had no mouth‍ or human head.⁠⁠

Where​‌ was the sound⁠ coming from?

When⁠​‌ I slightly turned‌ my head again,‍​ the hand serving‌‌​ as Assistant Manager⁠ Son’s head was‌‌ opening its fingers⁠‍ and slowly waving‍‌ them as if⁠‌ greeting me.

“The​‌‌ serum was special,‍‍ so you should⁠ already be full⁠ of energy. Let’s‌⁠ hurry, lunch break​ ended a while‍⁠‍ ago already. Manager‍‍ Myeon more or‌​ less handled the‌ morning work.”

“Yes.​ Thank you. I’ll‌‍ get ready immediately.”​‌

I carefully followed Assistant⁠‍‌ Manager Son out‌‌‌ of the infirmary‍⁠ while slowly getting​​ off the bed.‍⁠

My‌‍ legs were still‍‌⁠ trembling slightly, but⁠ I held myself⁠‍ together solely through‍ my determination not⁠ to faint a second time.

After​​ the tentacle doctor‍​ lightly patted my​‌ cheek with one⁠‍​ of its tentacles​ and left, I finally managed to‌‍​ leave the infirmary.⁠

Assistant⁠ Manager Son was⁠‌ already leaning against‌‌ the wall outside⁠​ the door.

The‌‍ fist atop his‌⁠​ head twitched again⁠‍ before speaking.

“What‍‍ a shame about​‍ lunch. Our cafeteria‌‌⁠ is excellent. The‌‍‍ menu is always‌​⁠ very fresh.”

No‍⁠ matter how much​⁠ I thought about​‍⁠ it, I seriously‍⁠ doubted that this‌‌⁠ company cafeteria served‌​‌ anything like fresh​ bibimbap or duck​⁠⁠ salad.

“Yes.⁠ What a shame.”‍⁠‌

“Or⁠⁠ maybe you’re the​‍ type who brings‍ homemade lunch like⁠​​ Manager Batori.”

“Yes.‌ Honestly, I prefer⁠​ bringing my own‍ food.”

The​‌ answer came out​⁠ automatically.

At​‌ the very least,‌ if I brought​ my own lunch,​ I’d have an‍ excuse not to⁠​ go to the‌ cafeteria with Hand‌‍ Head.

Upon⁠‌ hearing my response,⁠​ Assistant Manager Son’s‌‌ head made a clicking sound while‍⁠ one of his‌ fingers struck the⁠‍‌ thumb.

“That‌‌ explains it! Our​ rookie really is‍ diligent! Then let’s‌‍ finish work quickly‍ too.”

With‍ the sound of‌​ the infirmary door​‌ closing behind me,​⁠⁠ I once again‍⁠ advanced toward another‌⁠⁠ nightmare.

“By​‍ the way, Haeil…​‌⁠ what did you​⁠⁠ study?”

As​ he walked beside​‌ me, Assistant Manager‍‍​ Son continued slowly​‌ opening and closing​⁠⁠ the enormous hand‌​‌ he had for‍ a head.

Crack,⁠⁠‍ crk.

Every⁠ syllable driven into⁠‌⁠ my brain was‍⁠ accompanied by the‌​ sound of the‌⁠ joints in that‍⁠‍ fist twisting, like⁠‌ bones scraping against‍‍⁠ one another.

Every⁠ time that hand‌‌ slowly opened and‌ closed, I felt⁠ as though unfamiliar⁠ joints were creaking‌‌ inside my own​ body.

I never imagined the‌⁠ day would come⁠​ when a monster‍‍‌ would ask me‌‌ typical job interview⁠‌ questions.

“I⁠⁠ studied Psychology. But‍‍ I dropped out​‌​ of university when‍⁠⁠ I became a noncommissioned officer, so‍ technically I only‍‌ finished high school.”⁠⁠

I kept my head‍‌‍ slightly lowered to​⁠​ avoid making eye‍‌⁠ contact while responding.‌

Though⁠‍‌ of course, since‍‍ he didn’t actually​‌ have eyes, it‌​‌ really didn’t matter⁠‌‌ where I looked.‌​​

“Oh,‍⁠ what a peculiar‌⁠ background. And I like that you‍ studied Psychology. Mental​​ fortitude is quite‌⁠ important in our​​⁠ department.”

I was already feeling⁠‌ that down to‍‍ my bones.

Assistant‍​‌ Manager Son slightly‍‍ tightened his fist.‍‍

“Anyway,‌‍‍ you did well‍⁠⁠ joining our team.‍​⁠ Extraction Team 1 is quite a good department.”

“…Yes,‌​⁠ it seems that‌ way.”

I replied while trying​‍‍ to sound as​ sincere as possible.⁠‍

The​‌‍ fluorescent lights at‌‌ the end of‍​ the hallway flickered⁠​‌ faintly as we⁠ crossed that irregular‍ space.

The​ floor was impeccably⁠ polished, but on‌​⁠ the reflected surface,​‌ I felt as‍​⁠ though the shadow‌⁠ of someone who‍‍ wasn’t me was‌⁠‍ following behind.

Ignore⁠​ it.

Getting‌ used to it​⁠‌ is the only​ way to survive.​⁠‌

“Almost‍ everyone here is‍⁠ talented, and our​ team always has​‌⁠ the best performance.​‌‌ Of course, that‌ also makes some⁠⁠ people look at‌​​ us resentfully, but‌‍ properly extracting from‍‍‍ dimensional entities is⁠ impressive no matter‌​⁠ what.”

“Extracting…​‌ from dimensional entities?”‌​

“Yes.​⁠ You know, those‌⁠⁠ little buddies you‌⁠‌ saw yesterday during‍​⁠ the tour.”

Hearing‍‌ that unfamiliar word‌ again, I asked​ without thinking.

Assistant‌ Manager Son nodded.⁠

Or‌​‍ rather moved his​‍ wrist.

Whatever⁠‌ counted as nodding​ for him.

“We‍‌​ extract the energy‌ source from them.⁠ Most remain isolated‍ under control.”

Although⁠‍‍ saying “isolated under​ control” was pretty​ debatable considering I had made eye⁠ contact with them‌ and could even‍‍​ feel them on‍‍ my skin.

“The‌‍ work we do​‍ consists of drawing​​ a stable amount⁠‌‌ of energy every⁠​ day from those‍‌‍ isolated entities. It’s⁠ like milking cows,⁠​‌ I guess.”

“Ah….”‍‍⁠

“Sounds‌⁠ complicated, right? Don’t‌​ worry. We’ll teach⁠ you everything. Normally⁠ we also do⁠ field work, but​ lately we’ve been‌ resting a bit.⁠ The Anomalous Disaster‍⁠ Management Department has‍ been causing too​‌ much commotion.”

Faced‌ with that flood‍⁠ of incomprehensible terms,​‍​ I forced a smile.

“The‌⁠ extracted energy then‌​​ goes to the‌⁠ Refinement Team. There‌⁠⁠ they remove impurities,‍ and afterward they⁠​⁠ send it to⁠‌ the Fusion Team.‌⁠⁠ And the Fusion⁠‌⁠ Team uses that⁠ to….”

Assistant⁠ Manager Son lightly⁠ rubbed his fist.​​

The‌​‍ movement of that​⁠ palm without warmth​‌⁠ or sweat sent⁠⁠⁠ a chill down‌ the back of‌ my neck.

“No,​ there’s no need‍ to explain that​‌ much to you‍‍ yet. Do you​ have any questions?”⁠⁠

“Then…‌‌‍ the dimensional entities….”​‍‌

“Yes?”⁠

“No,⁠‌ it’s nothing. I was just curious⁠‌​ about how you‌‍ handle dimensional entities.”‌‌

As⁠⁠⁠ I swallowed the⁠ questions that kept‍ surfacing, I thought⁠​‍ about it.

The‍​⁠ baby monster from‍‌‌ Human Resources.

The‍‌‌ seven-faced Manager Myeon.‌​

Assistant⁠‍ Manager Son with‌‍​ the fist-shaped head.‌‍

The​ tentacle doctor from⁠​ the infirmary.

Why​ weren’t they considered‍⁠ dimensional entities, but‍​ employees instead?

They⁠‍ definitely resembled the⁠ absurd monsters I had seen yesterday‍ in the extraction‌‍​ room.

No,⁠ in fact they‍ were even more⁠​ grotesque.

But‍‍ they told me‌⁠‍ their names, held​ positions, carried conversations,​ and sometimes even⁠ laughed.

There‍‌​ was something different.⁠

Definitely⁠⁠‍ different.

But​‌‌ I couldn’t understand⁠‍ what it was.⁠‍

“We’re​​ here.”

Assistant​‍ Manager Son said.​​

I raised my head.‌

In​​‌ front of me‍‍‍ stood the heavy‍‌‌ metal door I had seen yesterday.​‍

The​‍ red letters reading‍‍⁠ “Extraction Room — Sector D” glowed​ faintly across it.‌‍

Beside‍​ the door was⁠‍ a scanning panel⁠‌ large enough to​‌ accept something much​‌ bigger than Assistant​‌ Manager Son’s palm.⁠‍

The‍⁠ assistant manager tilted‍‍‌ his head and⁠ pressed his head​ against it.

That​ is, his hand.​‌

Beep—‌‍

An‍⁠⁠ absurdly cheerful electronic​ tone sounded, and​ the door slowly​‍ opened.

“Welcome,‍⁠‌ rookie. This is‌‌‌ the place where‌​‌ we’ll spend most​⁠​ of our time⁠ working.”

I stepped inside the‍ extraction room.

It⁠‌​ was a space‌ with a strange‍​‍ texture, as though⁠‍ metal, glass, and⁠‌​ organic flesh had‍ been mixed together.⁠​

Countless⁠​‍ isolation chambers lined‌‍ the walls.

And‌‍‍ inside them, indescribable‌​‍ creatures continued writhing.‍‌

All‌ of them had⁠‍‍ different forms.

Some‍⁠​ floated in the‌‌​ air, pulsing like‌ gigantic hearts.

Others‍​ combined bones, fur,‍⁠ and blood vessels​‍ while reproducing themselves​ and muttering something‍‌​ incomprehensible.

And​‍ others rolled across​‍‍ the floor in​ states impossible to‍ distinguish between liquid‍ and solid while‍​ constantly destroying and⁠‍‍ reconstructing their own‌‍ structure.

Each‌ isolation chamber was‌‌‌ connected to complex​ tubes, and through‍​‍ them a reddish,‌⁠ viscous liquid was‍ being pumped.

All‌‌ of that liquid⁠​​ eventually gathered inside‍⁠ an enormous transparent⁠‌ tank positioned in⁠ the center, where​​​ it concentrated and​ churned as though⁠ it were fuel…‌​
or blood.

This⁠​​ was the extraction‍‍ site.

And‌ those things were‍⁠ the dimensional entities.​‌

The​ place where I would work.

The‌‌‍ work I would‍​⁠ have to do.‍​‌

The⁠⁠‍ dizziness struck me⁠​‍ again.

My​‍‌ vision wavered and‍‍ the world began​ to sway.

And⁠‍ then something strange‌​ crossed my field⁠ of vision.

‘…What​​​ is that?’

That​‍​ was when I saw her.

In⁠‍ the middle of‌⁠ that extraction room‍​ overflowing with grotesque⁠ monstrosity stood a person.

She​⁠‌ wore a white‍‍ coat.

Her‌ long, completely white‍⁠ straight hair fell‌⁠‍ to her waist.‍​‌

On​​​ her skin, so​​ pale it looked⁠‍ transparent, not a single blood vessel‍⁠‌ could be seen.​‍‍

Her​ eyes were a deep ruby red,‌⁠⁠ yet carried an‍ inexplicable sadness and​ emptiness.

Cold.​‍⁠

Beautiful.‍​

I exhaled unconsciously.

Her‍​⁠ appearance was so‌ perfect that even‌‌ looking at her‌​‌ felt disrespectful.

It​‍⁠ was as though‌⁠​ she gathered all‍‌ the beauty in​​​ the world into⁠⁠ a single existence.​​

Her​‍ mere presence resembled‍​​ a mirage of⁠ salvation.

A balance.

The⁠ fact that there‌ was a living‍‌ person there and‌⁠ moreover, someone so​⁠ noble and dignified​⁠​ just that alone‍ made something inside​⁠ me collapse.

My⁠ legs began trembling.​

“…Haeil?”⁠‍​

I heard Assistant Manager‌ Son’s voice beside‍ me, but it‍ sounded distant, like‍‍ an echo inside‌⁠ an enormous water‍ tank.

I only looked at​⁠​ her.

She‍ didn’t even turn‍ toward me.

She‌​‌ simply stood in‌​⁠ front of a gigantic isolation chamber⁠ calmly reviewing some‌⁠ sort of record.​‍⁠

It⁠ no longer mattered⁠‌ what she was‌​ doing.

At‍⁠ least in this⁠‌​ moment, I felt⁠⁠‌ overwhelmingly relieved by​ the mere existence‍ of that woman.‍⁠⁠

And‌⁠​ exactly three seconds​‌⁠ later, that feeling‌⁠ was shattered to⁠ pieces.

“You’ve​​ arrived. You’re quite‌​‍ late.”

She⁠ spoke without even⁠⁠ turning her head.⁠

Her​‌‍ voice was beautiful⁠⁠​ and clear, like​⁠ jade beads rolling⁠‌ across glass.

But‍⁠ behind the tablet⁠ she was holding,​‌‍ something red began​⁠ dripping.

Drop.‍​

Drop.⁠

It‌‌‌ wasn’t ink.

It‌ was the metallic‌ smell of blood.⁠

“Ah,⁠ Manager Batori. The‌‌ rookie fainted this‌ morning. We took‍​⁠ him to the‌⁠​ infirmary to put‌​‌ him on an‌‌​ IV.”

At‌ Assistant Manager Son’s​ report, she slowly⁠​ turned her head.‌‌

Skin‌ white as porcelain.⁠‌

Red⁠​​ lips.

A perfect face.

But‍ the instant my‍‌​ eyes caught the⁠ red stain around‍⁠ her lips—

Riiip.⁠⁠​

With‍​‌ a nauseating sound,⁠‍ her cherry-like lips​‌ split open all‍‌‍ the way to⁠ her ears.

The⁠⁠‍ skin tore apart,‌‍‌ revealing sharp shark-like‌‍⁠ fangs and a gigantic red maw.⁠⁠

All‍ the beauty from⁠‍ before vanished.

In​‌‍ front of me⁠‍ remained only the⁠ monstrous mouth of‌ a predator.

“Hooh…⁠ So this child‌‌​ is the new⁠‍​ member of my‍​ lineage you were‍ talking about?”

Between​‍​ her torn lips,‌ a tongue as‌​‍ long as a serpent’s slowly slid​ out and licked​ the red liquid‍⁠⁠ around her mouth.‍

‘Ah…….’‌

I had truly felt‍⁠​ relieved.

Because‍‌‌ I thought I wasn’t insane.

Because‍​‍ I believed I had seen a noble existence.

But‍⁠ the moment those⁠ beautiful cheeks split‍ apart, I felt⁠⁠⁠ as though I had seen the⁠ true nature of⁠‌ an angel hidden⁠‍ behind the mask​‍ of the Bible.‍⁠

The​ beauty was a lie.

And‌​​ the truth melted​‌⁠ my spinal marrow‌​‍ from my feet​⁠ upward.

While⁠‌‌ staring at that⁠ grotesquely torn face,‍ the only thing‍ I could do‍⁠ was desperately cling‌‍ to my consciousness‌‍‌ so I wouldn’t‍​ faint from fear.⁠​‌

Her‌⁠ elegant voice carried‌ a soft metallic​ tremor, like an⁠‌ old classical music‌ record playing on‌ an antique gramophone.⁠‍‍

“You​ really do seem​⁠ very fragile. Such‍ a miserable and​‌ repressed face. The​​⁠ taste of your⁠​ blood… no, your​​​ expression… is extremely‍‌​ delicate.”

There⁠⁠‍ was something strange‍ in the way​‌‌ she spoke.

She‍ was definitely smiling.‌

But​‍‌ it was the‌ smile of a beast licking its‍‍⁠ lips before eating.⁠‌⁠

I stood completely frozen.‌‍

The‌‌ certainty that I had found a human being shattered​⁠‍ into pieces with​ every word she‍ spoke.

“So…‍⁠​ you are Jeong⁠‌ Haeil, correct?”

Creak,⁠‌ creak.

Beneath​⁠‌ the elegant curve​‍‍ of her neck‍​‌ came the sound‌​‍ of vertebrae turning⁠⁠‌ like gears.

Her‍​​ head twisted grotesquely‌‍ nearly one hundred⁠​​ and eighty degrees⁠ to look directly​‍​ at me.

I felt a horrible‍ dizziness, as though‌‍‍ I were staring‍ at an unfocused​​⁠ world.

“I’ll⁠‌ remember you. Now​‍ that you’ve become​​ a member of‌‍ my lineage, I hope you survive‍⁠⁠ for a long‌⁠⁠ time.”

Those‌‍⁠ words were not⁠‍‌ encouragement.

They⁠‌ were a prophecy.​

A curse, or perhaps‌‌‌ simply the desire‍‍‌ of a gourmet‌‍​ contemplating fresh blood‍​​ before tasting it.​

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