There Are No Humans in the Monster Company — Chapter 9: When Your Superior Doesn’t Speak Your Language

Chapter 9: When Your Superior Doesn’t Speak Your Language

Supervisor Shik is an⁠‌ excellent employee.

That⁠‍‍ was the conclusion‍‍ I reached after‍‌ watching him carry‍ out extraction work‌ with the dimensional‌ entities inside the containment chambers.

The‌ problem was that the employee who⁠⁠ wasn’t very excellent‌ was me.

As‍ we toured Zone‌‌ B of the extraction room, I realized something.

Dimensional‍‍ entities truly came⁠ in all kinds⁠‌ of forms.

From‍‍ things that looked⁠‍ like simple monsters,‌ to completely ordinary‍ objects, and even‍‌ some that looked exactly like humans.⁠

“Hello?”‍

If‍‌ that human hadn’t‍‌ started crying tears⁠ of blood the⁠ moment it spoke‌ to me, I would have thought⁠ it wasn’t a dimensional entity, but‍⁠ an innocent person‌‌ unjustly imprisoned.

[It‌⁠‌ is lunchtime.]

After‌‌ how many extractions‍‌ had I already⁠ observed?

From the end of‌‍‌ the hallway came‌‌ a dry and‍‌‍ monotonous mechanical voice.‌⁠

Supervisor‍ Shik adjusted his clinking chains once‍ and then lightly‌‍ pushed me with‍ a touch.

Was⁠‌⁠ that affection? A way of hurrying‌⁠ me along to‍‌ leave? A warning?‌

I nodded purely on‍ instinct.

“Yes.‍⁠ Let’s… go eat.”⁠

The⁠ hallway was silent.‌⁠

The‌ sound of Supervisor Shik’s chains dragging⁠‌ across the hard⁠ concrete floor echoed⁠‍ at constant intervals.⁠

Clank—‌‌ clank—

I adjusted my footsteps‍ to the rhythm‍ of that sound.⁠

I didn’t want to walk ahead of him or lag‌ behind and create⁠‌ some strange misunderstanding.

Supervisor⁠‍ Shik said nothing.‍

Well,‌ yes, he did‍‌ speak.

The‌⁠‌ problem was that‌⁠⁠ it wasn’t human⁠‌ language.

“Grrrrrrrr…‌ hrrrng…”

I felt a tingling‌ sensation at the⁠ back of my‍ neck.

Supervisor Shik slowly turned⁠‍ his head toward‌ me.

Between⁠ the rough mane,⁠‌‍ those burning golden‌‌ eyes stared fixedly⁠‍ at me.

By⁠ reflex, I straightened‌‍ my posture and⁠ smiled with a face completely devoid⁠⁠ of soul.

“Yes.‍ I learned a great deal again⁠‌⁠ today.”

I said whatever came⁠⁠ to mind based⁠‌ on assumptions.

Smiling‌ wasn’t even my‌ decision anymore; my⁠ muscles simply moved on their own.⁠⁠‌

Then‌‍ Supervisor Shik bent‌ his knees.

Thud.‌‍⁠

That‍‍ body over two‌‌⁠ and a half‍ meters tall bent‍ halfway at the⁠⁠ waist and brought‍ its enormous face‌‍ closer to me.‌

His‍‍ breath carried a smell like rotten meat mixed with‌⁠ metallic dust.

“Grrrrrrrr…”

The⁠ deep growl made‌‌ my ribs vibrate.⁠

I didn’t understand what⁠‌ his intention was,⁠‌‌ but after staring‌ at me for⁠ a while…

Suddenly.⁠

Supervisor‌ Shik.

Lightly‍‌ bumped his forehead⁠ against my head.

Thunk.‌‌

“……”‍

Did‌‍ he really just‌‍ bump his head‍⁠ against mine? Did‍‍ I imagine it?‌‍ Did I lose‍ consciousness for a moment?

And‍ then that enormous‌ beast, like a giant wolf or‍ hyena, stuck out its tongue toward‍ my face.

And⁠ licked my forehead once.

“……Mm.”‌

I tried to inhale,⁠ and the air‌‍ caught in my⁠ throat.

The‌⁠ tongue was warm‍‍⁠ and viscous, leaving‌ behind a thin‍⁠ layer of saliva‍⁠ with an unpleasant‌‍‌ smell.

I stood frozen, blinking.‌

Supervisor‌‌ Shik looked down at me and‌ emitted a wordless‍‍⁠ sound.

“Grrng.”

Then he nodded in⁠ satisfaction and began‌‍ heavily walking again.⁠

I remained motionless for‍‌ about five seconds before following him⁠‌ with a body‌‌ stiff as a machine.

A chill ran through‌ my entire body as my brain‍‌ finally processed what⁠‌‍ had just happened.‍

‘Did‍⁠ my supervisor just⁠⁠‍ lick my forehead?’‍

The⁠‌ moment I thought⁠⁠ that, cold sweat⁠‌⁠ ran down my‍‍‍ back.

Denying‌‌ reality already felt⁠ like an impossible‌‍ luxury.

‘It‍⁠ was probably… a sign of affection…’‌

My⁠ supervisor, trying to‍ learn how to‌‍ interact with me.⁠‍‍

‘Good work, rookie.’

That⁠ must have been what it meant.‍⁠ Of course.

It’s⁠ not like he⁠ marked his food⁠ with saliva or‍‌ anything.

I pressed my lips‌ together and lowered my head.

I decided to believe⁠‍⁠ that the sticky‌ substance still on‌ my forehead was‍ simply a gesture‍‌ of affection from⁠ my monster supervisor‌‍ to commemorate the‍‍⁠ day.

We‍ continued walking silently‍ down the hallway toward the office.‍

Our⁠⁠ shadows covered the‍‌⁠ wall side by‍ side.

The⁠ height difference was⁠‌ more than seventy⁠⁠‍ centimeters.

One‌⁠ shadow completely swallowed‍ the other.

When‌⁠‍ the office door‍ opened, the now‍ familiar smell of⁠ terror spread through‍‌ the air.

“Oh,‌⁠⁠ you’re back already.”‌

Manager‍ Batori smiled softly‌⁠ while her red‌ eyes gleamed.

It‍‍ was a truly‍ beautiful smile.

Of‍‌‌ course, if you‌⁠ ignored the mouth⁠‍ protruding from her⁠ torn right shoulder.‌‍

It⁠⁠ seemed she still‍‌ hadn’t had lunch,‍ because she was⁠ slowly taking a tumbler out of her bag.

I had absolutely no‌ desire to find‍ out what the‌⁠ liquid sloshing inside⁠ was.

“You have a good‍ complexion again today,⁠ Jeong Haeil.”

“Yes,‌⁠ Manager Batori. You‌ also look very⁠ well.”

“It‌‍ seems Employee Jeong‌ is starting to‍⁠ adapt a little.⁠⁠ Even Supervisor Shik’s⁠ face looks more relaxed.”

Manager⁠⁠ Myeon’s seven faces‍ smiled one after another.

One⁠ pair narrowed their‌‌ eyes, another showed‍‌ a gentle smile,‍ and the others‍‍ merely raised the‍‌ corners of their‌‌ lips slightly.

“Grrrng.”⁠⁠

Supervisor‍⁠ Shik nodded heavily.‍

In⁠‌⁠ this space, he‍⁠⁠ was the one‌‍ speaking the most.‍‍‌

And‍‌⁠ yet, I couldn’t‌ understand a single‌‌ word.

“Shall‍‍ we go have⁠‌ lunch?”

“This⁠‌ body will go get a little fresh air.”

“Grrrk, grrng, grrrrrng.”

“Haha,‌‍‌ Employee Jeong, if‌‌ it’s too salty,‌⁠‌ please let me‍ know. We’ll adjust‌‌ it.”

Today,‌ just like always,‍‌ I nodded with⁠ the brightest smile⁠ possible and spoke carefully.

“Ah,‍‌ I don’t have‍ much of an‍⁠‍ appetite today.”

I had no appetite.‍

My‌⁠ digestive system still‌ hadn’t returned from‍ the extraction room.‍⁠

At‍‌ my words, Manager Myeon’s seven faces‍‍ showed different expressions.

Manager⁠ Batori crossed her⁠‌ arms and looked at me with‌⁠ a meaningful smile.‌

Assistant⁠ Manager Son slowly opened the fist he had for⁠⁠ a head and‍‌‍ asked.

“Could‍⁠ it be indigestion?”‌‍‌

“No, I’m fine. I think I ate ramen too late‍‍‌ last night.”

I smiled as naturally‍ as possible.

It‍ was a lie.⁠

Last night, I had⁠ fed on nightmares,‍‌ rattling chains, and⁠⁠⁠ the sounds of⁠ flesh tearing apart.⁠‍

Supervisor⁠‍⁠ Shik stared at‌ me for a moment and then⁠ rattled his chains‍‌ with a movement⁠⁠ before leaving first.⁠⁠

One by one, my⁠ superiors left the‌ office.

And⁠‍‌ I was left‌ alone.

Clack.‍⁠

The⁠ moment the door‍ closed, I felt‌‍‌ the strength leave‌ my knees.

“Ha……”‍

I returned to my⁠ desk, the farthest‌⁠ one in the‌⁠ empty office, and‍ collapsed into the⁠ chair.

With‍‍‌ the feeling that‌‌‌ the office was‍‍⁠ finally safe, I leaned my body⁠ backward.

When‍ my head touched‌⁠ the sunken backrest,‍‌ the tension gripping⁠‌ the back of‍ my neck slowly‍‌ faded.

‘Just‍‍‍ a little… just‌ five minutes…’

My‌ eyelids slowly closed and my entire⁠‍ body seemed to‍ melt into the‍‌ chair.

I didn’t know whether‍‌‌ it had been‍ fainting or simply⁠ sleep.

And‍⁠⁠ then, something cold‍⁠ touched my cheek.‌⁠

I opened my eyes on reflex.

“Uah!”⁠⁠

There‍ was a fist‍ in front of‍ me.

No,⁠⁠ rather…

Between⁠ the bent index‍⁠ finger and thumb‌‌ of the fist‍ serving as a head was holding⁠ an iced americano.‍

It⁠‌⁠ was Assistant Manager‌‍ Son.

More‌ precisely, Assistant Manager‍ Son’s head.

I desperately bit my⁠ tongue to suppress‍ the scream.

“You‌ shouldn’t skip lunch.‍ At the very least, you need‌‌ caffeine to stay‍‍⁠ awake.”

“…Thank‌‍ you, Assistant Manager⁠⁠ Son.”

I took the cup‌‍ with both hands⁠‌ while fiddling with‍ the straw.

The‍ moment I drank‍⁠ a sip, a reality colder than ice slid down my throat.

‘The‍‌ problem is that‌‍ this is coffee⁠ from the company vending machine…’

I had no idea⁠ what kind of‍ ingredients they used there, so I preferred not to‌‍ consume anything inside the company.

But⁠⁠ even so, I couldn’t forget to‍ thank him.

After‍‌‌ all, I knew‍‌ perfectly well that to my superiors,⁠‍⁠ I was literally‌ just a snack.⁠‌

In⁠‍ one corner of the office, Manager⁠ Myeon and Manager⁠⁠‍ Batori, who had already returned, were‍ conversing calmly.

While⁠⁠ listening from the⁠ side and watching⁠‍ Supervisor Shik growling while crouched in‍⁠⁠ the opposite corner,‌‌ several words began‌‍ dangerously catching my⁠ attention.

“The⁠⁠‍ control in the⁠⁠ restricted zone of‍ the Heterogeneous Disaster⁠ Management Department has become stricter. We‌‍ won’t be able to go on‍ missions for a while. We’ll have⁠ to work harder⁠ to meet the‍‌‌ quota.”

“You‍ mean the new‌ one with mismatched‍⁠⁠ eyes? He seemed‌‍ to have excellent‌ blood.”

“The‌ Withered King stirred‍‍‌ things up too⁠ much. It ended‍‌⁠ up becoming troublesome‍‌ for us.”

“Deputy‌‌⁠ Director Mok extended‍ his vacation. I heard he’ll continue⁠⁠ absorbing nutrients for a little longer.”⁠‌

The‌‍⁠ coffee got stuck in my throat.⁠

Even‍ so, deep down‍ I wished they⁠ were talking about⁠ office romances or‌⁠ where they would‌‍ hold the next‍ company dinner.

What‌ the hell was‍ the Heterogeneous Disaster‌ Management Department? What was that about⁠‌‍ mismatched eyes? And⁠‍ who the hell‌ was the Withered‌ King?

And‌ besides, nobody seemed⁠ to find it‍ strange that Manager⁠ Myeon outranked Manager Batori.

“Haeil-ssi,‌‍ you still haven’t‍ met Deputy Director‌ Mok, right?”

Suddenly,‌ Assistant Manager Son looked away from‌‍ the tablet and‌‍‍ asked.

“You‌‍‍ still haven’t met⁠ Deputy Director Mok?”‌

I set the cup‌ on the table‌ and nodded.

“Yes.‍ I heard he’s‍⁠ on vacation.”

“Correct.⁠ He’ll return soon.‌ He’s the last‌⁠ person left for‌‍ you to meet‌‍ from our Extraction⁠‌ Team 1.”

He‌⁠ nodded with his‍ fist-shaped head.

I spoke carefully.

“What⁠ is he like?”‍

“Mmm,⁠⁠ he has a very meticulous and strict personality. He⁠ always makes sure‍‍ to perfectly finish⁠ any task assigned⁠‌‌ to him. He’s⁠ kind, considerate, takes‍‍ great care of⁠‌ the team members,‌⁠ and always helps.”⁠

“I‌ see.”

He⁠ sounds like the‍⁠ ideal superior.

Well,‍‍ at least just‍⁠ from hearing about him.

Although‌⁠ I no longer‍ know exactly what‌‍ “good superior” means‌ in this company.

Come⁠ to think of‍⁠ it, Manager Myeon⁠⁠ is also a good boss… if⁠⁠‌ you ignore the⁠ fact that he has seven faces.‍

Manager‌ Batori is also‌ a good superior…⁠‍⁠ if you ignore‍‍ the fact that‌ her skin sometimes‌ splits open.

And‍‌ Supervisor Shik would‍ also be a good boss… if the issue of⁠‌ him not speaking⁠⁠‌ an understandable language‌ didn’t exist.

“Especially‌ you, Haeil-ssi. Since‌ you joined, you’ve‌‍ shown a very good attitude. Deputy‌⁠ Director Mok values⁠‍ that kind of⁠ thing a lot.”‌‌‌

“Yes.‍ Thank you. It’s⁠ all thanks to‌‌ you and the‌‌ other superiors, Assistant‍‍ Manager Son.”

“Ah,‌‌⁠ how modest.”

If⁠ I weren’t modest,‍⁠‍ I feel like⁠⁠ I wouldn’t leave‌ here alive.

I muttered that inwardly.‌⁠

And‍⁠ then, suddenly, I imagined something.

Deputy⁠‌ Director Mok.

If⁠‍ his surname is “Mok,” then maybe.‍

‘Doesn’t⁠ he have a neck?’

Instantly my brain began‌‍‌ automatically completing the⁠‍ image.

Funeral‌⁠ clothes.

No⁠⁠ head.

With‌⁠ the neck severed⁠ and open atop⁠⁠ the shoulders.

The‌ voice resonating from the abdomen.

Speaks‌ perfectly, but has‍ no mouth.

The moment I imagined‍⁠ that, the coffee‍⁠ tasted far too bitter.

“Cough.”

When‍‍ I awkwardly coughed,‍ Assistant Manager Son⁠ tilted his fist⁠‌‍ curiously.

I quickly shook my⁠ head.

“I-I’m⁠ fine. The coffee…‌⁠ is strong.”

“The‍ stronger it is, the better. You⁠‌ have to keep‍ your mind awake.”‍

“Haha,⁠‌ that’s true.”

Either⁠‌‌ way, when I meet Deputy Director‌ Mok, I’ll have‍‍⁠ to stay completely‌‍ sane or I’ll‍ end up rolling⁠ beneath the blankets‍ all night again.

‘What⁠ will Deputy Director‍ Mok be like…?’‌

I took another sip‌ of coffee while continuing to think.‍‌

After‍⁠‍ my experience here,⁠‍⁠ I naturally began‌⁠ suspecting that the⁠ employees’ surnames might‌ be related to⁠ Chinese characters or‌‌ puns.

Manager‌ Myeon surely uses⁠ the character for “face.”

After‌⁠⁠ all, he has seven faces.

With‌‌‍ Supervisor Shik, honestly,⁠‍ I have no‌‌ idea.

If⁠‍ I had to‌ guess, maybe it would be “eat.”‌

Or⁠ perhaps, like Assistant‌⁠ Manager Son, it’s‌⁠ simply an absurd⁠ pun.

Although‌‌ from the very⁠ beginning, I had‍‍ thought Manager Batori’s‍⁠‌ name sounded suspiciously‌‍‌ out of place.‍

‘And‍‌ considering how much⁠ she talks about‍ blood, she’s probably‌⁠ some kind of⁠ vampire.’

Then…‍‌

“Could‍⁠‌ Mok be tree?”‌‍‍

The sentence slipped out‌‌ of my mouth‍‍‌ before I realized‍‌⁠ it, and I shuddered on my⁠‌ own.

But⁠ thinking about it⁠ carefully, it wouldn’t⁠⁠ really be impossible‌‍ either.

In‌ this company, the⁠ chair I’m sitting‌‍ on could be‌ an employee and‌‌ the bathroom sink‍⁠‍ could be a manager.

Deputy‌ Director Mok could‍ be a tree-based‍ parasitic life form.

With‌‌‌ eyes growing from‌‍ the trunk.

Typing‌‌ with tender branches.‌⁠

Speaking‌⁠ through vibrations transmitted⁠ by roots.

And‌‌ feeding through photosynthesis.‌‌

My‍ mind had already‌ begun slipping toward‌⁠ very strange directions.‍

Sluurp.‍⁠

I silently drank the‍‌ rest of the⁠⁠ coffee.

And‍ shortly afterward, accompanied‍‍⁠ by the familiar sound of chains,‍ Supervisor Shik’s shadow‌ appeared once more.‌⁠

It‍ was time to return to the‌‍‍ afternoon work.

‘I⁠ guess resigning before‍ Deputy Director Mok’s‍‍ vacation ends won’t⁠ be possible.’

Thinking‌ that uselessly, I rose from my⁠‌ seat.

Supervisor‌‌‍ Shik’s heavy footsteps‌⁠ once again echoed throughout the office.‍‍

Those‌⁠ burning golden eyes⁠‍ glanced at me‌‍ sideways.

He⁠‍‍ still didn’t speak,‍ but somehow I felt that he‌⁠ had just said.‍‌

“Let’s⁠ go.”

I smiled.

The⁠‍ twisted corners of‍ my mouth had⁠ been functioning automatically‍ for a long‍ time now.

“Yes, let’s go, Supervisor⁠ Shik.”

Over⁠⁠ a reality more‌‍ bitter than coffee, Supervisor Shik’s footsteps‌‌ and mine overlapped.‍

The‌‌‌ now familiar sound‌ of chains and the vibration of‌‍‍ the hallway.

Let’s‍ go to the‍ extraction room.

Let’s‍⁠‌ go to the‌‌ containment chambers.

Let’s⁠ go toward the‌‍ dimensional entities.

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