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I’m a Young God, Won’t You Raise Me? Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Countless‌ red dots covered‍ my white containment​⁠‌ uniform.

The‍​⁠ moment the order‌‌‍ to open fire​‍​ was given, I would immediately be‍​‌ turned into a sieve.

Now‍ was precisely the​​ time when I needed Samra’s cooperation.‌‌

I moved only my​​ eyes to look‍⁠ at him.

Unlike‍​‍ the usual Trial​ Response Agency uniforms,⁠‌ Samra wore a white uniform.

That​ uniform, which distinguished‍‌⁠ him as a special existence, stood‌ out even more⁠‌ because everyone else‌‌ was dressed in​ dark colors.

Samra‍‍ placed a hand​⁠‌ on my shoulder.⁠‍

He⁠⁠ even gave me‍ a couple of⁠⁠ gentle pats, as‌ if trying to⁠‌ demonstrate that it⁠‍⁠ was safe to​‌⁠ touch me.

“Mr.⁠‍⁠ Han Goyo is‌⁠ human.”

Samra’s‌‍ declaration caused an⁠⁠ obvious commotion.

At​⁠ that moment, the‌‌‌ barrier formed by‍‍ uniforms split in‌​‌ half, and a gray-haired man walked​ out from the​​ center.

The‍ moment I saw⁠ the uniform covered‌‌ in medals, I immediately understood who​ he was.

It​​ was Jang Seokyun,‌ Director of the‍ Trial Response Agency.‌‍

Despite‌‍⁠ being over sixty‍⁠ years old, he‌‌‌ still maintained a robust physique.

There‌ was an unmistakable‍⁠ strength in the‍‌​ eyes beneath his⁠‌ thick eyebrows.

I hurriedly greeted the​‌‍ highest authority present.⁠‍

“It⁠ is an honor‍ to meet you,‌​ Director. I am‍‍⁠ Han Goyo.”

If⁠⁠ I could have,⁠​ I would have​​​ bowed ninety degrees.​

But‍‍ I felt that​ if I moved‍ suddenly, I would‍‌ end up full​⁠ of holes, so‌‍​ I barely managed⁠⁠‍ to greet him⁠ with my eyes.‌​​

After‌⁠‍ receiving my greeting,‍ Jang Seokyun smiled‌ meaningfully.

“This‌⁠ is our first‌‌ meeting, yet you​​ already know my‌​‍ face. That’s fairly‌​​ confidential information, by⁠​ the way.”

And‌⁠ he began walking‍‍ straight toward me.​‍

“Director!”⁠​‍

Several⁠​ people hurriedly tried​​ to stop him,‍ but Jang Seokyun‍ ignored them.

“Didn’t⁠⁠ you say he’s‍‌‌ human? Besides, Samra⁠ is here.”

When​‌⁠ he arrived in‍‌‌ front of me,⁠‍‍ he greeted me.‍​‌

“Nice‌‍ to meet you.‍ I’m Jang Seokyun.”⁠

Then‌ he looked me​ over carefully.

“A‍​‌ handshake, hm. That‌‌​ seems difficult.”

The⁠‍ containment uniform kept⁠‍ both of my⁠⁠ arms immobilized, making⁠ it impossible to‍ shake his hand.‍

Trying‍​​ to emphasize that​​‍ I was a completely harmless human​ being, I smiled‍ with all the‍​‍ innocence I could‌ muster.

“I⁠ apologize for not​‌ being able to⁠‌​ greet you properly.​‌⁠ If you don’t‍ mind, could I ask that the⁠‌ sniper rifles be​ withdrawn?”

With‌⁠ a gesture from⁠‍ Jang Seokyun, many​ of the red​‍‌ dots disappeared.

However,​ the lasers aimed‍ at lethal areas‌‍ such as my‌⁠⁠ head and heart‍ remained.

Even​ though Samra had​⁠‍ guaranteed that I was human, that‍ did not change​ the fact that⁠ I was still​ suspicious.

Even⁠​ so, it was‌ much better than‌​ before.

“Thank⁠​ you.”

“Haha.‍⁠⁠ I’d like to‍ remove them all,​ but I suppose‌⁠ I’ve grown fearful‍‍​ with age. I hope you can‌​ understand, young Goyo.”‌

“Of​ course.”

I smiled while remaining​ completely tense inside.‌

Jang⁠‍ Seokyun seemed like​ a kind person.‍​‍

But‌ in reality, he​‍‍ was frightening.

He​‍⁠ was someone who​‌ devoted his life​‍‍ to the country‍ and the Trial‍‍ Response Agency, and​ firmly believed that​​​ some sacrifices were⁠‍‍ inevitable in the​‌ name of justice.⁠​

And‌‍ if I was​ unlucky, I could‍⁠‌ become one of⁠‌ those inevitable sacrifices.⁠⁠

“From​​‍ what I see,​⁠​ you were a professional player.”

“…Yes.”‌

“An​ impressive young man.‍‌ How did you⁠‍‍ end up in​⁠ a situation like⁠​ this?”

If​‍⁠ I was going​‍ to play my⁠​⁠ most important card,​⁠ I had to​​‌ do it now.‍‌

All‌⁠⁠ the important people‍ in the Trial‌ Response Agency were​ probably gathered here.⁠​​

I needed to convince‍ them that I could be useful.‍⁠‌

No.‌‌

More​​ than useful.

I had to prove⁠ that I was‌‌ indispensable.

“Director.”​​​

“Hm?”⁠

“Please‍​ let me live.”‍

Those‍‌ words seemed to‍ take him completely‌⁠⁠ by surprise.

Jang​‌‍ Seokyun let out​​ a loud laugh.‍⁠

“Hahaha!”​‍‌

And‍⁠ asked between laughs,‍‌‍

“Why‍⁠⁠ should I let​ you live?”

I looked at all​​ the members of​‌​ the Trial Response​‌​ Agency and declared:​‍‍

“I‌‍ will achieve three‌⁠ True Endings in‍​ one month.”

If‍‍ I had been‌ able to move‌⁠‍ my hands, I would have held⁠ up three fingers⁠⁠⁠ to accompany my‍‌‍ words.

Please,‌‌ Director.

Just‌‌‍ let me live.‍​⁠

I looked at him​ with eyes full⁠ of determination.

It‍‍⁠ was a calculated‍ gamble.

In​​ any case, I had to enter⁠ Trials to keep‌​ my limbs.

If⁠ Jang Seokyun accepted‍​ me here, I could receive the‌‍‍ support of the​​ Trial Response Agency⁠ while facing them.‌⁠​

And​‍ if there was⁠ one thing I knew about him.‍

It‌ was that he‍‌‌ would never reject⁠‌ a proposal like‌ that.

Jang‌‍‍ Seokyun was no⁠‌​ longer smiling.

He⁠​‌ looked at me‍ with eyes as⁠‍ fierce as a tiger’s.

“So⁠ what you’re saying‌⁠‌ is that this⁠‍​ wasn’t simple luck?”‍​

“That’s​‌⁠ right.”

“Samra.”‌

“Mr.⁠​‍ Han Goyo’s words‌⁠‍ are true. He⁠ possesses the ability‍ necessary to fulfill‍‍ that proposal.”

Samra​‍ met Jang Seokyun’s⁠‍ gaze without hesitation.⁠

“Furthermore,‍‌‍ Mr. Han Goyo’s​‍​ identity has been​ verified.”

His‌​ gaze was strange.‌‍

Although​ he appeared human⁠‍ on the outside,‌⁠‍ his eyes made​⁠ no attempt to‍ hide that what‌​⁠ lay within was‍ a machine.

“This‍​‌ is the judgment‍⁠ of Samra Man-Sang‍‌ of the Trial​​‌ Response Agency.”

When‌​ Samra finished speaking,‌ a heavy silence‌‍ fell over the​‍​ area.

No‌‌ one seemed to‌‍‌ have imagined that​ Samra would defend‌‌ me so openly.‌⁠

“Well.”‍⁠‌

Jang‌​ Seokyun spoke after⁠⁠ a long moment.‍‌‌

“At​⁠‍ my age, very​‌ little surprises me​ anymore. But you‌​ certainly make this‍‌‍ old man’s heart​‌​ rise and fall,​​ young Goyo.”

He​‍ raised a hand.‌‍

All⁠‌‌ the laser sights⁠ aimed at me‌⁠​ disappeared completely.

I let out a long sigh of‌⁠ relief inwardly.

I survived.

“Let’s‍ talk somewhere quieter.​​ Follow me. Samra,‌ you too.”

Jang‍‌ Seokyun turned around‌ and began walking⁠ ahead.

But‌‌⁠ I could not⁠⁠⁠ follow him.

The‌ containment uniform also‍‍ immobilized my legs.‌‍⁠

I needed to be‌ transported in a wheelchair or something‌​ similar.

“Director.”⁠⁠

Samra‌‍ called out quietly.⁠​

“Ah.”‌

Jang​ Seokyun finally noticed​​ my situation.

“That​ was my oversight.​⁠​ My apologies.”

And‌‌ he authorized that⁠​‍ I be given​​‌ a change of⁠⁠ clothes.

At‍‍​ last I was‌‌ free from the⁠​ containment uniform!

When‌​ they handed me​ a comfortable tracksuit⁠​ like the ones‍‌ Trial Response Agency⁠ soldiers wore during​​ training, I nearly‌‌‍ became emotional.

‘I’ll‍​ behave myself from‌⁠​ now on.’

I never wanted to‌‌​ wear that uniform‌​‌ again.

After​‍ changing clothes, I sat beside Samra‌​⁠ in the Director’s​​⁠ office.

The‌ office I had⁠‌‍ visited in the‌‌ game through pixel‍‍ graphics was exactly‌ the same as⁠​​ the real one.⁠​

Even⁠‍ the decorative plant⁠‌ was placed in⁠​⁠ the same location.⁠

It‌‍ looked like an‍‍ exact copy.

Just​​‍ how much did‌‌ the Developer know?‌‌

The‌ more I thought‍ about it, the⁠ less likely it​⁠ seemed that a human being could‌‌ have created something⁠​⁠ like this.

“Young​‌​ Han Goyo.”

Jang‍‌ Seokyun, who had‌⁠‌ been looking outside‌ through the window⁠​​ with his hands‌ behind his back,​ turned toward me.‌

“Do​⁠‌ you know the‌⁠ purpose for which​ the Trial Response⁠ Agency was founded?”⁠‌⁠

I did.

But​⁠ I pretended not​ to.

“I‍‍ don’t.”

“It‌ is a national‌‍⁠ institution responsible for⁠⁠ responding to disasters​ and national threats‍ caused by higher-level​ entities.”

Jang‍‌‌ Seokyun’s voice was‍‌​ calm.

“We‍ considered you, Mr.⁠‍ Han Goyo, to‌‍‌ be a higher-level⁠ entity. In other⁠‌ words, a national‍ disaster. Although it​​​ has now been⁠‌⁠ confirmed that you‌ are human, that‍ judgment has only‌ been suspended.”

Suspended.​​

That‌‍ meant it had​ not been completely‍‌⁠ withdrawn.

And,‌ honestly, I could‌⁠ understand it.

No‍‌⁠ matter how much‍ Samra insisted, I was still suspicious.‌‍​

“In‌ any case, it‌⁠ seems you truly‌‌ are someone special.​⁠⁠ This is the‌‍‌ first time I’ve‍⁠ seen Samra so⁠⁠ clearly take someone’s‌ side.”

A playful smile briefly⁠‍⁠ appeared on his​‌‍ face before disappearing.⁠

“Can‍‌ you really achieve‌‌⁠ True Endings?”

“If‍ you place your⁠ trust in me,‌ I won’t disappoint‍ you.”

Jang‍​ Seokyun looked at‌‌‍ me for a long moment.

“You​ remind me of​‌ myself when I was young.”

Was⁠ that a compliment?‍

After‍ thinking about it⁠ for a few‌‌‍ seconds, I replied,‍⁠

“Thank‌⁠ you.”

My⁠⁠ response seemed to‍​​ amuse him.

Jang​​ Seokyun let out‍⁠ a brief laugh⁠ and picked up⁠‍ a folder resting⁠​‍ on the desk.⁠​

“The​​ number of Trials‍‍‌ continues to increase.​‍​ But the number‍ of Compatibles capable⁠​ of facing them‌ is desperately insufficient.⁠ And permanent closures⁠‍‍ are even more‌⁠‍ out of reach.”​‍‌

There⁠‌ was a faint‌ sense of helplessness⁠​⁠ in his voice.​‌

The​‌‍ helplessness of someone‍ trapped in a swamp where no⁠ matter how hard​ they struggle to⁠‌​ escape, things only‌​‌ continue to worsen.‌

“We‍‌‍ live in an‌ era that needs⁠‌​ heroes.”

He‍​‌ said it as‍​ if it were‌​‌ a light joke.‌

But‌⁠​ it was desperate‍‍⁠ sincerity.

“No​​⁠ matter what exactly​ you are, Mr.‌⁠‍ Han Goyo, if‌ you can reduce‍‌ even a single‌⁠⁠ Trial in this‌‌ country.”

Jang⁠‍⁠ Seokyun handed me​ the folder.

“Then‌​‌ I will give‍ you all the‍​‍ support within my⁠​ power.”

“I‌​​ will do my‌⁠‌ best.”

I replied respectfully as‌ I accepted the‌⁠‍ folder.

The‍‌ deal was sealed.‌‍

As‍​​ Director of the‍​‌ Trial Response Agency,⁠ Jang Seokyun issued‌‌‍ an order.

“From‍‌ this moment onward,​‌ a Special Mission​⁠ Team will be⁠ formed directly under⁠‍⁠ the Director’s authority,‌ centered around Mr.‍ Han Goyo. Its​ duration will be‍‌ one month. Mr.⁠⁠‌ Han Goyo will​​​ be assigned alongside⁠​ all Field Response​ Team leaders. In​⁠ addition, Samra will‍‍ be assigned as‍‌ support.”

At⁠⁠ the assignment order,‌ Samra performed a flawless military salute.​​

I felt somewhat dazed.​​

I hadn’t expected them‍ to simply send⁠⁠⁠ me alone into​‍​ Trials.

But‍ I also hadn’t‍ imagined they would​ create a special‍ team exclusively for​​ me.

And⁠‌‍ not just any​ team.

All​ field response leaders.‍​

Plus‌ Samra as support.‌⁠⁠

It​‌ was a unit‌⁠⁠ composed of the​ finest talents in‍‍⁠ the entire Trial‍‍ Response Agency.

“And‍ regarding Mr. Han‍⁠ Goyo’s status…”

Only​‍ then did I open the folder‍‍ I had been‌‌⁠ given.

“He‌​‌ will be a recruit.”

Inside​ was an official​‍​ Trial Response Agency‌ recruit contract bearing​‍​ the Director’s personal⁠‍​ seal.

“As​‌ long as you​​ are a recruit,⁠ you will live‍⁠‍ within the Agency‍​‌ and remain under‍‌ our protection.”

Jang‍‌⁠ Seokyun smiled kindly.‍

“I’m⁠‍ counting on you,‍⁠‌ Recruit Han.”

And‍‌ that was how‌⁠ I became a recruit of the​‍ Trial Response Agency‌‍⁠ for a period‌⁠‍ of one month.​‍‌

***​‌‌

I stood in front⁠​ of a mirror,⁠​ awkwardly adjusting my⁠ sleeves.

The‍​​ dark blue uniform‍ with silver trim⁠⁠ looked elegant and​​‍ refined.

Normally,‍⁠ it was supposed⁠ to be worn​​ with a cap‍ and gloves to​​ be complete.

But​ aside from official​⁠​ events, most people​​⁠ only wore the⁠‌‌ uniform itself, so‌⁠⁠ I did the‌‍‌ same.

I never imagined I would end up​‌​ wearing a Trial‌‌ Response Agency uniform.⁠‌

Neither‍‍ the existence of‌ Trials in the⁠‍‍ real world.

Nor⁠⁠ the fact that‍⁠ I had become‍‌⁠ a recruit of⁠ the Agency.

None‍‍‌ of it felt⁠⁠ real.

As⁠‌‍ a temporary one-month​⁠ recruit, I had‌ spent the previous‍ night asleep in‍‍ what was officially​⁠ called accommodations, though‌‍⁠ it was really​‍​ an isolation cell.‍​

It‍ was a small‍⁠ studio with a private bathroom.

More‌ than enough for​‍ one person to‌​ live in.

I had collapsed from‍ exhaustion.

When‍ I woke up,⁠ it was already⁠‌ morning.

I ate the breakfast‌ served on a tray and then‌‌ put on the⁠‍⁠ uniform hanging in​​ the wardrobe.

Afterward,‌‌​ I waited for⁠‌‌ the person who​‌ would come to⁠⁠‌ pick me up.‌⁠

Everything‌ felt like a dream.

I spent quite a while staring at‌ my reflection before⁠⁠​ knocks on the‌‍ door brought me‌ back to reality.⁠

The⁠⁠ heavy metal door​⁠ opened.

And‍‌⁠ the moment I saw who had⁠​⁠ entered, I quickly‌ bowed.

“Good⁠ morning.”

“Yes,​‌​ Mr. Han Goyo.‌‍ I’m Kwak Hanmuk.”‍⁠

Kwak‌ Hanmuk opened the‌ door wide and‌ then bowed ninety‌ degrees toward me.‍

Without‍ meaning to, we‌⁠‌ ended up exchanging​⁠ bows.

I hurriedly stopped him.‌

“You‌ don’t need to‌​‌ be so formal.‍‌⁠ I’m much younger‌‌‌ than you. You⁠⁠‍ can speak comfortably‍⁠​ to me.”

“Oh,‍​ really? Then you​‍ can call me​⁠‍ hyung too.”

Now​ I was getting⁠⁠ nervous for an‌ entirely different reason.⁠​

“How‍‌ about I give‌⁠ you a nickname?‌ Was it Al-bam?”​‌⁠

It​⁠​ was Gunbam…

“You​ can just call​⁠ me Goyo.”

The⁠​‍ idea of someone‍ calling me Gunbam‌ or Al-bam in⁠‍​ person was pretty⁠ embarrassing, so I tried to correct​⁠​ him discreetly.

“It‌ must be because‌⁠⁠ of your height,‍‌​ but the uniform‍ suits you very‌​ well.”

“Thank⁠⁠‍ you.”

“Hmm.⁠ You’re much more‌‍⁠ normal than I expected. Don’t you‌ think so, Captain‌‌ Mo?”

Then​ a figure appeared​​ behind Kwak Hanmuk.⁠‍

Mo​ Haein.

She‍​ had arrived with​⁠‌ him, but his​⁠ huge frame had⁠​‍ completely hidden her.‍‌

“Good‌ morning, Captain.”

I bowed respectfully just‌​‍ as I had‍ to Kwak Hanmuk.⁠

Mo‌⁠‍ Haein remained silent​‍​ for a few‌​⁠ moments.

I tensed up slightly.​‍‌

After​⁠ all, our last‍⁠​ interaction had not‌‍​ ended particularly well.⁠

‘After‍‌​ showing her a head exploding right⁠⁠ in front of‍‍ her.’

Mo⁠ Haein looked at‍‌ me with an‌‌​ expression that was⁠ difficult to interpret.‍

Finally,‌​ she nodded once.​‌​

“I‍‍⁠ look forward to⁠​⁠ working with you‍⁠‌ this next month,‍ Recruit.”

Only⁠ then did my​ shoulders relax.

Without​‌ realizing it, I had been tense‍⁠ the entire time.⁠

I smiled slightly.

“Likewise.”‍⁠⁠

The​ two of them‌​‌ took me to​​ the Special Mission‌‍ Team office.

It​‌ wasn’t very far‍ from my accommodations.​

However,‌ throughout the entire​ walk, I felt‍‍ countless eyes fixed​⁠ on me from⁠ every direction.

I would have liked⁠‌‌ to use the​ opportunity to tour⁠ the Trial Response‌⁠​ Agency building.

But⁠ it seemed that‌​ for some time,‌ I would have‍ to limit myself‌ to staying confined⁠‌ to my room.‍‍⁠

The​‌ Special Mission Team‌‌​ office had been⁠‍ created only a day earlier.

It‍ was still somewhat‌‍ disorganized.

There‍‍ were unopened boxes⁠ stacked in various‍‍ corners.

And‍ in the center⁠⁠ stood a huge⁠⁠‍ round table.

However,‌‍‌ the lounge area‌‌ was perfectly equipped.‍‍​

There⁠​ were massage chairs.‍⁠

Foldable​ beds.

Sofas.‍

Even​ video game consoles.​

Along⁠‌‌ with clearly expensive⁠⁠ snacks, a refrigerator,​ and an espresso‍‌‍ machine.

But‍‍ something was strange.‍⁠

The⁠​⁠ things that should‌ normally have been‌​​ there were missing.‌‍

There‍‌​ was no conference⁠ room.

No‍​ projectors.

No⁠ computers.

No‌​⁠ office desks.

As​ I tried to⁠​⁠ understand why, I saw an android​​ emerge from the‌ lounge carrying a tray with coffee​‌ and snacks.

And‌‍⁠ then I understood.‍

Ah.⁠

Samra.⁠

Since​ the supercomputer would⁠‌ handle all administrative⁠ work, the human⁠⁠ personnel would focus‌‌ exclusively on field‌​ operations.

‘Besides,‌‍​ each team leader‌‍ already has their​⁠⁠ own office.’

Only‌ a team luxurious⁠ enough to have​​ Samra as support⁠⁠ could afford something‌‌‌ like this.

While⁠ I stared at​‌​ Samra with a greedy gaze, he​‌ set the tray‌ down on the⁠​ round table and‍​​ greeted me.

“Welcome,⁠‍‍ Mr. Han Goyo.”‍

There​ were four coffees.⁠‍‌

Including⁠‌ one for Samra‌ himself.

Future​​‍ technology apparently had​‍‍ no problem tolerating‍​ liquids inside an​‍ android.

Kwak⁠⁠ Hanmuk and Mo⁠‌ Haein looked at⁠⁠ the scene with⁠ strange expressions.

Kwak‌‍ Hanmuk spoke with⁠ complete seriousness.

“Samra,​ is something wrong‌⁠ with you? No,‍⁠ wait. How should‌​‌ I put it?​​ Did you get⁠‌ hacked?”

“I‍ am perfectly fine.‍‍ And with Earth’s​‍ current scientific technology,‌ it is impossible‍ to hack me.”‍​

Samra‌‌‍ drank iced coffee‌‍‌ as if he⁠ were a human⁠ being.

Then‍ he projected a floating screen into​⁠​ the air without‍‌‌ needing a projector.‌⁠‌

“We‍‍‌ will begin the‍⁠ Special Mission Team‌‍ meeting.”

Kwak⁠ Hanmuk was still‍⁠⁠ busy stirring sugar‍ into his coffee.​

Samra‌⁠⁠ completely ignored him​ and began the​⁠‌ briefing.

“The⁠ first Trial we⁠‌ will enter is⁠‌‌ Dead Zone Delivery.”‍‌

The‍​⁠ first mission of‌ the Special Mission​‍ Team was, fittingly,​‍ a zombie game.‌​⁠

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