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I’m a Young God, Won’t You Raise Me? Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Kwak‍ Hanmuk opened his⁠⁠ mouth.

“…Wow.”​

He⁠‌‍ sprinted toward me⁠​⁠ in a single‍ leap and threw⁠⁠ an arm over⁠​‍ my shoulders with⁠ a solid thump.⁠​

“I’ve‍⁠ been called crazy⁠ everywhere I go,‍​‌ but I’ve never‍⁠​ met a real​⁠‌ one before.”

Showing​ his sharp teeth,⁠‍⁠ Kwak Hanmuk grinned‍ broadly.

“Goyo,‍‌‍ you’re completely insane.”‌

“Thank​‍⁠ you.”

When‌‍ I thanked him,‌⁠‌ he even burst​‍ out laughing.

I also picked up‍‍ a baseball bat‌⁠ for Kwak Hanmuk​⁠ and handed it‌⁠‍ to him.

Encouraged⁠ by his enthusiasm,‍‍ I explained my​‌⁠ plan.

“There’s‍ a group that⁠ has taken over​ a convenience store.”​‍​

The​ guys who had‍ occupied that large⁠⁠‍ convenience store had‌‌‌ committed every crime⁠⁠ imaginable in an​ apocalyptic world murder,​​ arson, looting, and‍ more.

They​⁠⁠ were a group⁠‍‌ of five or​⁠ six people who,​⁠ if left alone,⁠‌ would keep causing⁠⁠ trouble for players‍‍ until the very‍‍​ end of Dead​​ Zone Delivery.

To‍​ the point that‌ the zombies seemed‍⁠‍ like better people​ than they were.‍

In⁠ an apocalyptic world​‌‍ where authority had‍‍ collapsed, sometimes it⁠​⁠ was necessary to​‌​ dispense justice yourself.​⁠‍

The​ fastest way to⁠ move forward was⁠‌ to eliminate them⁠ from the beginning.‌​

“Let’s⁠ go.”

After⁠⁠⁠ hearing a superficial‍​ explanation, Kwak Hanmuk⁠‍ didn’t even ask⁠​ any further questions‍‍‍ and tucked the​​⁠ bat under his⁠​‌ arm.

I guided him while​ he casually walked⁠ behind me until⁠ we reached our‍ destination.

The‌ name of the‌​‍ large convenience store‌‌‍ was incredibly straightforward.​

Dead‌‌‌ Convenience Store.

Through​‌​ the clean front⁠‌ windows, the interior⁠⁠ was perfectly visible.​‌‍

The​ zombies in Dead‍‌‍ Zone Delivery had​‌ impaired sight and​‍ smell, reacting only‍‌ to sound, so‍ there was no‍​ need to cover‍‌ the glass.

The⁠​ moment I recognized​‍⁠ the store, a system window appeared.‍

◆ Main Mission: Drive‍​​ out the group​ that has occupied‌‍‌ Dead Convenience Store.​‌

You​⁠ have decided to‍ attempt a reckless⁠ strategy to speed​‍ up the playthrough.‌

The⁠​‍ occupants of the‍ store, always filled⁠‍ with anger, are‍⁠ powerful enemies and​⁠ wish to turn‌⁠ you into zombie​‍ food.

However,‌‌⁠ you think the‍‌​ adventure might succeed‌​​ if you have​ a strong companion.‌

The‌‍‌ system window was‌ right.

If​‍ I were playing‌ alone, I would‌​ never have attempted⁠ something like this.​⁠

But‍​‍ now I had‌‌ someone I could‌‍ rely on.

“It’s​ there.”

The‌​ moment I pointed‍⁠⁠ at the store​​⁠ with my finger,​ Kwak Hanmuk shot​ forward.

Crash!‍​

The​​ bat swung powerfully⁠ and shattered the⁠‌ large front window.‍‌

Kwak‌ Hanmuk jumped inside⁠ together with a shower of broken​ glass.

The‍ men who had⁠​‍ been sitting around​‍ joking near the​ shelves hurriedly stood‍ up and grabbed‌⁠ their weapons.

One‌‍⁠ of them even‌‍​ had a pistol⁠‍‌ that who knows‍​ where he had‌ gotten.

But‍⁠‍ in front of‍​​ Kwak Hanmuk, that‍​ meant nothing.

BANG!‍​​

The‍⁠ gunshot echoed throughout⁠ the store.

The‌​ bullet ended up‍‍ hitting an innocent‌ bag of snacks.⁠⁠

The‍ poor chips exploded‍‌ beyond recognition.

Immediately‌ afterward, the bat​ came down on​ the shooter’s head.​

THUD!⁠

The⁠‌​ man collapsed to‌⁠‌ the floor instantly.​​

The‌ pistol slipped from‌​⁠ his hand, but⁠ Kwak Hanmuk caught‍ it effortlessly.

He​‍ tucked it into​ his waistband and‌‍‍ swung the bat‌ at the others‌⁠ again.

One​ of the men⁠​ took a direct‍⁠ hit and flew​‍⁠ through the air‌⁠ like a baseball,​‍ knocking over a shelf.

A shower of Buldak-flavored‍​ instant ramen fell​‌‌ on top of​⁠⁠ him.

Kwak⁠⁠‌ Hanmuk stepped on⁠⁠ the fallen shelf‌​‌ and jumped.

A flawless kick sliced⁠⁠ through the air⁠‌‍ and struck a man who was​‌​ awkwardly holding a knife.

The‍‌ difference between a professional soldier and‌‌ a bunch of​​⁠ twenty-somethings who hadn’t⁠‌⁠ even completed military​‍ service was enormous.‌⁠

So⁠ enormous that it⁠​ was embarrassing to⁠ even mention it.⁠

I watched comfortably from‌‍‌ the back.

My‍⁠ only contribution was‍‌ hitting anyone with⁠‍​ the bat who⁠‍⁠ tried to get​‌⁠ back up.

The⁠‌‌ first man who‌ had been struck​​​ by Kwak Hanmuk​‍ spoke through groans‍ of pain.

“Damn​ it, who the‍ hell are you⁠‍ people…?”

Ah!‍​⁠

I immediately ran over‌ to him.

And​​ rescued a cup⁠⁠⁠ of Buldak-flavored ramen​⁠ that was about​ to be soaked‍⁠ in his blood.‍

A valuable food source‌⁠⁠ had almost been‍‍‌ ruined.

After​‌⁠ carefully checking that⁠‍⁠ it was intact,‍‍⁠ I answered him.⁠

“And⁠​‌ why does that​‌ matter to you?”‌

The​‍‌ man’s eyes widened.​⁠

I tilted my head‍‍ and continued.

“Even⁠ if you knew⁠⁠⁠ who I was,‌‌ it’s not like‍ it would prolong⁠‌‍ your life.”

“What…?‍ Agh!”

He⁠‍​ tried to shout​ something else, so⁠ I hit him‍ with the bat.​‍‌

The‌​​ man closed his​ eyes and obediently‌ passed out.

Kwak⁠‍ Hanmuk was still⁠ having fun.

While‌⁠‍ I organized the​‌⁠ supplies scattered across‍‍ the floor, I waited quietly.

Soon‍ afterward, the only​‌​ thing left inside⁠​‌ the store was‌ the groaning of⁠⁠ unconscious men.

You⁠‌ have defeated the‍ occupants of Dead​​ Convenience Store!

It‌ was impossible to⁠⁠‍ achieve a cleaner‍‍‌ victory than that.​‌⁠

Kwak‌ Hanmuk read the⁠ system message and​‍‍ clicked his tongue.‍

“Already⁠ over?”

He‌ sounded disappointed.

He‍‌‍ even swung the‌​‍ bat through the‍‍ air a couple​ of times out​⁠‍ of pure frustration.‍‍​

“Captain‍‌‍ Kwak, you’re amazing.”‌​‌

I gave him two​​‍ thumbs up.

Captain,​​‍ I hope I can take advantage⁠ of you many‌⁠ more times in⁠ the future.

Faced​⁠ with my sincere‌​‍ flattery aimed at⁠⁠‍ the future, Kwak‍​‍ Hanmuk grinned broadly.​

He‍​ rested the bat​​ on his shoulder⁠⁠ and said,

“That⁠ was damn fun.‍​‍ Goyo, should we‍‌‍ do something like‍‍‍ this again?”

I had plenty of‌ plans for him⁠‍ in Dead Zone​⁠ Delivery.

Smashing‌⁠‍ zombies.

Crushing​ zombies.

Sending​​ zombies flying through‍‌⁠ the air.

And‌‍‌ many other similar‌⁠ activities.

While​‌ I was glad‌‌‍ to have found‌⁠​ someone so suited​‌⁠ to that kind‌ of work, a system window appeared.⁠

You​⁠ have continued hesitating‍‌ about registering ‘Mo‌ Haein’.

However,⁠ registration is an‌​‌ indispensable process for‍​ growing as a System.

You⁠ think it might⁠ not be a bad idea to​ take a small‌ risk and register⁠ ‘Kwak Hanmuk’ first.‍

Would⁠‌ you like to⁠‌‍ register ‘Kwak Hanmuk’?​‌‌

While​ I continued refusing‍ to register Mo‍⁠ Haein, the system⁠ had already started⁠‌​ looking for compromises⁠ on its own.‌

Since‌ I had already⁠⁠‌ gotten used to‌⁠‌ ignoring the system⁠‍‍ windows, I picked‍‍ up a backpack‌ that was lying⁠ on the floor.​​

You​‍ have obtained a backpack.

The‌ amount of items​‍ you can carry‌​ has increased.

Dead‍​ Zone Delivery did⁠‌‌ not have a basic inventory system,​⁠ so obtaining a backpack was mandatory.​​⁠

It‌⁠ was a mechanic‌‍⁠ designed to increase‍ realism, but having​‍ to personally carry⁠‍‍ all your luggage​⁠​ was extremely annoying.‍​⁠

I began storing supplies​ inside the backpack.‍​

While​‌⁠ picking up a cup of Buldak-flavored⁠ ramen, I suddenly‍‌‌ looked at the‌ packaging.

Buldak‍‌ flavor born from‍​ the grave of​ flames that consumed‌ ■■■!

Although⁠ it looked like​‌ ordinary Korean ramen,‌ the description on⁠​​ the packaging was‍ quite strange.

When​​ I played the‍ game, items only​‌​ displayed a brief​‍ explanation of the​​‍ flavor.

This⁠‌‌ was the first​⁠‌ time I had‍‍ seen the actual⁠​‌ packaging, so I looked at other‍‍‍ nearby foods.

Tuna‍ with mayonnaise caught⁠ from the boiling‌ River of ■

Salmon​​⁠ with mayonnaise caught‍ from the foaming‌ River of ■

The⁠​⁠ descriptions on the‍ rice triangles were​⁠ just as horrible.‍

If‌‌‍ I weren’t in‌ the middle of‌ a zombie apocalypse,⁠ I wouldn’t have‌​​ wanted to touch‌ them with a ten-foot pole.

“Goyo,‍ what’s wrong?”

Kwak‌ Hanmuk asked as⁠⁠ he opened a bag of chocolate⁠‌ candies and dumped‌‍​ them all into​ his mouth.

“The‍‌ descriptions are pretty‌⁠ weird.”

“Trials⁠⁠⁠ are always like⁠‍ that.”

Come‌ to think of⁠ it, item descriptions​⁠‌ had always been‌⁠​ rather strange.

While‍ I packed away‍ food, Kwak Hanmuk⁠‍‍ tossed some snacks‌‍‍ into my backpack​‌‍ and then carefully⁠‌ restrained the store‍ occupants, piling them⁠⁠‌ up in a corner.

When‍⁠​ he finished, he⁠⁠⁠ cracked his knuckles.‍​

“So,​ should we kill‌‍⁠ them?”

“No‍‍ need to bother,‍‍ Captain. They’re still‌​​ useful.”

With⁠​‌ that amount of‌ food, three people​‍​ could eat for‍‌‍ quite a long⁠ time.

I slung the backpack‍‌‌ over my shoulder‌ and looked out‌ the window.

“Grrr…”⁠‍

The‍‌​ zombies that had⁠‍‍ heard the gunshots‍⁠ were shambling toward⁠​ the store.

At⁠​​ a glance, there​ were several dozen‍‌‌ of them.

“Let’s‍ leave them dinner‌‍ before we go.”⁠​

I gave them exactly‍ the same thing‌​‌ those men had‌​ done to the‍‍ survivors of Green⁠ Zone.

I used them as‍ bait.

Kwak‌​‍ Hanmuk and I escaped without any‍​‌ trouble while the‌ zombies swarmed over⁠⁠ them.

Kwak⁠‍ Hanmuk whistled as​⁠‍ he watched the⁠ feast.

“Now⁠‌‌ we should head​⁠​ to Green Zone​ and meet up​​ with Captain Mo.”‍‌

“Yes.”‌

He‌⁠‌ answered obediently while⁠ walking behind me.‌⁠⁠

Then⁠​ he suddenly asked,‍​

“You’re​​ twenty-four?”

“Yes.”⁠

“Then‍ you’re seven years‌​ younger than me.”‌‌

Clack.‌⁠

The⁠‌ sound of a pistol being cocked⁠⁠‌ rang out.

I stopped.

And​ slowly turned around,​ hoping I was‍ mistaken.

“No‌ matter how much⁠⁠​ you know this‍‌ Trial is an​ illusory space that⁠‍⁠ repeats endlessly, it’s‍‌ different when it’s⁠‌‌ right in front​⁠​ of your eyes.”‌‍‍

But‍‌ the gun was​⁠‍ pointed directly at‌ me.

Kwak‌⁠ Hanmuk continued.

“Even​​ Compatibles trained by​ the Trial Response​​​ Agency usually hesitate‌ before acting.”

Then⁠ he mimicked the⁠‌ sound of gunfire‍ with his mouth.​​‍

“Bang.⁠ Bang.”

“And​ you fed people‌​⁠ to zombies without‍‍​ even blinking.”

Thinking‍⁠⁠ about it, it‍⁠ was a reasonable‍⁠‌ suspicion.

I had only done‍‍ it because this‍‌ was a Trial.​⁠‌

If⁠​ it hadn’t been,​ I would have⁠⁠‍ also—

Hm.⁠

I remembered Park Seonggyeon’s​‍ head turning into⁠‌ brilliant golden fireworks.‌‌‌

And⁠​ corrected my thoughts.⁠​‌

“I⁠⁠ think I’m just‌‌⁠ a pretty cold‍​ person.”

“Pretty?”‍

“Well,‍ I want to‍‍ survive too.”

Kwak‍‍⁠ Hanmuk burst out‌ laughing.

My‌‌ answer didn’t seem⁠‍ to have displeased‌ him.

But‌​⁠ since it was⁠ Captain Kwak, I couldn’t be sure.‍⁠

He‌ was the type‌ of person who‌​​ could laugh like​ that and pull‍‌​ the trigger the‌‍ very next second.​‍

“I‌‍‍ just have my⁠​ priorities straight.”

As​‌ I spoke slowly,‍‍​ I walked toward​ him.

I stopped right in‌​⁠ front of the⁠​‌ barrel of his‍​ pistol.

“And⁠ you’re one of‍ my priorities too,‍‍‌ Captain.”

Kwak​‍‌ Hanmuk stared at‌ me.

His⁠⁠ gaze asked why.⁠

I answered.

“We’re‌⁠​ a team.”

We’re‍ on the same⁠‍⁠ side.

So​ stop being suspicious‍ of me.

I couldn’t say it‌​ that directly, but⁠‌ Kwak Hanmuk understood⁠⁠⁠ exactly what I meant.

He​ immediately burst out​ laughing and tucked​‍ the pistol into​​ his jacket.

“There’s⁠‌‍ no dealing with‍ you, hyung Goyo.”‍‍‌

I didn’t understand why‍⁠ he insisted on‌‍ calling me hyung,​‍ but I responded‌‍⁠ immediately.

“Thank​ you for trusting⁠​ me.”

Fortunately,⁠ things ended there.‌

If‌​‌ he had kept‍‌ pointing the gun⁠ at me, things⁠ would have become​‍‍ quite troublesome.

I didn’t want to‌‍‌ blow up Kwak‍​⁠ Hanmuk’s head.

After‌ that, I took‍‌ him to an​‌⁠ armory.

In‍ the game, that​ armory was a hidden location whose​⁠‍ whereabouts could only‌ be discovered after​​ completing an enormous⁠ number of side​​​ quests.

But​⁠ I guided him⁠‍​ there as if‌‌ it were my‌​⁠ own home.

And‌‍ Kwak Hanmuk looted‌⁠ the items as‌‌ if it were‌‌ his as well.​

Watching‌‍ him follow me​⁠‌ without asking questions‍ gave me a strange feeling.

I had never explained‌⁠⁠ anything to the‍ Trial Response Agency.‌‌

Only​‌⁠ Samra knew that‍ I had experienced‍⁠ the Trials and‍ their characters through‌‌​ the game.

And⁠‍ yet, after the​​ Special Mission Team⁠⁠‌ was formed, nobody​‍‍ questioned me again.‍‌

Not‍⁠⁠ even Kwak Hanmuk.⁠‌

Even​⁠ though I was‍⁠ revealing strategies and⁠⁠ even the locations⁠‌ of rare items,⁠​ nobody said anything.​​‌

‘I​‍‌ guess as long​​⁠ as I can‍‍ close Trials, they‌​ don’t care what⁠ I am.’

It​ was an attitude⁠ that made it​​ clear they were⁠⁠ willing to use‌ me as a tool.

I knew the Agency‍⁠‌ valued results above‍⁠‌ all else.

But⁠⁠⁠ even so, it‍ felt unlike a government institution.

By⁠​ the time we​​⁠ finished looting the​ armory, the sun‍ was already setting.​⁠

With​⁠‍ an additional duffel​‌‌ bag slung over⁠‌⁠ my shoulder, I headed toward Green​⁠⁠ Zone beneath the⁠ reddish glow of‌ the evening sky.‌‍‌

Zombies‌​⁠ were slow during‍⁠‌ the day.

But⁠‌ at night they⁠ became much faster.‌​

If​‍‌ you didn’t want‍‌‌ to participate in⁠ a chase with​ running zombies behind‍ you, you had​ to reach Green‍‍ Zone before sunset.⁠​

Dead‌​ Zone Delivery was‌ divided into four‍ areas.

Green‍‌​ Zone.

The​​‍ safe area where⁠ the survivors lived.⁠‌​

Only‍‍ a few zombies​⁠‍ appeared occasionally.

Yellow‌​‍ Zone.

The‌⁠‌ starting area where‌‍‌ players began.

Zombies‌‌ appeared frequently, and‍ at night their​ numbers doubled.

Red‌‌‍ Zone.

A region infested with‍⁠‌ zombies both day​ and night.

And‍⁠⁠ finally…

Dead⁠‍‍ Zone.

A place where it⁠‌​ was always considered‍⁠ nighttime even under‌‌‌ sunlight.

In⁠⁠ addition, so-called Dead⁠‌ Zombies appeared there.‍‍

Zombies⁠‍⁠ that were much⁠‍ stronger and faster‌‍ than normal ones.‌⁠‌

The‌⁠‌ laboratory that was‍​ our destination was‍ located precisely in‌⁠ Dead Zone.

Following⁠‍ the normal route,⁠ players had to‌‍‍ become much stronger‍‌ before attempting the‌‍ delivery.

Of​‍​ course, I had⁠‍‌ no intention of‌‍ following the normal‌⁠​ method.

Before‌‌ entering Green Zone,‍ I asked Kwak⁠‌ Hanmuk to do​‍‌ something he was⁠ especially suited for.⁠

He‍‍‌ gladly agreed.

Once‌ we entered Green​ Zone, the number‌‍⁠ of zombies dropped‌​‌ drastically.

The​‌ survivor camp had⁠‌ been established inside‌ an elementary school.‌

The​​ guards stationed at‌ the entrance, protected‍‍⁠ by barbed wire,‍ watched us with‍⁠​ obvious suspicion.

Being​‌ aimed at by⁠‍ two people with‍ guns no longer‍​⁠ affected me.

I opened my backpack.⁠

The‍ guards’ eyes widened⁠⁠ when they saw‌‌​ the enormous amount⁠‌ of food.

“Pass‌‍‌ information about food⁠‌‌ to a woman⁠⁠ named Samrae. She‍ should have arrived⁠‍‍ here today.”

Faced​‍‍ with that much‌‌ food, suspicion stopped‌​ mattering.

One⁠‌⁠ of the guards⁠⁠⁠ ran inside.

Shortly‍ afterward, a man‍‌‍ in his fifties‌‍ appeared accompanied by⁠⁠⁠ several subordinates.

“Where​‌‍ did you get‍ all this food?”⁠⁠​

Mo‍‌ Haein wasn’t there.⁠‍

Kwak‍​‍ Hanmuk and I exchanged glances.

There​ was no way‍‌ a handful of‌​⁠ men that mediocre‌​ could have stopped‌ Mo Haein from‌ getting out.

And‍‍ if she hadn’t⁠​ appeared despite all​ the commotion, there‍⁠ could only be‍ one explanation.

She⁠ had never reached‌⁠‍ Green Zone.

Why?‍⁠

There​ was no reason‌ for that to​ happen.

Kwak‍ Hanmuk frowned slightly.​‍⁠

Then​‍ he stepped closer‌⁠ and whispered quietly‌​‌ to me.

“Captain‍‍ Mo… I think⁠ a zombie bit‌ her.”

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