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I’m a Young God, Won’t You Raise Me? Chapter 14

Chapter 14

I looked at him⁠ with my eyes‌​ wide open.

Kwak‌⁠⁠ Hanmuk frowned.

“Even‌ though Captain Mo‌⁠ may seem like​ that, she’s actually⁠‍ an extreme conservative.⁠⁠ If she weren’t‍⁠‍ infected, there would‌ be no reason⁠​ for her not​ to make it⁠ to Green Zone.”‍⁠‌

I immediately understood what‌​ he meant.

Mo​‌‌ Haein was the‍‌ type of person​⁠‍ who placed great‍‌‌ importance on rules,⁠‌ and the Trial⁠ Response Agency always​‌‍ established regrouping with​‌⁠ teammates as the⁠ highest priority when‍⁠​ entering a Trial.‍

Because​‌ of that, she‍⁠ most likely would‍‍‌ have considered reuniting​‌ with us her​‍ primary objective.

Even⁠ if she had‌ encountered civilians trapped​​⁠ inside the Trial,⁠⁠ she probably wouldn’t​ have acted alone.‌

Unless‌⁠ it had been⁠‍‍ a truly unavoidable​ situation.

As‍ I thought of‍​‌ a reason serious‌ enough to prevent‍‌ Mo Haein from‌​‌ reaching Green Zone,⁠‍‍ zombie infection also‌ came to mind.⁠

But​⁠⁠ becoming a team⁠‌ leader in the‍ Agency was not‌‍⁠ something one achieved‌ easily.

Even​​‌ if she had‍‍ found herself surrounded​​ by a group‍⁠‍ of Dead Zombies,‍​ she had more​​‍ than enough ability⁠ to escape.

Kwak‌ Hanmuk seemed to‌⁠​ have reached the‍ same conclusion, as‌ he fell into‌‌ thought.

I asked cautiously.

“Do‍⁠ you think she‍‌ might have run​⁠ into Lieutenant Colonel⁠​‌ Je Hyuno?”

Perhaps⁠‍ some kind of‌⁠ conflict had occurred⁠ with Je Hyuno,⁠‌‍ who was aggressive‌‌‌ toward Compatibles.

At⁠​ my suggestion, Kwak‌ Hanmuk let out‍‍ an uncomfortable grunt.‍

“That‌‍ could be it.​‍ But I doubt‌‌ it. Colonel Je​⁠​ usually shows a certain amount of​ consideration toward us.”​⁠

“What‌ do you mean‌ by consideration?”

“That⁠‌⁠ he doesn’t attack‍‍ us.”

“…Ah.”​​​

That​⁠ was true.

In​ the game, he⁠​ didn’t attack members‍​ of the Trial‌⁠ Response Agency either.⁠​

In​ any case, if‌‍‍ a zombie had‌⁠ really bitten her,‌⁠ things were becoming‍ complicated.

In‍‍ Dead Zone Delivery,‍ a zombie bite‍‌‍ turned the victim​⁠​ into a Dead⁠‍ Zombie.

Because​‍‌ it was considered​ an extremely dangerous‌​​ threat, protocol called‍‍ for the immediate⁠ execution of any‍⁠⁠ infected individual.

‘If‍‌​ we achieve the⁠‌​ True Ending, it’ll‍​‍ be resolved, but⁠‍ Je Hyuno is⁠ still a variable.’⁠‌

I couldn’t guarantee the​​​ True Ending without‍‍ knowing what he‍ had been doing⁠‍‍ in this place.​

While⁠​ I was trying⁠​ to organize my‌‍⁠ thoughts, an angry​ voice rang out‌⁠ in front of‍ us.

“Are⁠ you going to⁠⁠‍ keep ignoring us?!”⁠

I had completely forgotten‍‌⁠ about the people⁠ standing in front​ of us.

I turned my head‌‍​ toward the middle-aged​ man.

Around⁠⁠ thirty people lived​ in Green Zone,‍‍​ including the elderly,⁠⁠ children, and other‍⁠ non-combatants.

But‌‍‌ all of them‌‌‍ valued their own​​ lives too much‍⁠⁠ to venture outside‌ the safe zone.⁠

Obtaining‍‌ food was extremely​‌ difficult.

That⁠⁠⁠ was why seeing⁠‍ me arrive with​⁠​ a backpack full‌ of supplies was‍​ enough to drive‍‍ them crazy.

I pulled out a salmon-and-mayonnaise rice triangle,⁠‍ the food whose​⁠ description I had​⁠ found the most‌​ disturbing, and tossed‍‍ it over the‌​ fence.

For‍ that single onigiri‍‌ alone, people threw‌‍​ themselves forward like​‌ a pack of‌‍ starving dogs.

The‌⁠ wrapper tore apart,‍ and the seaweed‍ became completely separated‌ from the rice.⁠

But‌​ nobody cared.

Everyone⁠⁠‍ was desperate to​ get even a single grain of​​ rice into their‍‌⁠ mouths.

“It’s​ real food.”

Even​ the middle-aged man,‌⁠⁠ who was trying‍​ to maintain some‍ dignity while speaking⁠ with rice stuck‍‌⁠ around his mouth,⁠‌‍ couldn’t hide his‌ excitement.

If⁠ Kwak Hanmuk and⁠⁠‍ I had opened‍​‌ a sausage or​​ a snack in‌‍‍ front of them,​ they probably would‌ have fainted.

I lightly tapped my‌​⁠ backpack.

“If‍‌ you let us​​ in for a moment, we’ll tell‍‍‍ you where to‌​ get food. There’s​​ much more than‍ this.”

The‍‍ survivors exchanged glances‍ for a long⁠‌ time.

Eventually,‍‍ they opened the‍‍‍ gate.

However,‍​ that didn’t exactly​​ lead to a peaceful situation.

The​‍ middle-aged man, who⁠‍ acted as Green​⁠⁠ Zone’s leader, cleared​ his throat.

“Ahem.‍‌‌ We will also‌​ allow you into​‌ our safe zone.”‌

Kwak​‍ Hanmuk let out‌‌ an incredulous laugh​ at that condescending​ attitude.

Then⁠ the leader added,‌⁠‌

“But‌ first, share that​‌ backpack.”

The⁠ weapons were still‍⁠⁠ pointed at us.​⁠‍

They​⁠ thought we had​​ obtained food, but‌‌ not weapons.

It​⁠​ was exactly what⁠‍‌ I had expected.​

I looked at Kwak⁠ Hanmuk.

He‌‌‍ remembered perfectly the‍‌​ favor I had‍‍ asked of him‍‌​ before entering Green‌​ Zone.

And​ he had carried⁠‌‍ out the mission⁠ flawlessly.

With⁠​​ both hands in⁠‍ the pockets of‌⁠ his baseball jacket,‍​​ Kwak Hanmuk cursed.​

“Damn⁠ it.”

“What‍ did you just⁠​⁠ say?”

“Wow,⁠ sorry. You must​ have hearing problems.”​​

In​ just two steps,⁠​ he arrived in‍ front of the⁠‍‍ leader and leaned‍ forward slightly.

Kwak‌​‍ Hanmuk was tall‌ and broad-shouldered.

His​‌ physical presence was‌​ imposing.

Intimidated‍ without realizing it,​ the leader shrank⁠​ back.

Kwak⁠ Hanmuk looked down‍​ at him and‌​ clearly repeated his‌‍‌ words.

“I​​ said that’s a damn stupid idea.”‍​

“Y-You…‌⁠‌ insolent…!”

The​⁠ leader’s face turned‌‌ red with anger.‌‌

At⁠‍‌ that exact moment,‍⁠‌ Kwak Hanmuk pressed​ a pistol against‍ his head.

Feeling‌‍‌ the barrel against⁠‍ his skull, the⁠⁠ man froze completely.​‌‍

I spoke calmly.

“We​ already have several‍‍ firearms. I don’t‌ want to waste‌‌ time.”

Ziiip.​⁠

I opened the duffel​ bag.

Inside‍‌ were pistols, submachine‌ guns, ammunition, knives,‍⁠ axes, and many‌ other weapons.

I made sure he​​ could see everything.‌‍

Then‌​‌ I asked,

“Do​​‍ you want to‌ keep arguing?”

“N-No…‌ I… I’m sorry.‍​‌ I think I got a little‌ carried away…”

The‍ leader stammered out⁠​ an unconvincing apology.‌​

I had no intention⁠⁠ of taking over​ Green Zone, so​⁠ I decided to​ leave the matter‍‍‌ there.

Kwak‌ Hanmuk returned to‍​⁠ my side and‍​‌ picked up the‌ duffel bag.

The​ entire way here,‍ he had dealt​ with the zombies‌ while I carried‍‍ the luggage.

Now‍‌⁠ he was carrying⁠‍‍ both the duffel​‌​ bag and the‍⁠ backpack.

“How‌​ embarrassing, making only​‍ Big Brother Goyo⁠​​ carry everything.”

Having‍​​ someone seven years​ older than me​‌ continue calling me⁠‌ Big Brother was‍ starting to become‍‍ unbearable.

I asked him again​⁠‌ to just call​‌​ me Goyo.

After⁠ that, I explained‍ our objective for‌⁠ entering Green Zone.​‌

“There’s‍​ an item we​ need to obtain‌ here.”

The‌ Special Mission Team’s‍‍ temporary headquarters would⁠‌​ be established in‌‌ Yellow Zone.

The‌ idea was to‍‍ build a base‍ as close as⁠‍‍ possible to Dead⁠‌ Zone in order⁠‍ to reduce the​‍‍ time needed to​ reach the laboratory.‌

To​ do that, we⁠ first needed to​⁠ collect certain items⁠‍ from Green Zone.‌⁠‌

“Let’s‌‌ split up and⁠​ search.”

We​ also had to​ find Mo Haein,‍⁠ so we needed⁠‍ to move even​​​ faster than planned.‌

I explained to Kwak⁠‍⁠ Hanmuk which items​ we needed and‍‍‍ where to find⁠⁠ them.

While⁠ listening to the​‌ list, he raised⁠‍‌ an eyebrow when‌⁠ he reached a certain item.

“That⁠ one is the​​‌ most important.”

Honestly,⁠​‌ even I admitted‍⁠​ it sounded strange​ if you didn’t‌⁠ know the context.‍⁠

But‍​​ it was a crucial item for⁠‌⁠ reaching the True‌​ Ending.

“I’m‌ counting on you.”​​‍

“Sure.‍ If my hyung​‍ orders it, I’ll​​⁠ have to do​ it.”

“…Just​‌⁠ call me Goyo.”⁠‍

“If⁠‌‍ Goyo asks, then‌⁠ I’ll have to⁠⁠ do it.”

“Yes…”‍⁠

Kwak​ Hanmuk would handle​ searching the elementary‌​ school that served‍‌‍ as the survivor​⁠ shelter.

I would investigate the‌​ television station located‍‌‍ within Green Zone.​‍​

It‍ wasn’t too far⁠ from the school,‌‍ so I could⁠‍ go alone without⁠ any problems.

Besides,‌‌​ Green Zone was⁠‍ relatively safe.

After‍​‍ sending Kwak Hanmuk‍‍ toward the school‌ carrying the backpack​​ and duffel bag,‌​ I headed for​⁠ the station.

The⁠‌‌ city wasn’t very⁠‌ large.

The​ broadcasting station building‌‍‌ was also fairly‍‌ modest.

If‌ not for the⁠‌⁠ enormous transmission tower‍‌‍ rising above the‍⁠ roof, I never​ would have guessed‌⁠‌ it was a television station.

The​‌ typical atmosphere of‌​‍ an abandoned building​‍ mixed with the‍ darkness of the‌⁠​ night was unsettling.​⁠⁠

I quickly entered.

Ding.⁠‍⁠

A system window appeared​‌ before my eyes.‌

◆ Main Mission…

But‌ it didn’t finish‌‍ appearing.

What​⁠​ was this now?‌

I waited for a moment for the⁠​‍ system window to‌‍ finish displaying.

The⁠​‌ box kept appearing⁠​​ and disappearing, flickering⁠ as though two‍ invisible forces were​ competing against one‍‍​ another.

Then,⁠⁠‍ suddenly, the window⁠‍‍ exploded onto the‌‌⁠ screen.

★ Event Mission: Exciting⁠‍​ Television Station Exploration!⁠‍​

You​ have visited a television station!

The‍⁠ television station is‍ a subordinate of‌ ■■ ■■■! A tool of mass‍‌ communication!

Amid‌⁠‍ the flood of‍‌ infodemia, will you‌⁠ truly be a ■■ ■ with‌ media literacy?

■■⁠​ ■■■ will continue⁠​​ watching you!!

“…Didn’t‌‌​ the way it‌ talks change?”

The​⁠⁠ content was strange‌‌‍ too.

‘So‌⁠​ what’s the mission?’​​

It‌ seemed to simply​​ be exploring the⁠​ television station, but‌​ that was strange‍​​ as well.

Because‌ that mission did​ not exist in‍ Dead Zone Delivery.⁠‌

I liked discovering new⁠ elements that did⁠ not appear in‍‌⁠ the game, but‍⁠ this gave me⁠⁠ a bad feeling.​‌

I decided to assume​ that the system‍⁠‌ window had suffered⁠​‌ some temporary malfunction⁠​⁠ and ignored it.‍

I didn’t have time⁠‌ to obsess over​ it.

I needed to collect‍ the item and​​⁠ find Mo Haein​ as soon as‌⁠ possible.

The‍ television station had‌​‍ not escaped the​‌ zombie disaster either.⁠‌

The⁠⁠⁠ interior was completely‍​ destroyed.

I crossed the silent‍⁠ lobby and entered​⁠ the hallway.

The‍​‌ building was shrouded⁠ in darkness, without​‌ even moonlight entering‍ through the windows.‌​‍

The⁠⁠ interior layout was​⁠‍ complicated, but I knew it so​ well from passing‍⁠‌ through it countless‍‍‍ times in the⁠ game that I had no difficulty​‌‌ navigating.

Guided​‌ only by my⁠ flashlight, I advanced‍ in search of⁠‍‌ the emergency stairs.⁠

Just‌⁠⁠ before turning a corner.

“Graaaargh!”⁠

A zombie with torn​ flesh lunged at‍ me.

Sudden‍‍ scares like that​‍​ usually didn’t affect‍ me very much.‌‌⁠

I gripped the baseball‍‍​ bat firmly and​⁠ swung it calmly.⁠‌‍

Whaam!​

The‌‍ zombie was sent‌⁠‍ flying by the‌⁠ blow.

Since⁠‍‌ it was a Green Zone zombie,‍⁠​ even at night​ I could handle‌‌ one without too​‌ much trouble.

I left it writhing​⁠ on the floor‌‍ and continued searching​ for the stairs.‌​

“…Hm.”​‍

However,‌‌ there was something‍ strange near the‍ emergency exit door.⁠

Along​ the hallway stretched⁠ an endless row​​‍ of green emergency‍‌⁠ exit signs featuring⁠⁠ the classic pictogram​ of a running​‌‍ person.

But‌ the direction was‍‌ strange.

They⁠​ weren’t pointing toward⁠ the stairs.

They​‌​ were pointing in​​ exactly the opposite​ direction.

The‌⁠​ scene felt unsettling,⁠‍ but I had‍‌⁠ no other choice.‌‌

I moved forward against​‌⁠ the directions indicated​‍ by the green‌‌​ pictograms.

When⁠​‌ I entered the‌‌ emergency stairwell, the​ first thing that​ caught my attention‍ was the strange⁠‌‌ floor numbering.

⇧2⇩B1⁠​‍

The‍ smiling face seemed​​ to indicate that​⁠ I was on⁠⁠ the first floor.‌​

My‌ destination was the‍⁠ live broadcast studio‍​⁠ on the sixth⁠ floor.

I climbed the stairs⁠‍ quickly and looked⁠‍‍ at the indicator⁠⁠⁠ again when I arrived.

⇧99⇩5⁠​‌

Throughout‌​ the climb, it⁠ had displayed a smiling face.

But‍ on the sixth‌‍ floor, it had‍‌‍ changed to a crying face.

And‍⁠ on top of⁠‌ that, the next‍ floor was marked‍ as Floor 99.‍​​

I stared at the​‌‍ sign carefully.

‘This​‍ wasn’t in the​‍‍ game either.’

In‍‍ the game, it‌ was just a simple emergency exit.​

Those⁠‍‌ strange signs and‍​ smiling-face indicators didn’t‍‌‌ exist.

It‌⁠ made sense.

‘Because‌ it’s a zombie‌‍‌ game.’

This⁠‍ didn’t fit a zombie setting.

It​​ wasn’t something that​‍‍ should appear in‍ Dead Zone Delivery.‌

Maybe​​ in Happy Smile​⁠ Factory.

I tightened my grip‍ on the bat‌‍ and cracked open⁠ the stairwell door⁠ slightly.

My‍ flashlight illuminated the⁠​​ hallway beyond.

Nothing⁠​ seemed unusual.

I carefully stepped onto‍‍‌ the sixth floor.⁠

Among‍ the three studios‍​‌ located there, I searched for the​⁠ studio dedicated to⁠‌⁠ news broadcasts.

The​‍ door was wide​‌‍ open.

The⁠‌​ inside was a disaster.

There⁠​ were obvious signs‌ of a hasty⁠⁠ evacuation.

News‌⁠ scripts were scattered‌‍⁠ across the floor,‍ covered in dried‍‍ bloodstains.

I stepped over a fallen television camera⁠ and headed toward‌‍ the monitoring area.‌‌

I needed to find‍ a backup USB⁠⁠⁠ drive among all​​ those monitors.

Just‍​​ as I raised‌⁠‍ my flashlight.

The‌​⁠ lights suddenly came​⁠​ on.

And‍ a voice began​‍⁠ to play.

“An‍‌ unknown virus is‌ appearing simultaneously throughout​‍​ the country.”

“The‍ Center for Disease​​ Control has reported‍‌ that the infected⁠ exhibit high fevers,‍ extreme aggression, and‌‌‌ temporary deterioration of⁠⁠ their cognitive abilities.”‌

The​​ monitors had turned‌‌‍ on by themselves.⁠‍⁠

They​​ were showing a news broadcast.

I wasn’t surprised.

The⁠‍ exact same thing‌‍‌ happened in the‍‍​ game to explain⁠‍ the background of⁠ Dead Zone Delivery’s‍‌‌ world.

“The‍‍‌ government will announce‍ specific response measures​‌​ during an emergency​‍‌ conference scheduled for⁠‍​ six o’clock this⁠‍‌ evening.”

“We⁠ ask all citizens‍ not to be‍‍ misled by unverified​‍ information and to‌‍ rely only on⁠‍ official announcements.”

The‍ anchor’s voice sounded‌ calm.

But‌‍⁠ beneath that calmness‌​‍ was a faint‌ tremor.

It​ was fear.

It‍​‌ was terror.

The⁠ screen changed.

And​​‍ the anchor’s fears‌‌⁠ proved justified.

“Citizens⁠ of the nation.‌ We will now⁠​‍ broadcast a national⁠ emergency order.”

His‍‍‍ voice now sounded‌⁠⁠ closer to a desperate scream.

“The‍‍ unidentified infection currently‌‌ spreading throughout the⁠⁠​ country has exceeded‌ all limits of‍ control. The government⁠⁠‍ hereby declares an‌‍ immediate nationwide evacuation‍ order effective from‌ 18:00 hours… No!⁠‌‌ Help me! AAAAAAAH!”‌‍

The‍‌ broadcast ended with‍ both news anchors​⁠⁠ being devoured by⁠⁠⁠ zombies live on‌⁠ air.

Ignoring⁠​ their screams, I found the USB‍⁠ drive inside a drawer.

I slipped it into‍ my pocket.

And‍​‌ just as I was about to​⁠⁠ leave the studio.‍

Everything‍‌ turned red.

I looked at the⁠‍ monitors.

Every‌​‍ single one displayed‌ the exact same​ image.

A bright red breaking-news‍‌⁠ alert.

Breaking​​‌ News!

For‍‍⁠ a moment, I froze at the‌⁠‌ sight of that⁠‍ scarlet color.

Then​‌⁠ the screen changed.​⁠‍

And⁠ a new image‌ appeared.

It‍‍ was me.

My‌​‍ own face appeared​ on the monitors.​​

I looked slightly pale⁠ as I stared‍⁠ at the screen.​⁠

Samra?‍‍

It‌ couldn’t be.

Samra​​ couldn’t enter Trials.‌

And​​ he couldn’t influence​‌ them either.

Just​‌‍ as tension began‍ to take hold​⁠‌ of me.

BOOOOM!⁠‌

A deafening explosion shook​‍​ the entire building.⁠​‌

I staggered but managed‌​⁠ to keep my‌​⁠ footing.

The​ ceiling.

The⁠ floor.

Everything‌⁠ was covered in‍⁠‌ cracks.

The‌ monitors that had‌ displayed those strange​ images moments earlier​‍ had been destroyed.‌‌

Their​​ screens were now​ filled with iridescent‍ colors and visual‍⁠​ static.

‘The​ impact came from‍‍⁠ above.’

I thought briefly.

Then​ I abandoned the‍‍‌ shattered monitors and⁠ ran toward the​​​ emergency stairs.

The​‌​ building could collapse​​‍ at any moment.‍

But​‌ instead of fleeing⁠‍ downward.

I went up.

Jumping​ two and three‌ steps at a time, I sprinted⁠​​ toward the rooftop.​‍

I was worried that​ something strange might‌⁠‌ happen because of⁠‌‌ that Floor 99​ indicator.

But‍‍​ fortunately, I reached​ the rooftop without‍ any problems.

Although​​ the floor numbering​​ remained rather bizarre.⁠⁠‍

I threw open the​ rooftop door.

‘…Damn.’​

The‌ sight that greeted​​ me on the⁠‍​ other side made‌ the curse slip⁠⁠ from my lips​​‍ on its own.⁠⁠‍

The‌‍⁠ enormous transmission tower‍ rising above the‌⁠ rooftop had been‌ bent in half.‌⁠

It‌ was so twisted​​ that it looked​‌ like a broken‍ toy.

The‍‌‌ upper half had‍⁠ been driven directly​‍⁠ into the rooftop​‍‌ floor.

And‌⁠​ someone was standing‍‌‌ atop that bent‌ tower.

Someone‍ I should never‌‍ encounter while alone.⁠‌

You‍‍‌ have encountered ‘Je​​‍ Hyuno’!

‘Je​⁠ Hyuno’ is a registrable character.

Do‍​ you wish to​ register him?

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