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I’m a Young God, Won’t You Raise Me? Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I was just as‍‍ startled as the⁠​ other person. There‍‍​ were two reasons‍ for that.

The‌ first reason was‌‌ Mo Haein.

Mo‌ Haein was one‍‌ of the main⁠⁠​ characters who appeared⁠ in the Archive​ World, the universe​‌ that connected all‌ of the developer’s‍‌⁠ games.

Archive​ was a story‌‍ that began when,​‌⁠ one day, a catastrophe suddenly descended‍​ upon Earth.

At​‌‍ 00:00 on February‍‌ 29, Korea Standard‍ Time (KST), a meteor shower fell⁠⁠ across the entire​ world.

It‌​‍ was a meteor​⁠‌ shower that had⁠​ not been predicted‌‍​ by any astronomical​ observation.

The⁠ sudden meteor shower‍⁠ looked like a festival of lights.‌‌ Humanity admired the⁠ beautiful spectacle, but—‌‍‍

It​ was a catastrophe‍‌⁠ from outer space.‍‍​

The‍ catastrophes that fell‍ upon Earth hatched‌⁠⁠ in random forms​​‍ and orders, creating​ spaces from another​‍​ dimension.

Those‍ spaces, similar to‍‍‌ fantasy worlds, were‌​ governed by rules‌ resembling those of⁠​⁠ a video game.‌

The‌‍‌ structure consisted of⁠⁠⁠ gathering items, completing⁠ quests, and clearing‌ them as if⁠ it were a game.

If​ they were not‍‍ completed within a certain amount of⁠⁠​ time, the catastrophe‍‍​ would explode and‍‍​ transform the entire⁠ surrounding area into‌⁠ something of the​‌ same nature as​ itself.

In‌⁠ other words, it‌​ spread an infectious⁠ virus capable of‍ mutating both inanimate​ objects and living‌‍ beings.

It⁠‌​ was a catastrophe⁠​⁠ in the most‌ literal sense of​​ the word, something​⁠⁠ impossible to explain⁠‍⁠ with modern science.​⁠⁠

Humanity​​​ regarded those catastrophes‍ that came from⁠‍ outer space as‌‍‌ a divine trial​⁠ and called them​ “Trials.”

With‌‍ the emergence of‍‍ the Trials, some‍ humans also awakened⁠‍‌ special talents.

Individuals​ capable of seeing‍ the system windows⁠‌⁠ appeared.

They‌⁠‍ were called “Compatibles,”​ and they could‌ overcome the Trials⁠ through the System.​

The‍ player awakened as⁠⁠‌ a Compatible within‍ the Archive World⁠‌ and entered various‌⁠ Trials.

The‌ premise was that​‍ every time he‌​‍ entered a different‌⁠⁠ Trial, he would​​​ play a video​‌ game from a different genre.

Mo‍​⁠ Haein was a soldier of the‍ Trial Response Agency,⁠‍ an external agency‌​ under South Korea’s⁠‌ Ministry of National‍ Defense.

Captain‌⁠​ Mo Haein, an‌‍ elite member of​‌ the Trial Response‌‌‌ Agency, would appear​⁠⁠ to help the‌‌⁠ player within the‌ Trials or show​ up in the​⁠ endings to speak‍ with him.

It‍​ was impossible not​ to be surprised‌‌ when I saw⁠ a character who⁠⁠⁠ until now had‌‌ only existed as⁠ sprites moving and‌​‍ breathing right in‍ front of me.⁠

And⁠‍ the second reason‌‍ was the system⁠‌ window.

‘Mo⁠‍ Haein’ is a registrable character. Would⁠​⁠ you like to​​ register her?

Looking⁠⁠​ at that system‌​ window emitting a faint glow, I remembered the last​‌‍ thing I had‍‌⁠ seen before losing​ consciousness.

[You​ are the system‍​‌ of the planet⁠ ‘Earth’.]

A message that only‍ Compatibles in Archive​‌ could see.

The‌⁠⁠ thing that guided⁠ quests within the​‍ Trials and provided​ all kinds of‌​ notifications, collectively known‍‌ as the System.​

I was that System…?⁠‌​

Not​‌ even after playing⁠‍⁠ countless games in​‌‌ the Archive universe⁠⁠​ had I ever​‌ experienced anything like‌‌​ this.

I understood absolutely nothing,‌‍​ but there was⁠​‍ one fairly plausible⁠‌ possibility.

Maybe‍‍ I had entered‌ the game.

In​‌⁠ other words, one​​ of those typical‌⁠​ video game reincarnations​‌‌ that were so‌ common in otaku⁠‍ culture.

The​‍​ situation was so‌​ absurd that the⁠‍⁠ headache I had‌ barely managed to‌⁠ calm came back​‌‍ in full force.​‌

For⁠ now, I decided‌​⁠ to ignore that​ suspicious registration window.​‌ I couldn’t register‍​ something without even⁠ knowing what it⁠‌⁠ was.

After‌ ignoring it several​‍ times, the window‍ disappeared on its‌ own.

I thought it was​ finally gone, but‌ suddenly a new⁠‌ one appeared.

‘Han‌​ Goyo (Gunbam)’ has​ entered Happy Smile⁠‌​ Factory!

◆ Happy Smile Factory⁠​ Main Mission: Complete‍ the factory of​ killer toys by​⁠‌ obtaining the True‌​‍ Ending.

You​ have entered your‍⁠‌ first Trial as​⁠‌ a System.

You​ must demonstrate the‍‌ capabilities of a System by obtaining​ the True Ending.‍

If⁠ you complete the⁠​⁠ mission, you will​⁠ survive!

The‍​ consequences of failure​‌ are unknown.

However,⁠​‌ you have a feeling that something⁠ very bad happens‌ to those who⁠⁠‌ fail.

…What‍‌ kind of madness‌‍ is this?

After‍ reading the system‌​‍ window, I did‍⁠‌ my best to‌ control my expression.‍⁠‍

While‍‌ trying not to‍‌‍ show any strange‌⁠ reaction, I heard⁠⁠ a conversation.

“Lieutenant‌ Park, there wasn’t‍‍⁠ any request to‍‍​ enter HasFac, right?”‍

“Absolutely‌‍ none. I checked‌‍​ several times.”

“Then‍⁠⁠ he really must‍​​ be a civilian.”‍

Clack,​⁠​ clack.

Moving‍‍ her claw-like hand,‌‍​ Mo Haein observed⁠‌ me.

On​ her left arm‌⁠ she had a toy arm made‌‍ of plastic.

It​‍⁠ was a mechanical​‌‌ arm with a claw similar to‌‍ those from claw‍​ machines, an item​​⁠ that could be⁠⁠ obtained in Happy‌⁠⁠ Smile Factory.

And‍ it was also‍⁠ what had just‌‌‍ strangled me.

Both‍‍‍ the system window​‌⁠ and that toy​⁠‍ arm were far​ beyond any level‍ of special effects‍⁠‍ that could possibly​‌‍ exist.

While‌ I grew dizzy​ thinking that I was truly inside‌‌‍ a game, Mo‌ Haein looked me‌⁠ up and down.⁠​​

“How⁠‌ strange.”

When‌ she tilted her⁠​‍ head to one‍ side, her short⁠ hair swayed slightly.‌⁠

I knew why she‌‌⁠ was looking at⁠​​ me suspiciously.

It‌‌ was extremely unusual​‍ for a civilian‌‍ to become involved‌⁠ in a Trial⁠ that was regularly‌​ monitored.

There‌‍ were mercenaries hired⁠⁠⁠ to clear Trials⁠⁠‍ and smugglers who​ entered illegally to⁠‌ obtain valuable items,‍‍⁠ but it was‌ very uncommon for​ someone to appear⁠ alone like this.​⁠⁠

Trials​ were, quite literally,⁠​ trials.

You​⁠‌ had to risk⁠⁠ your life, so⁠ entering in groups⁠ of at least‌ two was the‌ norm to ensure‌‌​ mutual support.

And‍​⁠ since smugglers usually‌⁠​ had equipment inferior‍⁠ to that of​ the government or⁠​ private corporations, they‌ normally compensated for‌‍‌ that disadvantage by​​‌ entering in groups⁠‌ of more than​⁠ ten people.

Of‍⁠ course, when I played, I always‌ entered alone.

In​ any case, it​⁠‍ seemed obvious that‍​ if I stayed​‍ silent, they wouldn’t‍‌ treat me particularly‌ well.

So‍‌ I put on⁠ a frightened expression.​​⁠

“Excuse​ me… Where are‍ we…?”

Since‍‌ I was genuinely⁠‍‌ confused by the​‌ entire situation, I didn’t even have⁠‍ to try very​‍ hard to make​ it convincing.

Mo​​ Haein, who seemed‌‍ to be evaluating⁠⁠ me as though‍ she had placed‌‌⁠ me on a scale, raised an‌⁠‌ eyebrow.

Then‌ she gave me‍ an answer that⁠⁠ would have made‌ any civilian who​‍​ truly knew nothing​ faint.

“In⁠‍⁠ a toy factory⁠​‍ where completely insane‍​‍ killer toys wander‍‌‍ around.”

At​⁠ that blunt answer,​‌⁠ I sharply inhaled.‍

The‌ man beside her⁠⁠‍ let out a laugh.

“It’s​​​ true that there‍‌ are killers here,​​⁠ but relax. We’ll​⁠ get you out‌​ safely.”

As​ he said that,‌‌ he showed a military identification card.⁠​‍

“Trial‍ Response Agency…?”

“It⁠​‍ falls under the‍⁠‍ Ministry of National‌ Defense. It was‌‍⁠ created recently, so​‍ you probably don’t‌ know about it.”⁠‌

In‍ any case, when⁠‍ civilians left a Trial, their memories​‌ were erased, so⁠⁠⁠ they could say⁠ whatever they wanted⁠‌‌ without worrying.

I nodded while looking⁠⁠ at both of‍‍‍ their uniforms.

Employee:​‍‍ Arena

Employee:⁠ Sample

Mo‍‍‌ Haein was wearing⁠ an orange uniform‍​ with a badge​‌⁠ that read “Arena,”‌ while the man‍⁠⁠ wore a yellow​ one with a badge that read‍ “Sample.”

However,‍‌⁠ Mo Haein’s badge‌‌‍ was a little​‍​ different.

The‌⁠‍ smile on the‍⁠​ Happy Smile symbol‌⁠⁠ was not smiling.‌‌

The‍‍‍ straight mouth instead⁠⁠‌ of a curved⁠ one looked completely‍‌ inappropriate for Happy‌⁠​ Smile Factory.

The‌ smile on the‌‌⁠ badge was a kind of life‌‍ counter.

In‍‍ Happy Smile Factory,​⁠ or HasFac for​⁠⁠ short, three chances‍‌‍ were granted, and‌‌⁠ the expression of‍​ the smile changed‌⁠⁠ every time a fatal mistake was‍​ made.

From⁠ Happy Smile, it​​ changed to a neutral expression.

And‍⁠‍ then to Sad‌‌‌ Smile, with the​​​ corners of its⁠ mouth turned downward.⁠

The⁠ Sad Smile state​ was the last​ chance.

If‌⁠ you made a mistake after that,‌ it was an‌​‍ immediate Game Over.‌

I couldn’t believe that⁠ a character like‌ Mo Haein had‍‌ already lost a life so early.‍⁠‍

“What‌ was that loud‍‌ noise I heard​​ a moment ago?”‍

I asked in a low voice, as​ if feeling out‍‍ the situation.

Honestly,‌​ I wanted to⁠‍​ ask what the​ hell they had⁠⁠ done, but unfortunately‌‍ I didn’t get‍ an answer.

“That‌ isn’t a civilian’s‍⁠ concern.”

Mo‍‌​ Haein coldly cut​ me off and‌ pulled something out‌‌ of her inventory‍‍​ before tossing it⁠‍ to me.

I caught it by​ reflex.

It‌​‌ was a toy‌‌‌ arm exactly like⁠‌⁠ the one she​⁠‍ had equipped.

Cherry‍‌‍ Picker: You can⁠ use the power​‍‍ of Happy Smile!‌⁠‌ Let’s spend happy​⁠‌ moments together!

“Put‌⁠‍ it on.”

At‍​‌ Mo Haein’s words,⁠‌‍ the man’s face​​ twisted slightly with‌‌ annoyance. He didn’t‍‍ seem to like‍​​ a valuable item⁠‍‌ being given to⁠‍‌ a civilian who​⁠ knew nothing.

I didn’t care.

“It’s‌‌⁠ okay.”

I was planning to⁠ refuse the item​​ anyway.

“Since⁠‍‍ I don’t know⁠​‍ anything about this,​‍‌ wouldn’t it be​​⁠ better if the⁠ experts used it?‌​‌ Besides, it kind‍‍ of scares me.”⁠

I even raised my⁠​ fist to show‍‍ enthusiasm while saying⁠ that the flashlight‍ hanging from my‌‌ waist seemed sufficient‍ and that I would simply follow‍‍ behind them.

Hearing‌⁠⁠ me, the man‌ seemed satisfied, while​‌⁠ Mo Haein narrowed​​​ her eyes as​ if she were​‍‍ looking at some​⁠⁠ strange person.

The⁠​ reason I refused⁠‍‍ the item was‍​⁠ the True Ending.‍‌

HasFac​ had multiple endings,‍⁠​ and the conditions‍‌ for obtaining the⁠​‌ True Ending were‍​‍ especially demanding.

‘First​‍⁠ of all, I must not equip⁠ any of the‌​ toy limbs obtained‍⁠‌ within the game.’‍

As‍‌ the story progressed,‍ NPCs gave the​​⁠ player toy limbs‍⁠‍ one by one.​‌⁠

Since‍⁠⁠ they appeared to‌ be indispensable items⁠‌‍ for progression, players​ naturally ended up‍ equipping them.

They‌‌‍ were extremely useful‌‍ items, but if‌‍⁠ you gave in‌⁠ to greed and​‍ replaced all your​⁠‌ arms and legs​⁠​ with toy versions,‌​​ you immediately obtained​ a Bad Ending.‍

It​​​ was an ending​ where you became‌ a toy employee‌‌ of HasFac and⁠ worked in the⁠ factory forever.

Mo‌ Haein surely knew​​ something that basic.‍‌

However,‌⁠‍ seeing her using⁠‍‍ a toy arm,‌‌ it seemed that​ she was unaware‌‌‍ of the existence⁠‍​ of the True⁠ Ending.

For⁠ now, I planned‌‌‌ to follow Mo‌ Haein and the‌‍ man while fulfilling​‍‍ the conditions necessary‌​ to obtain the​ True Ending.

And​‌ it wasn’t only​⁠ because of the⁠ strange threats in‌‌‍ the system window.‌​

‘If​⁠‌ I can only‍ see one ending,​​‍ then it has‍ to be the‌​​ True Ending.’

Because‌​‌ I was a firm supporter of‍ happy endings.

In⁠​‌ most games, the‍⁠ True Ending was‌‍ also the Happy​​ Ending.

Even‍ when I played⁠‍‌ Archive games, after​ seeing every ending,​⁠⁠ I always finished⁠‌ by obtaining the‍ True Ending to‌ conclude the story.‌

I could only feel‍ satisfied when I saw the characters⁠ happy in the⁠​​ end.

‘Although‌​ I’m also curious‌⁠‌ about that man.’⁠

I had a pretty‌‍⁠ good memory.

Since‍‌⁠ I loved Archive,‌ I usually remembered‌ even the smallest‍‌ details, but this‍‌ was the first​ time I had‍‍⁠ seen a man⁠​ with the nickname​​‍ Sample.

I had never seen⁠ him either inside​‌ the Trials or⁠​ in the extra⁠‍⁠ scenes that came⁠​ after the endings.​‌

It⁠ wasn’t all that⁠‌ strange, though.

Dying​⁠‍ during a Trial,​‍ becoming trapped forever,⁠​‍ or surviving only⁠​‌ to end up​‌‌ isolated because of​ a viral infection⁠ were fairly common‍⁠‌ occurrences.

Most‍⁠ likely, Sample was‌ a character who‍‌​ had disappeared from​‍‌ the world of⁠⁠ Archive before I ever had the‌⁠ chance to meet⁠⁠ him.

Mo‍ Haein stared at‌​⁠ me while speaking.⁠

“Lieutenant​ Park, you put‌ it on.”

“Yes!”‌⁠

The​‌ man immediately took​‌​ the toy arm​ and equipped it‍ on his right​⁠​ arm.

As​​ soon as he​⁠ brought the item⁠​​ close to his⁠ arm, the human‌ arm disappeared and‍⁠ was replaced by​ the toy arm.⁠​

Proudly‍‌ moving the claw‍ with a clack-clack⁠‌​ sound, he smiled‌ in satisfaction.

“If⁠ you want to​ live, just follow​⁠‌ me.”

Mo‍ Haein clicked her⁠ tongue without saying‌‍‍ anything else and⁠ started walking ahead.‍

I moved alongside the‌⁠ man as we⁠​‌ followed Mo Haein.‌

At​​⁠ the same time,‍ I discreetly shifted⁠​ my eyes to‌⁠ the side.

There​ was a Smiley‍‌ embedded in the‌‍‌ wall.

Smiley,‌‌ with his smiling‍⁠ face, was the​​ main toy of‍ Happy Smile Factory.‌‍

The​ colorful plastic figure⁠‍‌ had the same‍​‌ claw arm as‌‌ the items received⁠⁠ by players.

Upon‍ entering the factory,​ the first NPC‌​ you encountered was⁠ Smiley.

Unlike​ the mass-produced models,‍ which were barely​ fifteen centimeters tall,‌‍ NPC Smiley stood‍‌‌ one meter tall.‍

Practically​​⁠ the size of‍‌ a small child.​‍⁠

Later‍‌ on, it was​⁠ possible to fight‍‌ Smiley, but at​ this stage you‌‍⁠ only exchanged a few lines of‍‍‍ dialogue and received‍‌‍ the toy arm​‌⁠ item.

I didn’t understand why‍‍‌ someone had gone⁠​⁠ so far as⁠​ to attack him‌ and lose a life because of‌ it.

Judging​‌ by Mo Haein’s​‌ expression, which didn’t⁠ seem particularly pleased,​ I suspected the‌‍‌ man had made​ some sort of​​​ mistake.

With‍⁠ his head embedded⁠ in the wall,​ Smiley’s toy arms⁠ and legs hung‌⁠‍ limply.

Broken⁠⁠‌ mechanical noises came⁠‍‌ from his body.‍

“Sm-Smiley-we-welcomes-everyone-to-Ha-Happy-Smile-Factory-let’s-all-be-happy-happy-….”​‍​

It‌​‍ was not a pleasant sight to‍⁠ look at.

He‍​‌ was an NPC​‍‌ I had grown‌ somewhat attached to‍ while playing, so​⁠⁠ seeing him half-destroyed​​ in person made⁠⁠⁠ me quite uncomfortable.‌‌‌

It‌​ felt as though⁠‍ Smiley was going‌‍ to appear in‍ my dreams tonight.‍​

Unlike‌ me, Mo Haein⁠‍‍ and the man⁠‍‌ didn’t seem to​⁠ care.

The‌‌ man spoke to⁠‍‌ me with a friendly smile.

“We⁠‍ should introduce ourselves!‍ Park Seonggyeon. You​‌⁠ can call me‍⁠‍ Lieutenant Park.”

“I’m⁠‍ Han Goyo.”

“The​ person over there​‍‌ is Captain Mo‍‌​ Haein….”

“Lieutenant⁠​​ Park. Did you⁠​‌ come here on​‍‌ a field trip?”⁠‍‌

“Sorry.”​

Park​‍ Seonggyeon quickly apologized‌ and closed his‌‌ mouth, though he‌ rolled his eyes‌⁠‌ in dissatisfaction.

Seeing‌‌ that, I more‍ or less understood‍ why he was​ a character I didn’t know.

He​​​ had probably made‍‌ some mistake during‌​​ a Trial and⁠‌⁠ died.

And‍​ with bad luck,​‍‌ it was even‌ possible that the⁠ day he would‌⁠ make that mistake‍⁠ was today.

While⁠‍ Park Seonggyeon walked​ with a hardened‌⁠‍ expression, I crouched⁠ down, pretending to‍‌​ tie my shoelaces.‌

Taking‌ advantage of the‌ moment, I gathered‍​ a handful of‌ candies that were‍ scattered around the⁠‍​ area.

They‍⁠​ were candies whose⁠‍‌ wrappers had a hexagonal nut drawn‌ on them.

Nut​‍‌ Candy: Crick-crick, repairing‌ toys….

Nut‌ Candy was a recovery item that⁠‌ could easily be⁠​‍ found throughout HasFac.‌​‍

It‌⁠‍ was supposed to⁠‌​ taste like nuts‍‌‌ when eaten, although​⁠​ unfortunately I had‌​​ never been able‍‌ to try it‍​ myself.

Because​​ it could only​​ be used when​‍‍ you had a toy limb equipped.​⁠‍

I walked past Smiley​ and discreetly dropped‍‍ one of the‌ candies onto his‍ claw-shaped hand.

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