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I’m a Young God, Won’t You Raise Me? Chapter 35

Chapter 35

Her‍‌ real name was​ Han Goyo.

His‌ nickname as a professional player was‍ Goyo.

The​‍‌ reason Kang Byeokrin⁠⁠ came to know‌ Goyo was pure⁠ coincidence.

To⁠⁠​ begin with, she‍‍ had no interest‍​ whatsoever in professional‌⁠‌ gamers or video⁠⁠ games.

However,​‍​ one day, videos​ of Goyo’s matches‍‍ started appearing in‌​​ her MTube algorithm.‌

Naturally,‌‌ she ignored them.​‌​

She‍‍​ even marked several‌⁠‍ times that she‍​ wasn’t interested in​‌ that kind of‍‍ content, but, due⁠‍ to some strange‍ error, they kept​ appearing over and⁠ over again.

As​‌ she pressed the⁠⁠‌ [Not Interested] option⁠​‌ for what felt​​ like the hundredth‌‌ time.

One​‌‌ day, without realizing‌ it, she found​ herself staring at⁠‍⁠ the thumbnail.

After‍‍​ seeing it so‍‌ many times, that​ face had started‍⁠ to look familiar.‌⁠‍

‘He’s⁠‌ pretty handsome.’

With‍ a face like‌⁠ that, he should⁠‍ have gone into‌‌ the entertainment industry​​‌ instead of playing‌​ video games.

If‍⁠‍ he had been​‍​ an idol or‌ an actor, she‌‍​ would have considered‍​ making him an‌​ ambassador for one⁠ of the group’s​⁠ companies.

‘Could⁠ it be because⁠‍‌ he’s too short?’⁠​

With⁠‍ a face like‌​ that, it was​‌ the only explanation⁠ she could think‍‌⁠ of for why⁠​ he wasn’t a celebrity.

For​ the first time,⁠‌‌ Kang Byeokrin played⁠‍‍ one of his⁠‍ videos.

‘What?‌‍ Why aren’t they​ showing the player?’⁠

Several‍‍⁠ people were moving⁠ tiny characters around‌​​ in a game,⁠​ but the players​​‍ themselves were never⁠ shown; the screen​​⁠ displayed only the⁠‌‍ match.

Her⁠ curiosity piqued, she⁠ began skipping ahead⁠​ ten seconds at‌‍​ a time, trying⁠ to find the‌ moment when the‌⁠​ boy she wanted​⁠ to see would⁠ appear.

As‌‍ she skipped through⁠⁠‌ the video, the⁠ commentator kept repeating​‍⁠ the same name​‌ over and over.​

“Goyo!​ Goyo! Goyooooo!!! This‍‌⁠ is impossible! Player​‌‌ Goyo has absolutely​ no intention of‍ losing! It’s absolutely‌​‍ impossible for him​⁠‍ to lose!”

“Huff,‍‌⁠ underage players are‍ the scariest. After‌‍ all, they have‌ the best reflexes.​​‍ Ah, just as​​ I was saying‌‍‌ that…! Wow!! Goyo!!!‍​​ He completely overwhelms‍ his opponent once‍​⁠ again! It’s utterly⁠ one-sided!”

Other‌‍‍ names were mentioned‍ as well, but‍ none came close‌‍⁠ to how often‍‍ they said “Goyo.”‌‌

That‍​‍ boy wasn’t just⁠ handsome.

He‌⁠ also seemed to⁠‌ be unbelievably good.‍‍

She⁠‌‍ patiently skipped through‍​⁠ a video that‍​⁠ was over thirty‍‌ minutes long, ten⁠ seconds at a time.

Even‌⁠‌ so, she barely​​‌ managed to catch‍⁠‌ glimpses of him.‍⁠⁠

During‌​ the match, he‌⁠​ would occasionally appear‍ in a tiny,​​ low-resolution window in​‌ one corner of‍‍ the screen.

And‌​​ those moments lasted⁠‍ only an instant.‍

After‌‌‌ pressing the fast-forward​​ button again and⁠‌ again, Kang Byeokrin⁠‌ finally got a good look at​⁠‌ him once the‍ match ended.

His⁠⁠ face was so⁠ expressionless that he⁠‍ almost seemed cold.‍​​

The‍​‍ slight upward tilt‍‌ of his eyes‍⁠⁠ gave him a strong, confident look.‍‍‌

But⁠ the instant victory⁠ was confirmed.

The​​‍ corners of his‌ lips slowly curved‍ upward as he‌ removed his headset.⁠‌

The​​⁠ face that had‌​ remained indifferent throughout​‍‍ the entire match⁠‌‍ lit up with​ a radiant smile.‍

Kang​ Byeokrin stared blankly⁠‌⁠ at the screen.‌⁠

For‍‍⁠ a moment, it‌ felt as though‌ he was glowing.⁠

And⁠‍​ by the time⁠⁠ she came to⁠ her senses.

She‍ was already searching‍‍ for every video​⁠‍ of him she‍​ could find.

‘He’s​‍​ 181 centimeters tall?‍‌​ That’s actually pretty⁠ tall. He hasn’t⁠‍⁠ been a professional‌‍‍ player for long,‍‍ and next year‌ he’ll already be⁠‍‍ an adult… He’s⁠ younger than me.’⁠⁠

”Mid?​‍ Center…? I don’t⁠​‍ understand what they’re⁠ talking about, but‌​‌ it looks like⁠​‌ Goyo is the‌‌ best. He always‍ wins whenever he‌⁠ plays. Besides, he’s‍⁠ the name they⁠​‌ mention the most.”‍

She‍‌ spent the entire‌​‍ night binge-watching every​‍ Goyo video she⁠​⁠ could find.

The‌‌ next morning, with​‌ her eyes completely​​ bloodshot, she finally⁠ admitted it.

She⁠‌ had developed an‍ enormous interest in‍​‌ that young professional‌‍‍ player.

It⁠⁠⁠ was the first—and‌​ also the last—time‌‌ in her life⁠⁠ that she ever‌​‌ became someone’s fan.⁠‌

As‍ long as she‍ followed Goyo, Kang⁠⁠ Byeokrin was happy.⁠​

At​ first, she fell​ for his face.‌‌​

But‌ as time passed,​​‍ she ended up​​‌ falling in love‌‍⁠ with the way‍‍ he played.

Following‍ the recommendation of‌⁠ her assistants, she​ never expressed that‌ admiration publicly, since⁠‍⁠ it didn’t fit​‌‌ the image she​ was expected to⁠​‍ project as the​‍⁠ heir to a conglomerate.

But‌ her affection for⁠ the player named​‍ Goyo was completely‌‍ genuine.

Even​‍‌ if it only⁠ lasted a year.‍

That​ was all the‌‍ time she was⁠ able to watch⁠‍ him play.

“Haah…”‌‍

Coming‌​⁠ back to the​‍​ present, Kang Byeokrin‍ let out a sigh.

Goyo’s⁠‍ final match remained⁠ as vivid in‍​ her memory as‌‌ if it had‍ happened yesterday.

Not⁠‌ long ago, she‌‌⁠ had received the‍‍ news that he‌​‍ had suddenly disappeared,⁠ and ever since⁠ then she had‌​⁠ worried about him‍ every single day.‍⁠‌

She‌ had never imagined​‌‌ they would meet⁠‍‍ again like this.​

‘I​ wonder if he’s‌ okay…?’

Earlier,​⁠ she had run‌ off in shock​ and hadn’t even‍‌⁠ had the chance⁠‌ to look at‌​ him properly.

She​​ took several deep⁠ breaths, trying to​⁠ calm her heart,‍ which was still​​​ pounding.

Approaching​​ a retired player‌⁠⁠ whose career had‍⁠ ended because of​ an injury and‌​⁠ telling him she‍​ was his fan‍‌ would probably only‌​ make him uncomfortable.‌​‌

Besides,⁠ the fact that‌‍​ she liked professional‍‍⁠ gamers was a secret she kept‌​ hidden from the​ public.

‘Act⁠​ naturally. As if‍‍ you don’t know‌​​ him… Completely naturally!’​‌‍

Hugging​ a twenty-five-centimeter Goyo‌ plushie, Kang Byeokrin‍ repeated those words⁠ to herself over​ and over again.⁠⁠‍

Then​⁠‍ she ran to​​ her walk-in closet.⁠‍⁠

She​‍‌ rummaged through every‍‍ single piece of​‌ clothing until she​ found an outfit‍ that looked elegant⁠‌ without being overly⁠ formal.

With​‌ almost solemn determination,​ she headed downstairs‍‌ to the living‌‌⁠ room, where Goyo‍‍‌ would be waiting⁠⁠ for her.

And​ her plan to⁠‍⁠ “act naturally” failed⁠‌ spectacularly.

***‌‍​

“Please⁠‍‍ follow me.”

Guided​‌⁠ by Director Woo,‌‍ I entered the‌⁠​ mansion while looking‌‌ around with curiosity.‍‌

‘It’s​ really huge.’

The‍‍ garden was enormous‍‌ as well.

It⁠​‍ was exactly the‌⁠ kind of place⁠ one imagined when‌‌ thinking of the‍⁠ home of an⁠ extremely wealthy family.​⁠​

The‍​‍ interior was elegant⁠ and refined, clearly⁠ reflecting its owner’s⁠⁠ taste.

However,⁠⁠ I couldn’t enjoy‌ it in peace.​‍

Because​ Director Woo remained⁠⁠‍ standing very close‌‍ to me with​ impeccable posture.

‘I‍​ feel like he‍​​ keeps staring at​‍ me.’

Someone‌‌​ like Cheongang’s Director⁠​ surely knew of‌‌ the Trial Response‍‍⁠ Agency’s existence.

He‌‌⁠ might not have‍ known that Samra‍​⁠ was an android,⁠​ but he had⁠‍‌ to be aware⁠ that he held‍‌ an important position.​​⁠

And‌⁠ yet, he didn’t​⁠ pay the slightest​​​ attention to Samra.‌

He​⁠ only watched me.​‌

Every‍ time our eyes‍⁠ met, he gave‌‍ me a flawless⁠ professional smile.

But‌​‌ for some reason,⁠‍ there was a chill hidden behind‌​ that smile.

I discreetly glanced at​ my watch.

There​ were five minutes⁠⁠ left until the⁠ appointed time.

“The‌​‍ Chairwoman will arrive​ right on time.”⁠​⁠

Director⁠‍⁠ Woo said with⁠‌ a faint smile.⁠‌‍

“Thank‌​ you very much.”‍‍⁠

The‍‌​ moment I thanked‌⁠ him, his smile‌⁠‌ grew even deeper.‌

’…I‍⁠ think he likes​ me even less‍​⁠ now.’

I didn’t understand why,‍​‌ but all I wanted was to‌⁠⁠ settle the matter​‌‍ as quickly as‌‌ possible and leave.‍​

Crash!‌‍​

At⁠ that moment, a loud crash came​ from the upper‍ floor.

Director‌ Woo immediately ran‍‍ toward the stairs,‌‌ and I also‍ jumped to my‌⁠ feet.

Kang‍​ Byeokrin was coming⁠‌ down the stairs‌ with a limp,⁠‍ supported by Director‍⁠ Woo.

“Are‌‍⁠ you alright?”

I immediately walked over⁠​‍ to ask her.​‍

Kang‍‍ Byeokrin’s face turned‍ completely red.

‘Ah…’​⁠

I took a step‌ back.

Maybe‍‌‌ she was embarrassed‍‍ about falling, and⁠‍‌ I’d been too⁠ forward by approaching⁠ her.

Then‍ she immediately exclaimed,‍​‍

“I’m⁠​⁠ fine!”

Her‌‌ voice cracked as‌⁠‌ she spoke.

Her‍‍‌ neck also turned​ red, while Director​​ Woo was no​⁠ longer even trying​ to hide the‌‌ fact that he​⁠⁠ was glaring daggers​ at me.

‘I‌⁠ don’t know what​‌‍ I did, but​ I’m sorry…’

As⁠‌⁠ I apologized to‍‍ myself inwardly, Kang‍⁠ Byeokrin asked a strange question.

“And…⁠​⁠ are you alright?”‌

I had no idea‍ what she meant.⁠⁠

Just⁠⁠ as I was‍‍ wondering how to‍‌​ answer, the true​​‍ host of the‌​⁠ meeting entered the‌‌​ living room.

“Samra!”⁠

Her​ powerful voice echoed‍​ throughout the high-ceilinged‌‍ house.

A woman with thick​​‍ shoulder-length hair strode​‌ toward us.

Although⁠‍‍ she was already‍ past sixty, she‌‌‍ looked like a middle-aged woman.

Cheongang’s⁠‌‍ Chairwoman, Kang Cheonseo,‌⁠ walked straight up‍ to Samra and‍​ held out her​ hand.

“How‍⁠‌ have you been?”‌‍​

“I’ve‍‌ been well.”

Samra‍ replied politely as‌ he shook her‌⁠​ hand.

“Hahaha.‌ You’re still a civil servant?”

“And‌‌ I intend to‌​‌ remain one.”

“What⁠‌‍ a shame. If⁠‍ you ever quit,‍⁠ call me immediately,‌ alright? I’m first‌ in line.”

“Chairwoman⁠‍ Kang Cheonseo is‌ not first in‍‍ line.”

“Oh,⁠​‍ come on, we’re‍⁠​ friends. Let me‌ cut in.”

“That‍ is a subjective‌⁠ opinion, Chairwoman Kang⁠​‌ Cheonseo.”

Although‌​ the response might‌‌ have sounded rude,​‍ Kang Cheonseo simply⁠​ burst into hearty‍‍⁠ laughter.

Then‌ she turned her​‍​ gaze toward me.‌

“So‌‍‌ I was wondering​ why our precious​ Samra had decided‍‍⁠ to venture out‌‍ into the outside‌​ world.”

The‍⁠​ contrast between the‌⁠ black and white‍⁠ of her eyes⁠⁠‍ was striking, giving⁠‌ her a powerful​‌​ gaze.

She​ extended her hand‌​​ toward me as⁠‍‌ she said,

“I‍⁠ never imagined it‌​ would be because‌‍⁠ of Goyo. It’s‍ a pleasure to‍‍ meet you. I should have greeted‌ you while you‌‍ were still competing,‍‌ but in the⁠‌​ end, we ended‍‌‍ up meeting after​ your retirement.”

I froze completely at‌‌‌ those unexpected words.‌‍​

Kang​⁠ Cheonseo smiled.

“We‍‍‍ were one of‍​ your sponsors too,​​​ remember? We got​ involved because of​​‌ you, Goyo.”

“…Thank‌⁠ you very much.”⁠

I managed to answer⁠‌ with great effort.‍

Only‍ then did I bow deeply.

“I⁠​ never imagined you⁠‌​ would remember me.​ I’m sorry for​ not greeting you‍ sooner. It’s an⁠‌ honor to meet‌​ you, Chairwoman.”

“An⁠ honor? The honor‌ is mine for‍‍​ being able to⁠‍ meet you, Goyo.”⁠

After‌⁠‍ lightly waving her‍ hand a couple​‍ of times, she​ shifted her gaze​ to Kang Byeokrin.‍⁠

“Rin.​ Go upstairs and‍​⁠ have that injury​‌ treated.”

“Grandma…!”‌

Kang​ Byeokrin called out​ in the saddest⁠​ voice imaginable.

But⁠‍​ Kang Cheonseo interrupted‍⁠‌ her mercilessly.

“Kang⁠ Byeokrin.”

She⁠ frowned but ultimately‌ headed toward the​​ elevator, leaning on​⁠ Director Woo for​ support.

Once⁠⁠‍ she disappeared, Kang‌‌‍ Cheonseo elegantly shook‍⁠​ her head.

“It’s⁠​ my fault for⁠​ raising my granddaughter‌ so poorly. That‌​ girl is a wild colt.”

Then‍ she looked directly​‍‍ at me.

“Goyo,‍ you can understand⁠ her, can’t you?”⁠⁠‌

I smiled faintly.

“I⁠⁠​ didn’t see anything⁠‍ at all.”

Kang‍‌​ Cheonseo let out​ a laugh.

“Shall‌⁠‌ we eat? You⁠‌ must be hungry.”⁠​⁠

It⁠‌ felt as though‌​‍ she were treating​ me like a child.

Although,​‌‌ considering her age,⁠‌ it wasn’t exactly​‍‍ strange.

Honestly,​ if it meant⁠⁠‍ obtaining Proper Appearance,‍ I didn’t care.⁠

I wouldn’t have even‍​​ minded being treated​ like an animal.⁠

As‍‍ I followed Kang‌​⁠ Cheonseo toward the‍‌ dining room, I even found myself‌ wondering whether crawling‌ on all fours‌​​ or barking would‍​ do less damage​ to the Trial‍​​ Response Agency’s reputation.​‌

The‌⁠ servants, moving without⁠ making the slightest‌ sound, had already‌‌‌ laid out a table full of‌‍‌ hot dishes on⁠‍ an enormous marble‌⁠‌ table.

Kang⁠⁠⁠ Cheonseo seated Samra⁠‌ and me.

As‌‌ she offered us⁠‌​ various dishes, she​​ naturally guided the​‌‍ conversation.

To‍⁠​ my surprise, she‍ had an incredible‌‍‍ talent for making​​‌ her conversation partner‌‍ feel comfortable.

That​ was precisely what‌​ made me even⁠​ more nervous.

I forced myself to‌‌⁠ stay completely focused​ so I wouldn’t⁠‍‌ accidentally reveal any⁠⁠‍ improper information under​‌​ the conversational skill⁠​​ of such an‌ experienced businesswoman.

Only‌‌ after dessert had‍⁠ been served did‌‌ the real matter‍​ begin.

After​ having all the‍‌ servants leave, Kang‍‍⁠ Cheonseo spoke with​‌​ a meaningful smile.⁠⁠

“So‌‍‌ then, Goyo. What‍‍ favor did you​​ want to ask‌⁠ of me that‌ brought you all⁠‌​ the way here?”⁠‌⁠

I set down the‍⁠‍ spoon I had‍⁠⁠ been using to​⁠ eat persimmon sorbet.‌​

“Hm?‍​​ Why are you‌​ putting it down?‌ You can keep​⁠ eating while we⁠‌ talk.”

“Yes.‍​‍ Thank you.”

Even⁠‍ so, I didn’t‌ touch the dessert‌ again.

I waited for the​ Chairwoman to continue.‌‍‍

The‌⁠‌ corners of her​‌ eyes curved into⁠‌‍ deep wrinkles.

“It⁠⁠ must be a very important request.⁠​‌ I’ve never seen​ Samra leave the​ Agency or personally‍⁠ help anyone before.”‍‍

She​‌ didn’t seem like⁠‌⁠ someone who liked‌⁠‍ beating around the‍⁠​ bush.

So‌‌⁠ I got straight⁠ to the point.​

“I‍⁠ would like to‍‍ request the support​ of the item⁠ called Proper Appearance,‍ which is currently‌‌ in the Chairwoman’s‍ possession. It is​ an item necessary⁠‌⁠ to clear a Trial.”

“Hmm…”‍⁠⁠

Kang​ Cheonseo let out⁠‍⁠ a murmur of​‍‍ apparent discomfort.

But⁠ even I could‌​ tell it wasn’t⁠‌ genuine.

“I‌⁠ can’t hand it‍ over without receiving‌‍‍ something in return.”​​‍

“Please​‍⁠ explain your reason.”​​‍

“Samra,⁠​ don’t be so‍‍ strict. Pasung obtained‌ that item with​‍ an incredible amount‍ of effort. If​ I simply hand‌ it over to‌ the Trial Response‌‌ Agency now, what‍⁠ would that make⁠ me look like?”⁠

Pasung…?⁠

Instinctively,​ I straightened my‍‌​ posture again.

Then⁠‌ I asked as⁠ calmly as possible,‍

“Was⁠ it Pasung’s CEO​​​ who obtained Proper​‌ Appearance?”

“That’s‌⁠ right. CEO Cha⁠‍​ of Pasung is⁠‍⁠ truly extraordinary. You⁠ know him too,‌‌ don’t you, Goyo?”⁠‌

Of‍‌ course I know​ him.

Very​​ well.

I barely managed to​‍⁠ swallow all the​‌‌ words threatening to​‌ spill out.

Because​ Pasung’s CEO Cha‍ was…

My‍‌​ favorite character!

‘So‌‍‍ he exists in‍ this world too.’⁠‍

As‍ I struggled to​ contain my excitement,‍‌⁠ Kang Cheonseo added⁠‍​ even more fuel​ to the fire.‌

“What⁠ a dilemma, Goyo.​ How about speaking‌⁠‌ directly with CEO​​​ Cha to ask⁠⁠ for his permission?‌‍ I can call‌⁠‌ him right now.”​⁠

She‍ took out her⁠ phone and waved⁠ it in front‌‍⁠ of me.

Talk​ to my favorite‌⁠ character?

It‍‌‌ was an opportunity​‌‌ I couldn’t let​‌ slip away.

Trying‌‌‌ not to let‌​​ my excitement show,⁠‌​ I replied,

“If⁠‍​ it wouldn’t be⁠‍ too much trouble,⁠⁠​ I’d like to‍​ as—”

“No.”​‌

Samra⁠ interrupted me.

His⁠‌ expression disappeared completely.‍‌⁠

The‍‌⁠ face that had​⁠⁠ been imitating human‌‌⁠ reactions until just​‍ moments ago became‍‍​ astonishingly cold.

“Chairwoman⁠​ Kang Cheonseo. What‍⁠​ exactly do you​​ think you’re doing?”​

“What‍​ is it, Samra?​‍ I was only⁠‌‍ going to make‍​‌ a phone call.‍‌​ It seems you’re⁠ hiding something.”

“This⁠⁠‍ is not a matter in which‌‌‍ Chairwoman Kang Cheonseo‌ should involve herself.”‌​​

“Would⁠ you like me⁠​ to guess?”

Kang‍​ Cheonseo smiled mischievously.⁠⁠

“CEO⁠ Cha of Pasung‌​ is looking for‍ Goyo, isn’t he?”⁠‍

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