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I’m a Young God, Won’t You Raise Me? Chapter 36

Chapter 36

Samra​​ did not respond.‍

But‌‌ even if he‍ had denied the‍‍ accusation, it would⁠​‌ have been pointless.‌‌

The‌​‌ fact that Kang​‌ Cheonseo had dared‌⁠‍ to say it⁠ outright in front‌‌ of Samra meant​⁠ she was completely‌ certain.

For‌ the first time,‌‌‌ I couldn’t control​‌⁠ my expression.

‘CEO‌‍‌ Cha of Paseong?‌‌ Me?’

Paseong​⁠⁠ was the world’s⁠​⁠ most famous private​ military company founded⁠‍⁠ by Adepts.

It‌⁠ had earned international​ renown, boasting an‌ astonishing 90% success⁠‌‍ rate in its‌ operations.

All‍ thanks to its‌‌‌ CEO.

Whenever​‌​ a Paseong mercenary‌​ failed a Trial,​‌‌ the company would​⁠ ask the client‌ whether they wished​ to attempt a second incursion.

If​‍⁠ they did, the‌ client had to‍ pay an additional‍​ fee, and if‌ they agreed, Paseong’s‌⁠‌ CEO would personally⁠⁠‍ enter the Trial.‌‍

To⁠‌ this day, he‌ had never failed‍ a single one.​‍

However,⁠‌⁠ unlike Je Hyuno,‍‌​ Paseong’s CEO was‍⁠ a completely ordinary‍⁠⁠ human who had‌​ not been infected​⁠⁠ with the BT‍ virus.

Even⁠⁠‌ so, his extraordinary​ success rate was​​‍ enough that no⁠⁠‍ one questioned his‌‍ abilities.

Paseong’s‍⁠ CEO kept every⁠‌ detail of his‌‍ personal information a secret.

The⁠‍ only thing publicly⁠⁠ known was the⁠ title “CEO Cha,”​ and no one‌⁠‍ even knew whether​ Cha was actually‍‌ his surname.

Furthermore,⁠‍ he always concealed‌‌‌ his face behind⁠ a white mask—an⁠‌ item that not‍⁠‍ only distorted his⁠⁠‍ voice but also‍‍ reduced the cognitive‌​​ abilities of anyone⁠‌ who looked at​ him.

Because​ of that, even⁠ within Paseong, only⁠ a small number‍ of highly trusted⁠ executives knew what‌‌ he truly looked⁠ like.

‘And⁠ one of the‍‌​ few people who‌‍ does know is‍​ the Chairman of​ Cheongang.’

In​⁠‍ other words, only​ someone on the‍ Chairman of Cheongang’s​​ level was worthy⁠ of seeing Paseong’s​ CEO remove his⁠​ mask.

Within⁠ Archive World, Paseong’s⁠ CEO was a character who completely​ divided the readers.​⁠⁠

His⁠​ personality was so​⁠ cold that many‌​‌ wondered whether he⁠‍ might actually be​ a psychopath or‌ a sociopath.

With‌ the exception of​ a few people​​⁠ he trusted completely,‍ he treated everyone​ else as nothing‌ more than tools.‍⁠‍

He‍‍ never judged things‍‍ based on right⁠‍ or wrong, only​‌​ on usefulness.

His​‍ arrogant attitude and‍‌‍ cutting remarks frequently⁠ caused unnecessary conflicts.‌

Even‍​​ so, he was⁠⁠​ an indispensable existence​​ in confronting the‍‌ Trials appearing all‌‍‍ over the world.​

Those⁠ who found him⁠⁠⁠ fascinating and those‌ who despised him‍ could never understand‌​ one another and‌‍‍ constantly criticized each‌‍⁠ other.

I could understand both‍⁠​ sides.

But⁠⁠ in the end,​‌‌ I was always⁠‍‍ on Paseong CEO’s⁠‌‍ side.

It‍ was shameless favoritism⁠‍⁠ toward my favorite​ character.

And‍ now it turned​ out he was​⁠ looking for me.⁠⁠

Knowing​⁠ that I had⁠​‍ caught my favorite⁠ character’s attention made‍ me feel both​ a little happy⁠‌​ and thoroughly chilled.​⁠

After‍‍ all, I knew⁠ very well how‍⁠​ terrifying he was.⁠‍‌

‘In‌​‍ that sense… is⁠ he a little​ like Je Hyuno?’‌

At‌ the same time,⁠⁠‌ I couldn’t help‍⁠⁠ feeling confused.

Considering⁠ the relationship between‍‍ the Trial Response​‌ Agency and Paseong,‍ there was no⁠‌ reason for them‌‍‍ to be looking‍⁠ for me.

In‍​ South Korea, as‌ a general rule,‌ every Trial and​‍ every item belonged​⁠ to the State.⁠‍

However,⁠‌ the Trial Response‍​‌ Agency couldn’t handle‌⁠⁠ every Trial that​​ appeared in the‍‌ country on its​‌ own.

That⁠‍ was why it‌​​ established cooperative relationships‌ with private companies.‍​

And⁠⁠‌ its primary partner​⁠ was none other‌ than Paseong.

In​​‍ exchange for handling​⁠‍ the missions assigned‍‌​ to it by‌​ the Trial Response‌‍ Agency, Paseong obtained⁠‍ ownership of certain‍ Trials and the‌‍ items found within‌‌ them.

It⁠ also received supplies‌‌ of vaccines and⁠‍ treatments for the‌‍‍ BT virus.

Paseong​⁠ and the Trial‌ Response Agency also‍​ exchanged, bought, and‌⁠ sold information and​‍⁠ items on a priority basis.

The⁠‍ two organizations needed⁠​ each other.

Therefore,​ Paseong had no‌ reason to become⁠ hostile toward the⁠​​ Trial Response Agency.‍

And⁠ yet, they were⁠‍ pursuing the very‌​​ person the Trial⁠‌ Response Agency was⁠​‍ watching most closely—me.‍​​

They‍‍‌ had to know⁠⁠ perfectly well that‍ this could jeopardize‍⁠ the good relationship‌ between both sides.‌​

“Goyo,‌ doesn’t it seem‌​ strange to you?‌ Why would they⁠⁠ hide something like‌⁠ that? I don’t⁠‍ understand.”

Kang‌ Cheonseo asked me‍‍ with the faintest⁠‌​ smile.

“It‌‌ seems the Trial‌ Response Agency isn’t​‍ treating you very‌ well. Would you​⁠⁠ like me to⁠‍​ fix that?”

“Chairwoman⁠ Kang Cheonseo. Any‍⁠ further remarks would⁠‍ constitute actions contrary‍ to the Trial‌ Response Agency.”

“My,⁠⁠ how frightening.”

A faint mocking smile​‍ appeared on her‌ lips.

Her‌‍⁠ expression seemed to‌ say,

“An⁠ improvised institution like​ that is awfully​‍ full of itself.”‌‍‌

But⁠‍ she voiced no‍‍​ further complaints.

No‍⁠ matter how young⁠​​ the organization was—it⁠ had existed for‍‌ only four years—the​ Trial Response Agency‍ was still one​ of the very‌ few means capable⁠‍‍ of stopping the⁠ Trials.

At⁠‌ last, she conceded‌ to Samra.

“Very⁠‍‍ well. I’ll leave‌⁠⁠ it at that.”‌‌

After‍​ saying it in⁠‍ a carefree tone,​​​ Kang Cheonseo turned​ to me again.‌‍‌

“Goyo,​​‌ are you eating‌​​ properly?”

She‌ took out a card and held‌ it out to⁠⁠ me.

It‌ was a Black‍​‌ Card, the kind​⁠ I had only⁠‌‍ ever heard about.​⁠

“Use‍⁠​ it to buy‍ yourself something delicious.⁠‍‍ Think of it‌‌‌ as pocket money‌ from an adult.‌ Alright?”

“Chairwoman‌⁠‍ Kang Cheonseo.”

“The⁠​⁠ Trial Response Agency⁠ won’t even allow⁠​ a simple gesture‍ of gratitude. Goyo,‍ because of Samra,‌ I can’t even​ give you any‍⁠​ pocket money.”

Kang‌ Cheonseo feigned regret,‌ saying it hurt‌​‌ her pride, her​⁠ tone completely playful.⁠‌‍

But⁠⁠ I felt a chill run through‌⁠‍ my chest.

It⁠‌ was easy to⁠​‍ guess that the‍⁠ Black Card was​ a trap.

If‍‍ I accepted it⁠‌​ and used it,​⁠⁠ it would serve​ to track my⁠‌ location and every‌ one of my‍ movements.

‘Does⁠ the Chairwoman want‌⁠‌ to push me⁠ toward Paseong?’

I couldn’t understand what‌ her objective was.​

If‌​ she intended to‌‌‌ sow discord between‌⁠⁠ Paseong and the​​ Trial Response Agency,⁠ then the situation‍‍‍ was beginning to⁠‍ make some sense.‌

But​ even so, I couldn’t see how‍ that would benefit​⁠‍ Cheongang.

Precisely‌⁠‍ because I knew‌⁠ how much Kang‍‌⁠ Cheonseo valued Cheongang,‌‌ all of this‍⁠‍ seemed even stranger.‍‍

In​‌ the past, her‌‌‍ name had been⁠ Kang Soyoung.

She​‍​ trampled countless people​ to reach the‌​‍ position of Chairwoman‍‍ of Cheongang.

And​‍‌ on the very‌‌ day she reached‍ the top, she‍ officially changed her‌‍ name to Kang⁠⁠ Cheonseo.

It‌ was her way‌ of declaring that​‍​ she was Cheongang.‌​⁠

If⁠ someone like her‍‌ had started a game so dangerous​​ that it could⁠​‍ even affect Cheongang,⁠ there had to‌ be an extremely‌⁠⁠ important reason behind‍⁠ it all.

“Instead‍‌ of giving you​⁠ pocket money, I’ll​‍ go get you⁠⁠ some Grooming. I have to pick​‌⁠ it up personally.⁠ Can you wait⁠​ a moment?”

“Thank‍‍ you very much,​ Chairwoman.”

Pushing⁠ all those thoughts‍​​ aside, I immediately‍‌‌ answered with a smile.

The‌‍‌ most important thing⁠​ was obtaining Grooming‌ from Cheongang.

Until⁠‌ I understood why⁠ Paseong was looking‌ for me, I didn’t want to⁠‍ arouse suspicion in‍‌‍ that direction and‍ lose the Abnormal⁠ Disaster Management Agency’s‌‍ trust.

And⁠ besides, no matter‍ how much Paseong’s​⁠ CEO was my⁠‌ favorite character, even⁠ through that filter⁠⁠‍ I had to​​ admit that his‌​ personality left a great deal to⁠​​ be desired.

Compared​‍ to him, Samra‍ could be considered⁠ a complete gentleman.‍⁠

‘Besides,⁠‌‌ right now I need Samra much​‍‌ more.’

For⁠⁠ the time being,‍​⁠ remaining with the​‌‌ Trial Response Agency⁠ was still the​‌ best option for​⁠‌ me.

***‍‌​

Kang‍​ Cheonseo personally escorted‌‌ Samra and Han​‍ Goyo to the⁠‍ front entrance.

As⁠ she watched Han⁠⁠‍ Goyo politely bow‌⁠ deeply in farewell​‌ with satisfaction, the​​⁠ expression on her‌‍ face turned cold‌ the moment the‌ door closed.

She‍‌ stared at the‍ closed door for⁠‍​ a few moments‍ before turning around​ and walking down‍​ the long hallway.‌‍​

At​‌⁠ that moment, her‌ phone rang, and⁠ she answered it⁠ immediately.

“Well,‍‌ look who’s calling.”‌​​

The‍​‌ coldness from moments‍​⁠ ago disappeared completely.​ As soon as​ she answered, she​ began joking.

“CEO⁠‌‍ Cha! To what‍⁠⁠ do I owe‌ the honor of⁠‌⁠ receiving a call​ from an old​ woman like me?”‍

The​​ response from the⁠‍​ other side, however,​ was cold.

— Chairwoman Kang. I’m‌ disappointed.

The⁠ accusation came without⁠‍ the slightest explanation.‍‍

Kang​‌‌ Cheonseo smiled casually.‌

“You’ve‌‌ had me under‌⁠ surveillance? How frightening.⁠‍⁠ News reaches you‍​​ quickly.”

— It’s only natural‍‌​ to be disappointed‍ when you hand​ over an item⁠‍ that Paseong obtained‍ to the Trial‌ Response Agency. Instead‍⁠‌ of returning it⁠ to us.

“Hmm,​ I didn’t really⁠ have a choice.⁠​‌ Besides, I didn’t⁠‌ give it away.⁠‌ I merely lent⁠⁠‌ it.”

— Explain your reason.‌‌‍

“That‍‍‌ isn’t something to⁠ discuss over the‍​ phone. How about⁠ we meet in‌ person? It’s been‍‌ a long time⁠⁠ since we’ve seen‍‌​ each other.”

— ……

The‌ silence conveyed obvious‌ displeasure.

Kang​​​ Cheonseo quietly exhaled.⁠

‘What​‌ an ill-mannered brat.’‌‍‌

But‌ she wasn’t angry.‍​

On‍‍​ the contrary.

She‌​‌ found the entire⁠ situation extraordinarily interesting.⁠⁠

“When‍‍ you hear the​ story, you’ll be‌ satisfied. I guarantee​‍ its quality. Since‌​​ our CEO Cha‍‌ is such a busy man, I’ll​‌ adapt completely to‌‌ your schedule. Whenever‍​​ you like.”

— It’s difficult for​​‌ me to come⁠ personally. Tell me‌‌ now—

“I’ve‌ met Han Goyo.”⁠⁠⁠

Kang‍‌‍ Cheonseo smiled broadly,‍ knowing the other‌‍⁠ party couldn’t see‌‍ her.

“So,‍ how about we​ discuss it in⁠‌‍ person?”

And‍‍ she hung up⁠‌ without waiting for‍ a reply.

Her‍‍ granddaughter came running‍ down the stairs.​

After​‍​ being confined to⁠‍‌ the third floor⁠‌‌ until she was‌ finally given permission⁠‍‌ to come down,​ Kang Byeokrin looked‌‌ utterly dejected.

“Has…‍‍ he already left?”​⁠

Kang⁠​ Cheonseo shrugged.

“A‌​ while ago.”

“Grandma!”⁠‍‌

Kang​‌ Byeokrin protested in‍‌‍ a voice full​ of sorrow.

How‍⁠⁠ could she do‌ something like that​‍⁠ when she knew‌ perfectly well that‌​​ she was Goyo’s‍‍ fan?

Of⁠ course she knew.‍

After⁠‌ all, the only‍⁠ reason Cheongang had​​ sponsored an esports‍ team was because‌⁠ of Kang Byeokrin.‌​

“That‍ is precisely why‍​​ I didn’t let⁠ you see him,⁠⁠ Rin.”

“Huh?”⁠‍⁠

“You’re​ supposed to be⁠‍ Cheongang’s future heir.‌​ Do you think‍‍ you can behave⁠⁠​ in such an​⁠​ undignified manner? I arranged all of‌​​ this so you⁠ could meet Han​​‌ Goyo, and you‍‍⁠ completely fell apart‌‌ the moment you​‍ saw him.”

“…I’m⁠‍ sorry.”

“As⁠​ long as you’re​ aware of your‌​⁠ mistake, that’s enough.​⁠⁠ Never forget that⁠‍‍ one day you’ll⁠ represent Cheongang. Don’t⁠ do things that​​ make you look‍​‌ ridiculous, Rin.”

“Yes.‌​⁠ I’ll keep that⁠ in mind.”

After⁠ finishing the brief⁠ scolding, Kang Cheonseo⁠‌⁠ shook her head.⁠

“Honestly…‌‌ on the other​​‍ hand, Han Goyo,​‍ at only twenty-four​‌‍ years old, is‍‍ truly an admirable‍⁠ young man.”

“Right?⁠‌ I’ve always said‌ Goyo is very‌ mature and has⁠‍​ a good head​ on his shoulders.”⁠⁠‍

“Oh,⁠​ dear…”

Seeing​​‍ her granddaughter grinning‌‌​ from ear to‌ ear even after‌‍ that comparison, Kang‌ Cheonseo looked at⁠‌ her in resignation.​‍‌

Even‌⁠ so, she couldn’t‌ help smiling.

Up​ until now, her‌‍ granddaughter had never‌⁠ disappointed her.

And‍⁠ that was why‌‌​ she had always‌ allowed her that‌‌ one little indulgence.‌⁠

Han‍ Goyo.

Whenever​ Kang Byeokrin kept‌​⁠ talking about him,​ Kang Cheonseo had‍ simply listened to‍‌‍ the reports from⁠‌‍ her assistants.

Today‍‌⁠ was the first‍​ time she had‌‌ met him in‍ person.

And‌‍ now she completely‌ understood why he​​‌ had captured her⁠ granddaughter’s heart.

He‍‍‌ was decisive and‍‌ bold, yet without​‌‍ ever losing his‍‌‌ manners.

He​‌‌ also seemed quite​ intelligent.

And⁠‌ on top of‌‌⁠ that, he was‌⁠ handsome.

If⁠‌‍ it had been⁠‍ possible, she would‌​ have wanted him​⁠ by her side​ as one of‍ her own.

‘Although​⁠ with Paseong involved,​⁠‌ that’ll be difficult.’‌

Not⁠‍ even Samra could‌‍ have imagined that​​ things would end‍‌ up becoming so​​‍ tangled.

As‌ she smiled while​ listening to her‌‌ granddaughter’s endless chatter,‌‍ while at the⁠​ same time calculating‌ how to obtain⁠⁠ the greatest possible‌ benefit between the‌⁠ Trial Response Agency​ and Paseong.

Booom!!!⁠

A tremendous explosion echoed​ through the Chairwoman‌ of Cheongang’s mansion.​

At​ that overwhelming sound‌ of destruction, Kang⁠ Cheonseo’s eyes widened.‌​‍

The⁠‍‌ person who had‍⁠⁠ ripped the front​ door clean off‌ its hinges walked‍⁠⁠ in as if‍ nothing had happened.‍

This⁠‍ time, Kang Cheonseo​ was no longer⁠ smiling.

“…CEO‌‍‍ Cha.”

A mechanically distorted voice‌ came from the‌‌⁠ man wearing a matte white mask.⁠‍⁠

“I’ve​ come to hear‍ the story, Chairwoman​ Kang.”

***​‌

After‌​ returning to the​ Trial Response Agency​⁠ with Proper Appearance,​⁠‌ I headed to⁠⁠‍ the Special Mission​ Team office that​ afternoon.

We⁠⁠ had the briefing​​⁠ for our next‌‌ mission.

Lieutenant‌‌ Colonel Je couldn’t⁠ attend the meeting,‍ as he would‌‍ be joining us‌‍​ directly from the‍ location of the‌⁠ next Trial.

It‌ had been several⁠ days since I’d‍‌ last seen Kwak​ Hanmuk and Mo​ Haein.

They‍ were both sitting‍​​ in the office,‍⁠ but they jumped‌‌‌ up so abruptly‍⁠‌ that their chairs‌ nearly tipped over.⁠⁠

“Recruit!”‌​

Mo​ Haein was the​‍‌ first to run‍‌ over to me.​‌⁠

After​⁠​ confirming that I was unharmed, she​ bit her lower‍ lip before letting‍ it go.

“They‍ wouldn’t even let⁠‍‍ me into your‌‌⁠ hospital room.”

“I’m​‍⁠ fine.”

I said it to‌ reassure her.

However,⁠​ Mo Haein immediately‍‌ replied,

“Of⁠⁠​ course you’re fine.‍‍ Precisely because you’re​‍ fine, you already‌⁠ escaped from the‍ hospital for another​⁠​ mission instead of⁠‍ staying in bed‍ where you belonged.”‍⁠

As​ I repeatedly bowed​‌ my head in‍‌ apology, Kwak Hanmuk‍⁠ also chimed in.‌⁠

“I⁠ thought Chestnut was⁠‍ going to end‌ up becoming Roasted‍​ Chestnut.”

After​‌⁠ inventing yet another‍ variation in his‍‌ ever-growing collection of‍‍ chestnut-related nicknames, he‌‍‍ folded his arms‍‌⁠ and looked down​‌‌ at me.

“Next​‌‌ time, coordinate with​⁠ us before doing​​ something crazy again,​⁠‌ alright, Goyo?”

“Yes!”‍‌⁠

I answered immediately at‌‍⁠ his warning tone.‌

Mo⁠ Haein let out‌​ a long sigh.⁠

Just‌​⁠ as I was‍‌ about to become​‍‌ a completely roasted‌‌‌ chestnut under the‍​ barrage of scolding‌‌‌ from both Captains,‌⁠​ Samra came to‍ my rescue.

“We⁠‍ will now begin‍‍‌ the Special Mission‍⁠‌ Team meeting.”

Thanks⁠⁠⁠ to Samra, I was finally able‍ to sit down,‌‌​ and the briefing‍ began.

Samra⁠​‍ started the briefing.‌

“The‍‍⁠ second Trial that⁠‍‍ the Special Mission‍⁠‍ Team will enter‍ is (Clean! Clean!‌ Clean!). Its difficulty​ level is four​⁠ stars. It will​ be Lieutenant Colonel‌​⁠ Je’s first incursion,⁠​‍ while Captain Mo‌‌‍ Haein and Captain‌ Kwak Hanmuk have⁠ cleared it multiple⁠‌ times.”

Clean!​ Clean! Clean! was⁠⁠​ a game in​‌​ which the player⁠‍‍ was hired as⁠ temporary cleaning staff⁠‍⁠ for a massive​‌‍ mansion for one‍ week.

The‌​ goal was to​​ clean the mansion‍‍ to a standard‌​ that satisfied the‍ butlers.

Although⁠‌ the method for⁠‌ clearing it seemed⁠‌‍ simple, it was​‌​ actually much more​‍‍ complicated than it‌‌ appeared.

Because‍ it wasn’t enough‌​⁠ to simply clean‌⁠‌ the mansion.

It‌‌⁠ was also necessary​⁠ to eliminate the⁠​ monsters hidden inside⁠ it, known as‌ Creatures.

And‌‌ there was another‍ element that made‍ things even more​⁠ complicated.

The‍‌⁠ roulette wheel.

The⁠‌ player’s clothing, cleaning​‍‍ tools, and even​ the weapons used⁠ to fight the‍​​ monsters were all​‌ determined completely at‍ random by a roulette wheel.

If​ luck abandoned you,⁠​‌ you could begin⁠⁠‍ the Trial dressed‌ in nothing but‍‌ rags while holding‍‌ nothing more than‌⁠ a lollipop.

And‌ there was something‌⁠ even worse.

The⁠ mansion’s two NPC‌‍⁠ butlers were extremely‌ strict when judging​ whether the cleaners​‌ were suitable to​‌ work there.

If⁠ they considered you​ dirty or poorly‌⁠ presented, or if‍​⁠ your clothing didn’t​ fit the mansion’s⁠​ atmosphere, they would​ immediately throw you​‍ out.

If‌​ the roulette gave⁠‍ you an old‌ janitor’s uniform.

You‍‌⁠ couldn’t even get‍⁠‍ through the front⁠ door.

“CCC?​⁠⁠ CCC? Really CCC?”⁠‍

The⁠​ moment Samra announced​⁠ that the second​‍ mission would be⁠​ Clean! Clean! Clean!,‌‌ both Kwak Hanmuk‍⁠⁠ and Mo Haein’s⁠‌ expressions darkened.

As‌​ Kwak Hanmuk repeated,‌‍ “It can’t be​​​ CCC…” several times,​ he looked at‌‍ me with an⁠ exhausted expression.

“The⁠​‍ last time, I ended up cleaning‍ while dressed as‍‌ a maid…”

He⁠ told me about‍‍​ that traumatic experience​‌ when the roulette​⁠ had completely ruined⁠ him.

But‍‌⁠ I couldn’t sympathize.⁠

Because​​‌ I had never⁠‌ needed to accept‌‌ whatever the roulette‍ decided.

I always got exactly‍ what I wanted.⁠‌‌

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