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I’m a Young God, Won’t You Raise Me? Chapter 37

Chapter 37

Since‌‍​ I had always‍ been able to‍‌ choose the items⁠​ I needed, the‍ roulette wheel was‍​ practically not a variable for me.‌‌​

Kwak⁠‍‌ Hanmuk remembered his⁠ unfortunate past and‍⁠​ became discouraged, and‌⁠​ Mo Haein didn’t⁠‍‍ seem to be⁠‍⁠ doing much better⁠ either.

Judging‍‍ by the utterly‍‍ weary expression on​ her face, it‌​​ seemed that she,⁠ too, had once​​ been forced to​ wear a maid⁠ uniform.

While‌‍ both Captains lamented‌‍‍ their bad luck,​⁠​ Samra continued the‌ briefing as calmly‌‍‌ as ever.

“Just⁠ like in Dead‌‌ Zone Delivery, Clean!​​⁠ Clean! Clean! also⁠ has neither a vaccine nor a cure for the⁠⁠‌ BT-CCC virus.”

Most‍‌⁠ likely, the Trials‌ the Special Mission‌‌ Team entered would​ continue to lack​⁠‌ vaccines and treatments.​‌

After‍‍​ all, it would‍‍ be a waste⁠⁠​ to send a team as expensive‍⁠ as ours into​ relatively safe Trials.⁠

“Furthermore,​ since Lieutenant Colonel​⁠ Je will arrive‌ at the incubation‌ point of Clean!‌​ Clean! Clean! first,‍​ transportation will be​ carried out by⁠ teleportation this time.”‌⁠‍

When‍ I heard the​⁠ word teleportation, I couldn’t hide my‌‍‍ interest.

‘Am​​​ I finally going‌‍ to use teleportation?’‍

Teleportation⁠ was a device⁠‌‌ created by Samra⁠​⁠ using items obtained​​ from Trials.

It​ only allowed a one-way trip from‌​ the Trial Response‍‌​ Agency to a Trial’s incubation point,​​ and it could⁠‍ only be used‍​​ if there was⁠‌‌ already an Adapted​‍ belonging to the​‍‌ Trial Response Agency‌ at that location.‌

All‌​​ of those conditions‍⁠​ existed for safety‍ reasons.

Samra​​ was capable of‍​ creating a much‌ better device, but‌​ in that case,‍‌ for the time‌​ being, he couldn’t⁠‌‍ guarantee the survival​​⁠ of the Adapted‍‍ who used it.⁠

Apparently,‌‌⁠ since they couldn’t​ use human beings‍ as test subjects,‌⁠ all of the‍​ tests had been⁠‌‌ conducted using androids‌ as the reference.‍

In⁠ any case, there‍ was no other‍⁠‍ means of long-distance‍ transportation that was‍ so extraordinarily practical.⁠‌⁠

‘The‍ first time I met Captain Kwak,‍‍ he arrived by⁠ teleportation too.’

As‌‍ I remembered Kwak​‍ Hanmuk appearing in‍‌‍ the abandoned factory​ grounds, I imagined​ what it would​⁠ be like to​​ use teleportation.

Afterward,⁠​​ we discussed the‍⁠ NPCs, the Creatures,​‌ and the endings​‌⁠ that had already‌⁠‌ been completed in‌⁠⁠ CCC, and the‍‍‌ Special Mission Team​​ meeting came to⁠ an end.

Kwak‍⁠‌ Hanmuk and Mo‍⁠ Haein hurried off​‌ to finish their‍ respective teams’ work‌ before the next‌‍ morning’s incursion.

I was the only‍​ one who was‍​ free, so I calmly rose from⁠​‍ my seat.

“Han‍‍‌ Goyo.”

Samra⁠‍‍ handed me a small box.

Inside​ was a tiny‌​‍ badge that shimmered‍ with holographic colors.⁠

“It’s‌‍ an item we’ve‌​ developed recently.”

“What​​⁠ does it do?”‌​‍

“It’s‍‍‌ still in the‌ testing phase, so⁠‌⁠ I’d like you‌ to wear it⁠ during this incursion‌⁠ into Clean! Clean!⁠ Clean!.”

He‍ explained that the‌⁠‌ item would activate⁠​​ upon entering the​​‌ Trial, so I would have to‍‍‍ check its effects⁠⁠ once inside.

For⁠ now, it remained‌​ inactive, making it‍​‌ impossible even to​ read its description.​‌‍

It‌​ was about the‌‍ size of a button, so even‍ if I wore​​​ it in CCC,​ no one would‍‌​ probably notice.

I closed the lid⁠⁠ of the box​​‌ and remarked,

“For‌‌‌ allies, you keep‌‌ quite a few‌ secrets.”

“Paseong’s‍ CEO is an​ Adapted who played​ the Developer’s game.”⁠‍⁠

Samra’s​⁠‌ words were so‌⁠ unexpected that I froze with the‍ box still in‍ my hands.

“The⁠ reason I prevented‌ you from contacting⁠‍​ Paseong’s CEO is⁠‌‍ also related to‌‍⁠ that. I’m only⁠‍ trying to choose⁠ the best possible‍​ option. I will⁠ not betray Han⁠ Goyo.”

Samra​‌​ held my gaze‌ as he said,⁠

“Please​⁠‍ trust me.”

Did‌⁠‌ androids lie too?⁠‌

At⁠ least, throughout all‌‍‍ the time I’d​​ spent playing Archive⁠​ World, I had⁠ never seen Samra​ tell a lie.​⁠

‘He​⁠ concealed the truth‌‍ when necessary, but​‌⁠ that was different.’‍‍​

Of‌​ course, reality could‍​ be different.

Even‌ so, I decided​ to trust Samra.​

“Alright.⁠ But after we‌ complete CCC, I’d‌ like you to​ share something with‌ me.”

“Yes,​ Han Goyo.”

Samra⁠ gave a faint‌⁠ smile.

“I’m‌ counting on you​‍‍ for this second​ mission as well.”​

***⁠

CCC’s​‌ incubation point was‌‌ at Haewoljeong on​ Dalmaji Hill, Busan.⁠

The‌ place, which had‍​‌ once been a famous tourist destination‍⁠‍ overlooking the sea,‌⁠ was now surrounded⁠‌‌ by tall containment‌ walls.

The⁠​​ air split open​⁠ with a crack,⁠⁠ and three people‌​‍ fell to the‍​ ground.

“Hop!”‍​‌

Kwak‍ Hanmuk landed lightly,‍​ followed by Mo​⁠ Haein, who touched‍‌ down with graceful​‌‍ precision.

I staggered a little‌‌‌ myself, but managed‍ to land without‌‍ falling.

‘Teleportation‍ is insane.’

We‌ had traveled from‌​‍ Seoul to Busan‌ in the blink​‍‌ of an eye.⁠‍‍

Now​ that was cutting-edge‌ technology.

While⁠‌​ I spent a few moments enjoying‍‌‌ the excitement of​‌ using teleportation for‌ the first time,‍‌ someone who had⁠​ arrived ahead of​ us greeted us,​ accompanied by the​​ soft clatter of​‍ metal.

Lieutenant‌‌​ Colonel Je was⁠​​ sitting on the‍⁠ roof of the‌ pavilion, which had​‌ been partially destroyed⁠‍ by a meteorite.‌⁠‌

He‍​ remained there like‌ a crow perched⁠‌ on a utility⁠ pole, gazing at⁠ the sky visible​ beyond the barriers.⁠‌

‘According​ to Samra, he‍​‍ finished a Trial⁠ early this morning⁠⁠‌ and came out​‍‍ of it.’

The‌​‍ salty sea breeze‌‍ seemed to carry⁠ a faint scent​​ of blood, though​​⁠ I couldn’t be‌‍ sure.

At‌​‍ first glance, he‍‌ looked perfectly fine.‍​‌

Although‍‌ he seemed to⁠​ be in a worse mood than⁠​ usual.

Normally,⁠​ he would have​ had some kind​⁠ of emoticon displayed​ on his goggles⁠ and would be‌‌⁠ making his metallic⁠⁠‌ hand click.

I was a little​ worried about whether‌​ he would behave​​ himself in CCC.​‍

As‌ I stared at​⁠ him, trying to‍ determine whether he‌​‍ was in his‍​ right mind, he​‍⁠ turned his head‍ toward us.

Since‍‌‍ he was never⁠​⁠ the one to​​‌ look away first,​⁠ there was no‌⁠‍ point in holding‍‍ his gaze.

So​⁠ I gave a slight bow.

“Lieutenant​‍ Colonel Je. We’ve‌ arrived.”

He​ simply inclined his​‍ head slightly in‍ response.

Then​ he pointed his⁠‍ metallic hand toward‍ the ground beneath​ his feet.

Below⁠⁠⁠ him, embedded in‌‌‌ the center of⁠⁠​ the collapsed pavilion,‍‍‌ was CCC’s meteorite,‌​‍ radiating an intense‍​ light.

It‍​ was barely the​‍‍ size of an‌‌ egg and glowed‍‍ with a mysterious‍⁠ blue radiance, where‍​‍ light and dark‍​‌ shades blended together⁠⁠‌ like a moonlit​​⁠ night sky.

Its‍​⁠ surface was perfectly‍‌ smooth, without a single crack or‌​ scratch, making it‍ look like an‍⁠ extraordinarily valuable mineral.​​

“Ugh…‍​‍ CCC…”

Muttering⁠‌⁠ something unintelligible as​ he sighed in‍‍⁠ resignation, Kwak Hanmuk‍⁠ walked toward the‌ meteorite.

“We’re⁠​‌ going in immediately.”‍​‍

Lieutenant‌‌ Colonel Je nodded‍ once more.

Mo⁠‌‌ Haein pressed the‍‌ earpiece in her‌⁠​ ear and gave‌‌ a brief report.​⁠

“The​⁠ Special Mission Team⁠ is beginning the​‌‌ incursion.”

Then​ she placed her⁠⁠ hand on the‌ meteorite.

***​‌⁠

When​​​ I regained consciousness,⁠​ everything was blurry.⁠⁠‌

I tried to turn‍‌ my head, but‍​ I couldn’t move​​⁠ my body.

It⁠‍ was the game’s‌ opening scene, which​ locked the player’s‍​‌ point of view.‍⁠

Inside‍‍ a spaceship that⁠​ looked destined for‌ the scrapyard, countless⁠‌‌ alien lifeforms dressed⁠​‌ in filthy, tattered​ clothing sat scattered‌ everywhere.

Walking⁠ among them was‍‌ a creature that⁠ looked like a cross between a human and a cephalopod.

It‌ wore the uniform‍ of a temporary⁠​​ employment agency and‌ had an eyepatch⁠⁠ over one eye.⁠​‍

It⁠ slammed one of⁠⁠‌ its tentacles against‌⁠​ the floor and‍​⁠ shouted,

“We’re⁠ almost there! Wake​‌ up, you worthless‌‌ scum!”

Leaning‍ against the wall,‍⁠ I turned my⁠ head.

My‌​ gaze shifted toward⁠‌​ the window.

Outside,​ there was nothing​⁠ but an endless⁠ sea of gray‍⁠‌ clouds.

Then​⁠‍ a deep electronic‌‍ synthesizer began to⁠​ play, creating an⁠‍ unsettling atmosphere.

The‌‍⁠ music gradually grew​⁠⁠ more intense.

Until,​⁠⁠ all at once,‌‍ it stopped completely.‍‍

After​‌‌ a brief silence,‍‍ the clouds began‌⁠‍ to part.

At​⁠​ the same moment​​​ the drums kicked⁠‍‌ in, an enormous⁠‌‍ mansion appeared.

If‍​ this had been‌‍​ the game, the​‌⁠ title Clean! Clean!⁠​ Clean! would have​‍‌ appeared on the‌⁠ screen at that⁠​​ moment.

A sharp synthesizer melody‌ blended with a fast, ominous rhythm.‍​​

The⁠​​ enormous Renaissance-style mansion​ beneath the night‌​‌ sky seemed to​ float upon the​​​ water.

The⁠⁠ warm orange light‌ spilling from its​⁠⁠ windows reflected across⁠ the surface below.‍​

Elegant‌‌‍ and majestic, the⁠ mansion conveyed an‌‌ overwhelming sense of⁠​‍ authority and demanded⁠ almost involuntary admiration.‍‌

As​ the ship slowly‍ approached, the music‌‍ continued.

At‌ first glance, its​​‌ sophisticated rhythm sounded⁠‌ upbeat, but the‌ background synthesizers created​‍‍ an eerie dissonance‍‌⁠ that made it⁠ feel as though⁠​‍ everything could spiral⁠‌⁠ out of control‍⁠ at any moment.‍‌

It​‍ was the perfect‌​‌ main theme for‍⁠ CCC’s atmosphere.

As‍⁠ the music reached‍ its end, the‌ ship landed.

The​ moment the hatch‌‍ opened, the temporary‍⁠ employment agency workers​ began shouting.

“Line⁠‌‍ up! Get on‌​‍ your feet already!”‍‍​

The‍‌⁠ alien creatures rose⁠⁠ while grumbling and⁠⁠ formed two lines.⁠‌⁠

I quickly stood up‍⁠‍ as well and⁠⁠ followed the employees‌ out of the​ ship.

Standing‌‌ before the mansion’s‍​‌ main entrance were⁠ two creatures nearly‍‍⁠ eight feet tall.‍​

They‌​ had the bodies​​​ of human men,​ wore immaculate butler‍⁠ suits, and their​‍‍ heads belonged to‌ beasts made entirely​‌‍ of black metal.‍‌‌

They‌‌ were the mansion’s⁠⁠ main NPCs.

The‌​ Rabbit Butler and⁠ the Cat Butler.‌⁠‍

Neither​‌⁠ of them had⁠ eyes.

With⁠‍ those smooth, expressionless​‌​ heads, they opened⁠⁠⁠ their mouths simultaneously.​

“The⁠​ cleaners have arrived!”⁠

“They’re‌‌ late.”

Inside​ the Cat Butler’s​ open mouth were​ rows of razor-sharp⁠ shark teeth.

Even‍⁠⁠ the Rabbit Butler,‌‍ who should have‌ been a herbivore,‌​ possessed the very⁠ same fangs.

That‍‍​ only made his‌ already bizarre appearance‍⁠ even more unsettling.​

The​‍ Cat Butler pointed⁠‌ at the cleaner⁠ standing at the‌ front of the‍‍⁠ line.

“You!”⁠

“Y-Yes…?”‌⁠

He‍‍ was a clumsy-looking‍​ individual whose head‍ was made of‍​​ stone.

As​​ he scratched his​ head, tiny rock‌‍ fragments fell onto‍ the ground.

Without​ concealing his disgust,​‍ the Cat Butler​‌⁠ asked,

“What‌⁠ do I look‍‌ like to you?”‌

The‌⁠ cleaner answered with‍ a bewildered expression.​‍

“A…⁠‍⁠ cat?”

Those​‍ were the last​‍‌ words he ever‍ spoke.

Zaaap!⁠‌⁠

A sharp electrical buzz‌ rang out.

A charred hole appeared‍‌ in the center⁠⁠ of his forehead.‌

The‌​⁠ cleaner with the‍⁠ stone head collapsed‍ backward as thick​‍ black blood, as‌ viscous as tar,​‍ poured from the​ wound.

The‍​ crimson glow in‌⁠ his eyes vanished‍‍⁠ completely.

One⁠‍‍ of them had⁠‌​ just died.

Yet​ the temporary employment‌⁠‌ agency worker didn’t‍‌⁠ even look surprised.‍‍

He‌​ simply burst into‌ laughter.

The​‌ only ones terrified‍ were the other⁠ cleaners, who instinctively‍​​ stumbled backward.

Looking⁠ at the corpse​⁠ as though it‍‍ were garbage, the⁠‍‍ Cat Butler pointed‍‌‍ at someone else.‌​⁠

“You!”‍

The‌ one he chose‌ was Mo Haein.‍

“Answer⁠⁠ me. What do⁠ I look like‌⁠ to you?”

Dressed‌ in an old,​​⁠ worn-out work jumpsuit,​ Mo Haein replied⁠⁠​ without changing her⁠​​ expression.

“The​⁠​ distinguished butler of​ this great mansion.”‍

The‍​ Cat Butler bared⁠​‍ his sharp teeth‌ in a smile.‌​⁠

“Not​‌⁠ bad.”

Although⁠​ his words were‌ cold, his broad‍‍ grin made it​‍ obvious that he⁠‌ was quite pleased.⁠​‍

“Come⁠ to think of⁠⁠ it, you’ve been‍ here before as‌‌ a cleaner. Yes…‌ every now and⁠ then someone useful‍ would show up.”⁠

The‌⁠ butlers, CCC‘s main‌⁠⁠ NPCs, remembered every‍​ one of the‍ player’s previous playthroughs.⁠

When‌​ all endings had⁠‍​ been completed and​‌⁠ another playthrough began,‌⁠ the Rabbit Butler‍ and the Cat‌ Butler would welcome​ the player and​ reveal a hidden‍ ending.

“Gunbam‌ has returned.”

“Oh!⁠ Gunbam. Have you​​‍ decided to work‌‌ as a butler​‌‍ in the mansion?​‌​ If it’s you,​⁠ Gunbam, you’ll always‌‍‍ be welcome.”

Once‌‌ that hidden ending⁠ had been seen,​⁠⁠ in which the​ butlers prepared a banquet for the⁠‌‍ player inside the​‍ mansion, it became​ impossible to play⁠‍​ again.

Even​ if you tried⁠ to start another​⁠​ playthrough, only a message would appear‌⁠ before the game‍​ automatically shut down.‌​

You‌​⁠ cannot apply as​ a cleaner.

It​ was a strange‌​ game in many‌‌ ways.

“Listen​​ up, you useless⁠​⁠ fools! In this‍‌ place, one stupid⁠‌​ mistake means death!​⁠ Never forget that!”⁠⁠​

The⁠ Cat Butler’s voice‍‍⁠ echoed thunderously.

The⁠ cleaners trembled and⁠ shrank back.

The⁠‍​ temporary employment agency​​⁠ worker burst into‌⁠‍ laughter at the​​‍ sight.

Then⁠‍ he sealed the⁠‌ ship’s hatch and‌ took off again.‌​‌

Several⁠ cleaners desperately tried⁠ to climb back‍‍ aboard.

Every‍ one of them​⁠ was killed by‍‌‍ energy beams.

The‍​‌ company would not‍ return until the‍ seven-day cleaning contract​ had ended.

Until​‌ then, they would⁠⁠‍ have to clean⁠ the mansion and‍ survive on their⁠​⁠ own.

Several‍‌​ cleaners began crying​‍‌ and screaming as‍​ they realized their‍​ fate.

Some⁠​​ died simply because​‌ they made too⁠⁠ much noise.

At​‍‍ last, the opening‍‍‌ scene ended, and‍​⁠ I regained control‍‍⁠ of my body.⁠​‍

Taking​‌‍ advantage of the‍ chaos, I quickly⁠ pulled out an‍‌ item.

It‍​‍ was a small‌ bronze hand mirror.⁠‍

Proper‌‌ Appearance: Even when‍ you’re alone in​ a room, you‌ must dress and‌​‍ conduct yourself as⁠ though you were‍ welcoming an honored​​‍ guest.

My‍​⁠ face was reflected‌‍ upon the polished​ bronze surface.

Proper⁠ Appearance was an⁠‍​ item that could​‍ only be used​‌ once per Trial.‍

It​⁠ transformed the user‌ into the most‍ attractive version of⁠⁠ themselves according to⁠ that Trial’s standards‍​‍ of beauty.

In‌​ other words, you⁠‍ took on the​​​ appearance that the‌‌ Trial’s NPCs found‌ most appealing, which​​⁠ didn’t necessarily match​ conventional human beauty.⁠​‍

After‌‍ using the item,⁠ a sudden worry⁠‍ crossed my mind.​‌

‘I‍ hope I don’t​‍ end up with​‌ an octopus head.’⁠‌

I could still tolerate​ having a cat’s‍‌⁠ head or a rabbit’s head.

But⁠ anything related to‍⁠‌ an octopus was‌⁠‍ something I’d rather‌‌ avoid.

All‌⁠ I could do⁠⁠‌ was trust the⁠⁠ mansion butlers’ tastes.⁠

My⁠ heart pounding, I looked into the‌‍ mirror.

The‌⁠ surface rippled as‍ though a drop‌​⁠ of water had​‌ fallen onto it.​‌​

For‍‍ a few moments,⁠‍ tiny waves distorted‍‍ my reflection.

Then⁠​ they gradually settled.​​⁠

And‌​ when the image‍ finally became clear​‍ again…

“…?”⁠‍⁠

It‍ was exactly the‌ same.

It⁠ was still my‍ own face.

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