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I’m a Young God, Won’t You Raise Me? Chapter 39

Chapter 39

When‌​‌ they emerged after‌ completing Dead Zone⁠​‍ Delivery, Kwak Hanmuk‍ and Mo Haein‌​‌ remained unconscious for‌ more than half‌ a day.

Although‍​ they had achieved‌ the True Ending,⁠ the BT-DZD virus‍‍‍ infection had still‍‌‌ affected their bodies.‍‌​

Kwak⁠⁠‍ Hanmuk regained consciousness‌⁠ before Mo Haein.​‍

By​⁠ then, the Trial⁠⁠ Response Agency was⁠ in complete chaos.​‍⁠

Han‌‌‍ Goyo had gone‌ into shock from​‌ excessive blood loss‌⁠⁠ and had fallen​ into a coma.⁠‌

And‌‍ then a confrontation​ began between Han‌ Jiwol and Samra‌​ over what should​​‌ be done with‍‍‍ him.

Han‌​⁠ Jiwol arrived with​​ several researchers, insisting‌‍‍ that they should⁠ halt treatment before‍​ Han Goyo’s heart‍​‍ stopped beating and‌ immediately begin the​‌ biological preservation process.‍⁠‍

Samra⁠​​ firmly opposed her.​

Neither⁠​ of them was⁠‍​ willing to back​‌ down, and the‌⁠ confrontation reached a stalemate.

Commissioner⁠‍ Jang Seokyoon also​‌ supported continuing Han​​ Goyo’s treatment.

However,‌⁠ he could not‌​ completely ignore the‌ relentless demands of‌‍​ the Analysis and⁠‍‍ Research Division.

Especially⁠ because, once Han⁠​⁠ Jiwol became obsessed‍​ with something to‍⁠ that extent, it​​⁠ was almost impossible‌ to stop her.‍

That​⁠‌ was when Kwak‍‌ Hanmuk woke up‍ and joined the​⁠‍ conflict.

As⁠‍ soon as he‌ heard that such‍​ a commotion had⁠ broken out, he​​‌ rushed over immediately.‌⁠​

And⁠‍ he was utterly‌⁠‌ dumbfounded.

“What‍‍ the hell…?”

Even‌ if the Special‍ Mission Team was‍⁠⁠ only a temporary⁠ team for one‌​‌ month, he still​‌ had enough conscience‌ not to hand‌‌​ over a teammate—especially​​⁠ a twenty-four-year-old kid—to⁠‌‍ Han Jiwol.

Besides.​‌‍

Since‌​ when could the⁠ Research Division do‍‍ whatever it wanted​‍ with someone from‌ the Field Division?‌‍

He​⁠‌ completely lost his‌⁠ temper.

“After‌ he risked his‌⁠​ life out there‍ to clear the​⁠ Trial, now you⁠‌​ want to shove​​‍ a kid who’s‌ not even dead‌ into a preservation​⁠ tank while he’s‌​ still alive?! To‍‍⁠ hell with all‍‌ of you!”

“Captain⁠​ Kwak.”

Samra⁠ placed a hand‌​⁠ on his shoulder.​⁠

But​​ instead of stopping‌​‌ him, he gave⁠‍ him a slight‍⁠ push forward.

It⁠‌⁠ was as if⁠​‌ he were telling⁠ him to keep‍‌‍ making a scene.⁠

“Did‍ I say anything​‍ wrong?”

Brushing‌‍ off Samra’s hand,‌‍‍ which was pretending⁠‍‌ to calm him​ down, Kwak Hanmuk​‍‌ turned toward Jang‍‍‍ Seokyoon.

“Director‌‍ Han, transfer Director​​ Han to the‌‌‌ Special Mission Team⁠​ immediately! Let her‍⁠ come break her​ back in the⁠⁠⁠ Trials with us!⁠​‌ Then she can‍​ collect all the‌ data she loves‌ so much, huh?!”​‍​

“Captain‌‍ Kwak. That’s enough.”⁠‌⁠

Clearly‍⁠‌ nursing a headache,​ Jang Seokyoon pressed​‍​ his fingers against‌⁠ his temples.

“We⁠ will continue Han​⁠‌ Goyo’s treatment.”

***​‍‌

When‌‍ Mo Haein woke⁠‍ up later, Kwak‍‌ Hanmuk told her‌ everything that had‌‍‍ happened.

After​​ hearing it, she‌‌‍ calmly reached a conclusion.

“For‌‍‌ now, we’d better​⁠ not mention his‍‍​ eyes.”

After​‌‍ Happy Smile Factory,‌​ they had already‌‌‍ submitted a report‌​ regarding the change‌​ in the color‍‌​ of Han Goyo’s​‍​ eyes.

But​‌‍ this time, in‌‌‍ Dead Zone Delivery,‍‌ things were different.⁠

If‌​ Han Jiwol ever⁠‍ found out everything​​ that had happened​‌ there…

She‍ would completely lose‍‍ her mind.

She‍ was perfectly capable⁠‌​ of dissecting Han‍⁠​ Goyo alive.

They‍⁠‌ hadn’t been able‍⁠ to consult Lieutenant‍⁠⁠ Colonel Je Hyuno‍‍ because, as soon‌​ as he returned,​ he had immediately‌‍ departed for another​‌ Trial.

But​ that didn’t worry‍‍‍ them.

Because‍ he never submitted‌​‍ reports on his‍‍​ own initiative.

As‍ a rule, Lieutenant​​ Colonel Je Hyuno‌ never wrote reports​​‍ about the Trials​‌‌ he participated in.‍⁠​

At‌ most, he would‌⁠ give brief answers⁠‍ whenever Samra or⁠‌‍ Commissioner Jang Seokyoon⁠ asked him direct‌‍ questions.

“Captain‌‌ Mo. This time‌⁠⁠ we should tell⁠ Lieutenant Colonel Je.”‍

At⁠‌‍ Kwak Hanmuk’s grumbling‌ remark, Mo Haein‌‍ let out a small laugh.

“Yes.‍⁠ Han Jiwol crossed‍⁠ the line. This‌‌ time, it’ll take‍ one Director to​​⁠ deal with another⁠⁠ Director.”

Even​​ if Commissioner Jang‌ Seokyoon had sided​ with the Field‍‍⁠ Division, that wasn’t​‍ enough.

Lieutenant⁠⁠ Colonel Je Hyuno​‌ could be many‌‍ things.

But⁠​ there was one‍​‍ thing he especially​‌ enjoyed.

Making⁠‌‌ life miserable for​‌ the Research Division.‍‌

Long⁠ ago, the researchers​⁠‌ had relentlessly pursued‍ him, trying to⁠⁠ obtain samples from‌ him.

Normally,‍​⁠ he was an​‌‍ utterly insane bastard.​

But⁠⁠‌ when he was​‍ on your side,⁠‍‌ he was an‍ incredibly reliable insane​ bastard.

The‍⁠⁠ two of them⁠‍ agreed to send​‍​ Lieutenant Colonel Je‍‍‌ Hyuno to crush‍‌‍ the Research Division⁠‍​ and make sure‍‍​ they never dared‌​‌ say something so⁠‍ absurd again.

After‍ deciding they would⁠​​ tell him, Kwak‌​‍ Hanmuk and Mo⁠‍‍ Haein returned to⁠ focusing on the‍ work of their⁠‌⁠ respective teams.

They‍ expected Han Goyo​ to take quite‍‍ a long time‌‍‌ to recover.

And⁠‌‌ naturally, they assumed‌⁠‍ the next incursion​ would also have‌‍ to be postponed.⁠‌

However.⁠⁠

Something‍​‌ unexpected happened.

After‌ receiving treatment, Han‍⁠ Goyo’s body began‍‍ recovering at an‌⁠‌ astonishing speed.

And⁠​‍ only two days‍‍‍ later, he regained​‌ consciousness.

As‍‌‍ soon as they⁠ heard he had‍ awakened, they both‍ wanted to visit⁠‍ him immediately.

But​‌​ they weren’t allowed‍ inside.

All​‌​ Samra would tell⁠⁠ them was that‍​⁠ he was doing⁠‌ well.

They‍ didn’t see him⁠‍ again until the‌ briefing before the⁠‌ next mission.

As‌⁠‍ though the coma‌⁠‍ had never happened.‍‍​

Han​ Goyo greeted them⁠ as if nothing⁠‍‌ had happened.

Neither⁠‍‌ of them said⁠‍ it aloud.

But‌ both Kwak Hanmuk‍ and Mo Haein​ thought exactly the‌ same thing.

After‌ all.

He‌‌‌ wasn’t normal.

By⁠‌ that point, they​‍ felt that nothing​​‍ that happened to​​‍ him inside a Trial could surprise⁠‌ them anymore.

And⁠ then they entered‌ CCC.

“Damn…”‍

Kwak⁠⁠⁠ Hanmuk couldn’t help​‍ but curse.

He​‍ didn’t know what‍ else to say.‍⁠

They⁠ had finished the⁠ initial item gathering‍‌‍ without any problems.‌​⁠

Now⁠​ all that remained‌‌‌ was to pass‍ the Butlers’ inspection​ in order to​‌‍ enter the mansion.‍

Normally,⁠‍ once you passed‌ that initial inspection,‌⁠ you barely encountered‌⁠​ the Butlers again‍ for the rest​‌‍ of the Trial.​‍

But​​ this time, they‌ were aiming for‌ the True Ending.‍⁠

That‍‍​ meant Han Goyo​‌ would have to‍‍⁠ interact directly with‌‍‍ them inside the‍ mansion.

Up​​ until then, every‍ ending Kwak Hanmuk‍⁠‍ had seen in⁠ CCC simply consisted‌‍​ of surviving for⁠⁠‌ seven days and​‌‍ making it back‍⁠ alive.

Even​‌⁠ if the roulette‍⁠‌ was infuriating, surviving‍‍ was enough.

So⁠ he had always​ done nothing but‌‌ clean and kill​ Creatures nonstop.

He​ hadn’t even known‍ it was possible‍‍‌ to increase your​​ affinity with the‍​ Butlers.

Since​ he was certain‌‍ he wouldn’t be​⁠‍ able to hold⁠‌ himself back if‍ those arrogant Butlers​‌⁠ got on his‌‌‌ nerves, he had‍‌‌ decided to spend‍‍ the entire mission⁠‍ simply supporting Han⁠ Goyo.

Then.​‌⁠

The‍​ Rabbit Butler ran‌‌‍ straight toward Han​‍‌ Goyo.

Although‌ the situation was‍ strange, Kwak Hanmuk‌ sensed no hostile‌‌‍ intent.

So‌‌‍ he decided to⁠​⁠ watch.

And‌ only afterward did‌‍‍ he regret it.‌⁠‌

It​​ would have been‍ better to run‍‌ away while carrying‌ Han Goyo with‍‌​ him.

“Gunbam!”‍⁠‍

The​⁠ Rabbit Butler called​‍ Han Goyo by​⁠​ his Trial name⁠⁠​ while grinning broadly,⁠⁠‍ displaying all of⁠‍ his sharp teeth.⁠

Then⁠​​ he lifted a fully grown man⁠ as though he​ were a little​‍ child and called‍‍ over the Cat‌‍​ Butler.

“It’s​ Gunbam!”

The​⁠​ Cat Butler was‍‌ also overjoyed to‍‌ see Han Goyo.‍‌‌

The⁠‍⁠ two Butlers immediately‍ began talking to​​ him with the​‌‍ familiarity of old⁠ friends.

Kwak‍‍ Hanmuk looked at​ Mo Haein in‌ complete bewilderment.

But​‌‍ there was no‍‍ way she knew‌​‍ anything either.

Meanwhile,⁠⁠‍ the Cat Butler⁠ even delegated the​ cleaner selection—a task‌​ he had never​‍ entrusted to anyone​⁠⁠ else before—to a Footman.

“Take‍​ care of this.‍‍ I have to​‌​ attend to an‍ old friend who’s‌‍⁠ come to visit‌ us after such⁠ a long time.”⁠​

It‍ was obvious that‍‍⁠ this was not‌‌​ part of what‌​ Han Goyo had​ expected.

They‍‌​ had never heard‍ anything like this‍​​ during the briefing,‌‌⁠ and above all—​

“It’s​‌ been a long⁠ time, Butlers.”

Han‍​⁠ Goyo’s face was⁠‍​ completely pale as⁠‍‍ he greeted the⁠​ Butlers.

The​ worst part was​ that, at that‍​‌ moment, there was​‍‍ absolutely nothing they‍ could do.

Han‌⁠⁠ Goyo was taken​ straight into the‌ mansion.

And⁠ now only Mo‌ Haein and Kwak​‍ Hanmuk remained outside.⁠‍

“We​​‌ will now begin⁠‍ the selection! Those⁠‍‌ who are dressed‌​‍ appropriately, step forward!”‌​⁠

shouted​‍​ the Footman named​‌ Alpha.

Taking‌⁠ advantage of the‌‌ fact that Alpha⁠⁠‌ was looking the‌⁠‌ other way, Kwak‍‌ Hanmuk hurriedly whispered,‍

“Captain⁠⁠ Mo… I think‍‍‍ this has completely​‍​ gone to hell.”⁠

Precisely⁠⁠‍ because they had‍⁠‌ entered CCC so‌ many times, they‍‍ understood better than​ anyone just how⁠ absurd the situation‍​ was.

The‌ Butlers never treated‌‌‍ the cleaners like‍​ people.

To⁠‌​ them, a cleaner⁠⁠ was worth little​ more than the​‍ garbage inside a trash bin.

The​​ Rabbit Butler, in​⁠‍ particular, usually showed⁠ intense hostility toward‌⁠ the cleaners.

He‌⁠​ was an NPC⁠‍​ that players absolutely​‍‌ had to stay‍‍ away from in​‍ CCC.

Whenever​‌‌ Kwak Hanmuk spotted‌‍​ a pair of⁠‌​ rabbit ears even‌‍ a hundred meters​ away, he immediately⁠‍ turned around.

And‍⁠ yet.

Those‍‌ very same Butlers⁠‌⁠ were not only​⁠‌ showing overwhelming affection​ toward Han Goyo.​​

They⁠ had even delegated​​ the all-important cleaner​ selection to a subordinate just so⁠‌⁠ they could attend​⁠‍ to him.

Receiving⁠‌ more attention than⁠⁠ necessary from an‍ NPC was never⁠​‍ a good sign.​‌‌

They⁠​ could forcibly infect⁠‌ you and leave‌⁠ you trapped inside⁠ the Trial.

“Doesn’t⁠‌​ this seem unrelated​‌‌ to the True‍ Ending too?”

He‌‍⁠ received no answer.​

Mo‌‍​ Haein was still‌ staring fixedly in‍ the direction where‌​ Han Goyo had​‌⁠ disappeared.

Her​ face had gone‍‌​ completely pale.

Her⁠⁠ eyes were unfocused,​ wavering aimlessly.

“Haein.”​

Kwak⁠​ Hanmuk gripped her⁠⁠‍ arm tightly.

“Get​‍ a hold of​‌⁠ yourself, Haein. We’re‍ in CCC.”

He⁠‍​ squeezed so hard​ he almost left⁠​‍ a bruise while‍ speaking in a low but firm​​⁠ voice.

Fortunately,​‍​ Mo Haein came⁠⁠‍ back to her‌ senses.

“…Right.‍‍ We’re in CCC.”‌⁠

She‍ repeated his words‌ as though waking‌‍ from a dream.​‌

Then⁠​​ she clenched her‍ teeth and shook⁠​‌ her head vigorously.‍‍

“I’m‍⁠‍ sorry.”

She‍⁠ took a deep‍‌⁠ breath before speaking​⁠ quickly.

“The⁠ Butlers were friendly.⁠‍ It doesn’t look‍‌⁠ like they’re going‌​‍ to do anything‍⁠​ to the recruit‍ immediately. First, let’s⁠ get inside the‌ mansion and meet​‍ up with Lieutenant‍‍‍ Colonel Je. Then…”‌

Her​ voice trailed off.⁠​

Kwak⁠⁠ Hanmuk finished the​⁠⁠ sentence for her.​‍

“We’ll‌ get Goyo out‍ of CCC.”

Even‍ if they couldn’t​‍‍ achieve the True​⁠‍ Ending.

Getting​ out came first.‌​⁠

Mo⁠‍⁠ Haein gave a slight nod, and‌‍ the two of​ them stepped forward‍ to undergo the‍⁠ selection.

The⁠‌ cleaners who failed​​ it died on‌​ the spot.

Some​⁠ managed to escape​‌‍ into the forest‍ behind the mansion‍​⁠ or threw themselves​‍ into the lake,⁠ barely saving their‌‍⁠ lives.

But‌ surviving the full‍ seven days would‍ be nearly impossible.​‍

Finally,‌ it was Mo‌​⁠ Haein’s and Kwak​ Hanmuk’s turn.

“Not⁠ bad. You may⁠‍ enter the mansion.”‌

Alpha‍​⁠ nodded in satisfaction⁠‍ and allowed them‌​‌ through.

Now​ it was time‍​​ for them to‌‍​ receive the area‍​‌ they would be​‌ assigned to clean.‌⁠

Without‌ realizing it, they‍​ quickened their pace.⁠

They‌ were far too‍⁠‌ nervous and anxious.‌‌⁠

And‌​‌ then.

As‍⁠ they entered the​⁠‍ mansion.

They​ found Han Goyo.‌

Dressed‍​‍ as a Butler.‌

Ding.⁠‍⁠

A system window appeared⁠‍ before them.

◆Main​‍‌ Quest: Rescue “Han​ Goyo.”

The​‌ interior of the‌ great mansion was⁠ even more imposing⁠​ than its exterior.​‍⁠

Its‌​‍ dimensions were appropriate⁠​ for the Butlers⁠⁠ and the Footmen.​‌

But⁠ for an ordinary‌‍⁠ human, even climbing⁠‌ the stairs required​ effort.

The‌​ ceiling was absurdly‌ high.

It‌​ was divided into⁠​​ a grid of‌⁠ coffered panels, each⁠‌‌ decorated with golden⁠​​ ornaments.

Enormous​​ crystal chandeliers hung⁠ overhead, radiating a dazzling brilliance.

Their⁠ light illuminated the​ marble floor, engraved‍ with intricate geometric‌ patterns.

Even‍ the walls, adorned​⁠ with pilasters and⁠ elegant decorative motifs,‌ were magnificent.

But⁠‌ I could barely⁠ appreciate any of​ it.

“Gunbam.​​ Do you remember?​‍⁠ You restored that⁠ mural on the‍⁠‍ wall.”

I didn’t know how⁠​ to paint.

In​⁠ the game, I had only obtained‌‍ a painting item‍ to complete a cleaning quest and‌‌ touched up the⁠​‍ mural.

“And​​‌ I also remember​‍ when you gave‌ us that wonderful​‍ gift, Gunbam! You‍​ gave us one‌​ every single day.⁠‌ Thanks to that,‌⁠ every day was​‌⁠ so much happier.”​⁠⁠

I didn’t even know‌‍ what gift they​⁠​ were talking about.⁠‍‍

In​‍‍ the game, I had simply obtained‍ Gift Boxes and​ handed them over‌‌⁠ without opening them.‍‌

The‌‌ Gift Boxes, which‍ restored the player’s⁠‍ health, could also​⁠‍ be given once‌ a day to‌ the NPC Butlers‍⁠ to increase their⁠‌⁠ affinity.

“It‌​⁠ was also impressive‍​​ when you defeated‌⁠⁠ that enormous Creature.​ Ever since then,‌ the basement has​ been completely clean.”‍

I had simply defeated​ the Boss Monster.​‍

Because‌‌ it was a game.

Nothing‍ more.

Still‌‌ completely dazed, I allowed the Rabbit‌ Butler and the​‌⁠ Cat Butler to‍‍ lead me into‍ a reception room.‌

The‍ Rabbit Butler sat‍⁠‍ me down on‍‍​ a sofa.

It⁠‍ was so enormous‌⁠‌ that my feet​‌ didn’t even reach‍​⁠ the floor.

As‍‌ I practically sank‍ into it, the⁠‍ Cat Butler handed​⁠‌ me a large⁠ teacup with a golden rim.

I awkwardly held it‍ with both hands.‌‌

He⁠ began pouring tea.​‌

A deep crimson liquid,​​‍ similar to the⁠​ color of a pomegranate, slowly filled​ the cup.

The‌⁠‍ warmth reaching my‌‍​ hands helped me‍ calm down a little.

“Tell⁠ us. How have‌⁠ you been all‌ this time? We’ve‌​‌ been so curious.​‍ It’s very difficult​ to keep in⁠‍ contact with Gunbam’s‍⁠ planet.”

I tilted the cup‌​‍ slightly.

Pretending‍ to take a sip.

But‍‍ I didn’t even​‍ wet my lips.⁠‌⁠

Instead​ of tea, I swallowed hard, using​ those few seconds‍ to force myself⁠‍ to regain my​​ composure.

The​ NPCs of CCC.‍⁠

They​‍⁠ remembered me.

I would have time‍ later to think‍‌ about how that‍‌ was possible.

What‍‌ mattered now was‌‍‍ something else.

‘Is‍‌ it still possible‍‍‍ to achieve the‍ True Ending?’

I was already a player who had​ completed every single⁠​‌ ending in Clean!⁠‌ Clean! Clean!.

I had even seen​ the Hidden Ending.​‌

There​⁠⁠ was no possibility​‌‌ of there being⁠‌​ yet another ending.​

Nor⁠ was it possible‍​ for Lieutenant Colonel‍ Je or the⁠‍ Captains to obtain‍‍ the True Ending⁠ in my place.‍

“It‌​⁠ was also impressive‍ when you defeated⁠‌ that enormous Creature.‌ Ever since then,‌‌‍ the basement has‍​‍ been completely clean.”‌‌⁠

Because‌​‍ the Boss Monster,‍​ the essential requirement​ for obtaining the​ True Ending…

No‍ longer existed.

And​‌ that wasn’t the⁠​​ only problem.

Even‍‌​ though I had‌ been completely stunned​ on the way‍‍ to the reception⁠⁠ room, I had​‍​ never stopped observing‌‌ my surroundings.

The‍ Gift Boxes were‌‌​ nowhere to be⁠‌‍ seen.

Normally,‍ they were common‌ items that could​ easily be found⁠‍ all over the‍​ mansion.

And⁠​ if that had⁠‍⁠ changed.

There​ were probably many‌ other changes as‍‌⁠ well.

Enough​​ to prevent the‍⁠‍ game from unfolding‌‍​ normally.

‘Even​​ getting a normal‍​ ending will be‌‍ difficult.’

I knew practically everything⁠‌ about World Archive.‍

But.‌‌​

I didn’t know how‌‍‌ to play a game whose endings​ had already been⁠‍ completed.

‘Even​ so, I can’t‍‍ stay trapped here.’‌

I hadn’t entered alone.‌

Lieutenant‌​⁠ Colonel Je and​‍ the two Captains‌⁠​ would also be‍‌‍ trapped.

‘Because⁠​ of me.’

The​⁠ tea inside the⁠‍ cup began to⁠ ripple slightly.

This‍ wasn’t the time​ to remain frozen.‍⁠​

I had to do​​ something.

What⁠⁠⁠ I needed most‍ right now was‌‍⁠ information.

The⁠‌‌ main NPCs who⁠ controlled CCC seemed​​ to have taken‌‍ a liking to‍‍‌ me.

I had to obtain‍‍ even the smallest​ clue from them.⁠

I set the cup,‍​⁠ whose contents remained​ completely untouched, back​ down on my​​ knees.

And⁠ forcing myself to⁠ speak, I finally‌⁠ opened my mouth.‌‍‌

“I⁠ should have been‍ the one to‌⁠​ contact you first.”⁠⁠‌

“Don’t‌⁠​ worry. Gunbam is​‌‍ still young! The​‌ younger you are,​‌⁠ the busier you​ tend to be.”⁠​

The‌ Cat Butler let‍‌⁠ out a hearty‌ laugh.

“And‌‌‍ you? How have​​‌ you been all​ this time?”

“The⁠⁠​ same as always.‍‍ Taking care of​​ the mansion. But‌​​ what really interests​​‍ us is how​ you’ve been, Gunbam.”⁠

“I​‌‍ haven’t had anything​‌ out of the‍ ordinary happen either.”​

Then,​‍‌ as if I had just remembered‍​⁠ something, I added​‍ another question.

“Ah,‌⁠⁠ right… Has the⁠​‌ Master returned yet?”‌⁠

 
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