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I’m a Young God, Won’t You Raise Me? Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Before​‍ I could answer,‌ she spoke in⁠‍ a cold voice.‍​‌

“Nut​⁠ Candy.”

It‌⁠‍ was an interrogation‌‌​ that made it‍ clear I shouldn’t⁠ even try to​ make excuses.

Her‍⁠⁠ words brought a scene to mind.​‌

“Well,‌⁠​ I found this⁠⁠⁠ candy, and it​⁠ said it could​​​ repair toys.”

It‍​⁠ was what I had said when‌ I explained why‍‍‍ I was putting‌ Sad Smiley’s pieces⁠ back together.

If​ someone wasn’t a Compatible, they couldn’t​ see the item‍ description for Nut‍‍‌ Candy.

In‌​ other words, they‍ couldn’t see the⁠‌ system windows.

It⁠⁠ was simple logic.​​

But‌ for me, the⁠ existence of system​​ windows was so‌‍‌ natural that I had made a mistake.

Mo⁠ Haein must have‌‌‍ started suspecting me​​ from that moment.⁠​

And⁠‌‍ now that I had survived perfectly‍‌ well after being‌‍ left completely alone,‍ it seemed she‍​​ had confirmed her​‌ suspicions.

‘I’ll⁠​ have to be⁠‌ more careful from⁠ now on.’

In⁠⁠ any case, I had already decided‌⁠⁠ to stop pretending‌ to be a normal civilian.

With⁠ Park Seonggyeon involved,⁠ obtaining the True‍ Ending was far‍ too difficult if​‍ I kept acting‌​⁠ like someone who‍​ knew nothing.

That​‌⁠ was also why‍ I had defeated‍‍‍ Princess Tarantella.

I answered somewhat ambiguously.⁠‍

“I‌​‍ think I can⁠⁠⁠ see them.”

“You‍​ think?”

“This‌⁠ is the first⁠‌‍ time something like‌‍​ this has happened⁠‌‍ to me. Square‍‌ messages keep appearing.⁠⁠ Are those what​‍⁠ you call system‍ windows?”

“Yes.”​‍

Mo⁠‌ Haein asked without⁠ lowering the blade‌‌ of her weapon.‍‌‌

“How⁠​ did you deal‍⁠ with the spider?”​‍‌

“I‌​‍ just dodged its​ attacks.”

The⁠‌ tip of the‍‌ spear pricked beneath‌‌ my chin.

I quickly added.

“It⁠ seemed to have‍​⁠ patterns. I have‍ pretty good eyesight.”‌‍

Mo‌ Haein let out​ a disbelieving laugh.⁠⁠

“You’re‌⁠ telling me you‍⁠ defeated the spider‌‌ without any items,⁠ using only your‍‌​ dynamic vision and‌​‌ reflexes?”

“I‍⁠ thought it was‌​ like a video‌‌⁠ game, so I played it like‌​‌ one. I really‍‌‌ like games.”

The‍‌‍ corners of my⁠⁠⁠ eyes tilt slightly‌‍‍ upward, so when‌​⁠ I keep a serious expression, I usually look suspicious.​

I tried to make‍ my gaze as‌ innocent as possible​‌⁠ and slightly lifted‌‍ the corners of⁠ my lips.

“Besides,⁠​‍ you said I wouldn’t die.”

“What⁠ a reckless idiot.”‍⁠

Mo​⁠‍ Haein muttered something⁠‍ that I couldn’t‌ tell was an‍‌‍ insult or not.​⁠

Finally,‌​ she lowered the‌ Black Moon Blade.​⁠

I rubbed the spot​‍‍ beneath my chin​ where she had⁠⁠ poked me.

Fortunately,‌ it didn’t seem‌ to be bleeding.⁠

Mo‍‍ Haein watched me⁠​​ in silence.

“For‌‌ a Compatible who’s​‍⁠ entered a Trial‍ for the first⁠⁠ time to play‍‍‍ like this is…”‍‌​

She⁠⁠ stopped halfway through‍​‌ the sentence.

“Let’s​‌ get out of⁠‌ here first, and⁠ then we’ll talk.‌‍ What did you⁠‍ say your name‍ was?”

“Han‍‌ Goyo.”

“Call‍ me Captain.”

“Yes.”​

And​ shortly afterward, I found myself forced‍ to address her⁠‍‌ again.

“…Captain?”‍

Click.‍‌

A pair of articulated‍​​ handcuffs snapped shut‍​‍ around my wrists.⁠‍​

They​ were special handcuffs‌ used by the⁠ Trial Response Agency.‍⁠​

An⁠​‍ item reserved for⁠​‌ officers of captain⁠ rank or higher.​‌

Restraining‍‌‌ handcuffs for Compatibles.‌‌‌

Unable​​‌ to move my⁠‍‌ hands, I looked​ at her in‌ confusion.

While​⁠ caressing the Black‍ Moon Blade, Mo​ Haein warned me.​​

“Can‌ we behave ourselves‌‍ calmly?”

“……”​‌‌

I decided to stop‍‍ asking questions.

It‌​ seemed I had‍⁠ completely failed to‍⁠ earn Mo Haein’s⁠​‌ trust.

After‍​‌ handcuffing me, she‌ did not head​ toward the next‌‍ stage.

She⁠ turned around.

“We’re‌​ going to find‍​ Park Seonggyeon.”

In⁠​‍ the corridor between‌ the warehouse and‍‍‍ the laboratory, Mo⁠‌ Haein opened a locked door.

Behind‌‌‌ it was a small room with‍‍ an elevator.

Unlike​ the exterior, which‍⁠‌ was decorated in‍‍⁠ bright colors like​ a children’s paradise,‍ that elevator was‌ made of cold⁠ gray metal.

There‍​ was only one‍ button.

The‍‍ button for going‌ down.

As⁠​⁠ soon as she​⁠‍ pressed it, the‌ doors opened.

The⁠ first thing that⁠ caught my eye‍ was a huge​ warning written in‍‌ bright red.

CHILDREN​ ARE FORBIDDEN TO​‍⁠ ENTER!

Inside‍⁠ the elevator, there⁠⁠‌ was also only‍​ one button.

More⁠ precisely, where there‌⁠‌ should have been‍ around fifty different⁠⁠ floors, there was‌‍ a single gigantic‌​‍ button.

Inside​ a long rectangle⁠ appeared an endless​​ string of numbers.‌‍

B9999999999999999…‌‌​

I tried counting how⁠⁠⁠ many nines there​⁠ were.

I gave up quickly.​

Mo‌​ Haein opened her⁠‌ claw hand as‌‌​ wide as possible⁠ and pressed the⁠‌ enormous button.

A distorted voice came‍‌ from the speakers.‍⁠⁠

“D-d-descending.‌‍​ Ch-ch-children. Don’t go‌‌⁠ down. Don’t go​⁠⁠ down. Don’t go⁠ down.”

The​ doors closed.

The​​ elevator began to​‌​ descend.

Inside‌‍‌ the elevator, Mo‌​⁠ Haein crossed her​ arms with the⁠‌ spear resting against‍‍ her forearm.

“You.”‌⁠⁠

Even​‌ though she was⁠ treating me like⁠ a suspect, she‌‍⁠ at least seemed‍⁠​ willing to talk.⁠‍⁠

I responded cheerfully.

“Yes.”‌

“What​⁠ do you think‌‌‍ happens if you‌⁠ die here?”

When‍‍ all your lives‍⁠⁠ were used up.​‌‌

Or​‌⁠ when someone equipped‍ Cherry Pickers on⁠​⁠ both arms and‍ both legs.

The‍‍ player became a factory employee.

“You​‍​ become an employee‍ of the toy​ factory and can‍ never leave.”

It‍​​ was something I already knew.

But‍ what she said⁠​​ next was new⁠‌ to me.

“In⁠⁠‌ the place we’re‌​ going now, there​‌ are people like‌ that. People trapped‌ inside the Trial.”⁠​​

I had already seen‍ what was in‍‍ the underground levels‌⁠ of the game.​‍

There​ were hundreds of‍ employees dressed in‌⁠ the same uniform‍​‌ as the player,​‍​ diligently manufacturing toys.⁠

I had explored everything.‍⁠

Since‍​ no special event​ ever occurred there,‌‌ I had always​‍ thought it was⁠⁠‌ simply a hidden⁠​ area the developer​⁠ had added as‍⁠‍ a joke.

Just⁠​ an easter egg.⁠

But⁠​ were all those​ people really individuals‌​ trapped inside the⁠​​ Trial?

I remembered those little‌ pixel-art workers mechanically‍​​ moving as they‌⁠ manufactured toys.

They‍​​ had seemed adorable.⁠

They​⁠ never got tired.​

They‍​‍ never got sick.‍​

They⁠⁠​ never suffered.

In‍‍ that dark and‍ gloomy underground factory,⁠ so different from‌ the surface, they‌‌⁠ simply smiled with⁠⁠⁠ the happy faces‍‍‌ characteristic of Happy‍‍‌ Smile Factory while​ manufacturing toys forever.​⁠

I slowly swallowed before‍ speaking.

“Is‍‍​ Lieutenant Park Seonggyeon​‌ down there?”

“Lieutenant?⁠​ No way. I’m⁠​ going to have‌⁠ that bastard kicked⁠​‌ out of the​⁠ army.”

Mo‌ Haein rested her‌‍⁠ face against the​ Black Moon Blade.‍

For⁠ a moment, I forgot the situation⁠ and was surprised.​⁠​

They⁠ said the Black‌‌‍ Moon Blade never​‍ harmed its owner.‍

And‍⁠ it was true.‌

Even​​‌ though she pressed‍ her face against​​⁠ that incredibly sharp​‍‌ obsidian blade, she‍‍⁠ didn’t have so‌‍ much as a scratch.

She⁠‌ lowered her gaze‌​ and spoke.

“He⁠​‌ attacked an NPC​⁠‍ from the start,‌ turned all the​‌ toys into enemies,‍ rebelled against a superior officer, and‌⁠ doesn’t even have⁠‍⁠ the ability to‌​ clear the Trial‌ on his own.”​​‍

Park‍​ Seonggyeon was the‍ one who attacked‌‌ Smiley.

And⁠ Mo Haein had​ lost a life‌​⁠ trying to protect‍​ him.

Now​‌⁠ I thought I fully understood what‍‌ that noise had⁠ been that I heard when I first woke up​‌ in the factory.‍⁠‍

After⁠ dying once and​​ reviving, Mo Haein​ had been dealing‍ with a Smiley‍‌ who had already⁠ become hostile.

That​⁠​ was the reason‌⁠ a veteran like‌‍ her had ended‌ up following the​‍‍ difficult Collapse Ending⁠​‌ route.

“Because‌‍ the only place‌​ where Park Seonggyeon​‌‍ can hide without​‌⁠ being attacked by‌ the toys while​‌​ I complete the‍‍‍ Trial is down⁠‌‍ here.”

I looked at her​‌ identification badge.

The‌ Smiley emoticon on‌ the badge was⁠​ now crying.

Mo⁠ Haein was on⁠​⁠ the verge of⁠‌‍ Game Over.

“Isn’t​⁠⁠ it dangerous?”

“Of⁠ course it’s dangerous.‌ But I can’t‍​​ complete the Trial‍⁠ while constantly worrying‍⁠ that he’ll stab⁠ me in the‍‍‌ back.”

She⁠‌ was right.

Park​⁠ Seonggyeon still had‍‍‍ two hearts left.⁠‍‌

Of​ course, equipping Cherry‍‌‌ Pickers on all‌‍‍ four limbs caused‌⁠ an instant Game⁠‍‍ Over, but unless‍ he had gone‌⁠‍ completely insane, he‍‌ wouldn’t do something⁠‌ like that.

With⁠​ three Cherry Pickers‍‌‍ equipped, Park Seonggyeon​ currently had the⁠‍⁠ physical advantage.

In⁠⁠ fact, I had‍‍ my own trump⁠‌ card as well.‍

The​​ Bolt Candy I had obtained after⁠ buying time by‌‌ even using a bug.

If⁠ things became complicated,‍ I planned to‌⁠‍ give it to‍⁠‍ Mo Haein.

Although⁠ ideally, I would⁠‍ defeat Park Seonggyeon‌ without using it,‌​‌ since explaining where‌‌ I had gotten‍ it would be​ troublesome.

Clunk.⁠​

The​‍ elevator shook briefly⁠‌‌ as it reached​ its destination.

“Floor‍‍​ ■■. Ch-ch-children. P-please,​ children, do not​​‍ come down.”

The‌‍‍ doors opened.

But‌‌​ what greeted me​ was not what‍⁠‌ I expected.

A bright yellow face⁠⁠⁠ completely filled my⁠​‌ field of vision.‍‌⁠

Smiley.‌

A Smiley so gigantic‌⁠⁠ that his face‍‌ completely covered the‍‌ elevator doors was⁠‍‍ waiting for me.⁠‌

In⁠⁠ his glossy black⁠​ plastic eyes, completely​​ devoid of pupils,‍‍ Mo Haein and​‍​ I were reflected.​‍

Both‌ of us stood⁠‌⁠ frozen with our‍​​ eyes wide open.⁠⁠​

We‍⁠‍ couldn’t even scream.‍

We​‌​ barely dared to​⁠ breathe.

As‍ though a single‌‍ wrong breath would⁠‍​ be enough for‌​ him to crush‌‍ us.

In‍ Happy Smile Factory,​​‌ the giant version‍ of Smiley only⁠‌ appeared during the​‌ final boss battle.​‍

As‌⁠‍ befitted a final‍ boss, he possessed‌‍​ extremely difficult attack‍​ patterns.

His​​ enormous size and​‍⁠ his massive area⁠​⁠ attacks using various‍‌ toys were his‍​ defining traits.

He​​ was an enemy‌⁠‍ that required thorough⁠‍​ preparation.

So‌ then.

Why​‌⁠ was he here?​‌‌

This​‌‌ was a place⁠⁠‌ where toys were⁠ not supposed to‌⁠ appear.

No.​

Could⁠​ I really say​​ that?

The​‍ game was already‍⁠ changing from what‌ I knew.

Something​​⁠ like this was⁠‌​ entirely possible.

What‍​ mattered now was⁠ not discovering the‍⁠‌ cause.

But‍⁠⁠ finding a way‍ to deal with‌⁠ the giant Smiley⁠​​ standing before us.‍

“……”‌⁠

Mo​‌ Haein very slowly‍‌ lifted her foot.‍‍

And‍‍⁠ took a step‍‍ backward.

An‍‍ extremely cautious movement.‍

I could see the​‌ blue veins standing​‌‌ out on the⁠‍​ back of her‍ hand as she‍​ gripped the Black​‍ Moon Blade tightly.‌​

Fortunately,​‍​ although she stepped​⁠​ back, Smiley did‍‌‍ not react.

Mo‌ Haein signaled to​ me with her​‌‍ eyes.

I also began slowly‌‍ backing away.

Or‍ at least I tried to.

Damn‌⁠⁠ it.

Creeeeak.​‍

The​ elevator doors emitted‍‍ an unsettling sound⁠​ as they were‍ forced open.

Smiley​​ was pushing his⁠⁠‍ head inside.

That‌‌ made one thing‍‌‍ perfectly clear.

The‌​⁠ person he was⁠ interested in was​‌ me.

A drop of cold‍ sweat ran down‍ Mo Haein’s temple.‍‌‍

Even​​ for her, the⁠ final boss of‍‍ Happy Smile Factory‌ was not an‌ easy enemy.

If​‍ she had been‍​​ alone, she might‍ have been able⁠‌​ to defeat the‍ giant Smiley using‌ the Black Moon​⁠⁠ Blade.

But‌ with dead weight‌⁠⁠ to protect, it‍ was impossible.

Moreover,⁠⁠ the confined space⁠​ of the elevator‌ made it extremely⁠ difficult to use⁠‍ a long weapon⁠‍‍ like the Black‌⁠‍ Moon Blade.

At‍‌‌ this rate, Mo​‍‍ Haein might end‍​⁠ up getting a Game Over.

She‌‌ didn’t know me.⁠‌​

But‍⁠‌ I knew her.​‍‍

I didn’t want to‌ see someone I had cared about‌​ for so long‌ while playing Archive​⁠‍ World end up‌‍​ becoming an employee‌‍‌ of a toy​‍ factory.

So‍ I decided to‍‍ take a gamble.‌

I moved forward the​ foot I had⁠​ stepped back with.⁠

I took a step.‍

Mo‍⁠‍ Haein’s eyes widened.‌‌‌

She⁠ looked as though‍​⁠ she wanted to‍‍​ yell at me​‌⁠ at any moment,⁠​ but she could​ only slightly move​​ her lips for‌​ fear of provoking‍ Smiley.

I took another step.‌

And‌‌⁠ then another.

Smiley⁠‌ backed away.

At‌ that moment, the⁠⁠ elevator doors, which​ I thought were‌‌‌ broken, began closing‍ again.

CRACK!‌‌

Smiley‌⁠‍ ripped one of‍⁠​ the doors off⁠ with his claw​ hand.

Thanks​ to that, I was able to‍ step out comfortably.‍⁠​

Although,‌‍ honestly, I would‍​​ have preferred if‌⁠ he had simply‌‌ let the doors⁠ close.

Smiley​ continued backing away‌‍ slowly at the‌​ same pace as⁠ my steps.

As⁠‌‍ I walked forward,⁠ I took a Bolt Candy out‍⁠ of my inventory.‌

I held it in‍​ my hand.

Then​⁠‍ I discreetly dropped​ it onto the‍‍ floor.

And‍‍‌ fully stepped out‍​ of the elevator.‌‌

At⁠‍ last, I could‌​ see the underground⁠⁠‍ floor that had‍‌ been hidden behind​​ Smiley’s enormous body.‍

It‌‍ was a space​‌ so vast and​ so tall that⁠⁠ it was impossible‍​ to estimate its​ size at a glance.

The‌ darkness concealed the​ far end, but‍‍‌ I had the⁠‌​ feeling it extended‍‍‍ far beyond what‍​⁠ I could see.‌

There⁠ were dozens of​⁠ enormous machines.

Yet‌⁠‌ an eerie silence​‍‌ reigned.

All​⁠​ of them appeared‍⁠⁠ to be shut‍ down.

And‍⁠​ there were also‍ the employees.

Hundreds⁠⁠ of them.

They​‍ wore work uniforms‍​⁠ of various colors.‍⁠​

All⁠‍‍ of them stood⁠⁠ perfectly still, neatly‍⁠⁠ lined up.

And‌ all of them​ were smiling.

A smile so wide​‌ that it seemed‌⁠‍ to have reached‍‍ its physical limit.⁠​‍

Despite⁠ the enormous number​‍‍ of people present,⁠‍ not a single‍‍​ breath could be‌⁠‌ heard.

Probably⁠ because they were⁠ no longer people.‍‍

The⁠‍⁠ giant Smiley, accompanied‍‌​ by hundreds of‍ employees behind him,‍ looked down at‍‍⁠ me.

…It​‍​ was a little‍ frightening.

A toy approximately fifteen‍ meters tall exerted​‍ quite a bit​ of pressure.

Even‌ so, for the​ moment, it was‌‍​ fine.

Based‍‌‌ on all the‌ goodwill the toys⁠ of Happy Smile⁠ Factory had shown⁠ me so far,‌‍ I concluded that‌⁠‍ Smiley would not‍⁠​ attack first either.⁠​​

Smiley’s⁠ claw hand approached.⁠‍

I sensed no hostile‌​ intent, so I remained still.

The​⁠ claw picked me‍⁠​ up as though‌ I were a prize from a claw machine.

I was lifted into‌​ the air like‍‌‌ a prize doll.​⁠⁠

Smiley‍‍​ brought me close⁠⁠ to his face.‍⁠‍

A mechanical sound came⁠‍⁠ from inside him.‌‍⁠

“Smiley-we-welcome-you-only-you-to-Happy-Smile-Factory-let’s-all-be-happy-happy.”​‍

Behind‌⁠‌ that mechanical voice‍ repeating “happy happy,”‌‌ I could hear‍ children’s laughter and⁠ cheers.

A chill ran down‍ my spine.

If‌​‍ Smiley squeezed his⁠ hand just a little harder, I would instantly become‌⁠ toy blocks.

And⁠⁠ yet.

Strangely,⁠ I didn’t feel​ very afraid.

Perhaps‌ because, like Mo‍⁠ Haein, Smiley was‌ also an NPC⁠ I liked.

Even​​​ after coming this⁠ far, I still​‌ wanted to reach​⁠ the True Ending.‌⁠‌

Maybe‌​‍ it was impossible.‍

But⁠​ I wanted to⁠​ try until the‌⁠ very end.

“Smiley.”​⁠

I smiled at him.​‍‌

“Do⁠‌ you want me⁠ to kill you?”‍

The‍⁠‍ absolute condition for‌​ reaching the True‌ Ending.

Smiley’s​ death.

After​ voicing the wish‌‌ that the final​ boss of Happy‌‌ Smile Factory desired‍ more than anything‍​⁠ else, I waited‍‌​ for his answer.‍⁠‌

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