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I’m a Young God, Won’t You Raise Me? Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Beep—‌ Beep— Beep—.

The⁠⁠⁠ error tones continued​‍ sounding repeatedly.

Researchers⁠‌‍ completely outfitted in‌​ protective suits and​⁠ equipment reported in​‍ tense voices.

“Attempt​​ number three failed.​​ It has been​​ determined to be​ an error, and‌ it has been​⁠‍ confirmed that even​⁠⁠ forced measurement is​⁠ impossible.”

One‍‌‍ of the monitors‌⁠‌ displayed a waveform‌ that had never‌ been seen before.⁠⁠

Fear‌ began spreading among​⁠​ the researchers.

Ham‌‍ Jiwol, Head of‍ the Research Analysis⁠‍ Division, who was⁠‍ reviewing the values,‍⁠‍ quickly turned her​‍ gaze toward Kwak‍​‌ Hanmuk.

Kwak‍​ Hanmuk waved a hand to indicate⁠‌‍ that he was‍‌⁠ still maintaining the​⁠ restraint properly.

Ham​​ Jiwol cautiously approached‌‌⁠ ‘it’ and replaced‍⁠ the patch that​ had been attached​‍‍ to it.

It‌‍‌ looked as though‌ she were handling​ radioactive material.

‘I​⁠‍ wish it were‍‌‍ radioactive material.’

Thinking⁠ that, Kwak Hanmuk​ observed through the⁠ glass.

The​ atmosphere was heavy⁠‌ with tension.

However,⁠‌​ the protagonist of‌‌ all that remained‌ calm.

The‍‍ man sleeping peacefully,⁠ completely wrapped in​ rosary beads, seemed‍‍​ to be one⁠‍ step removed from‌‍​ all the commotion⁠​​ surrounding him.

Kwak‌⁠ Hanmuk absentmindedly rolled‌​ one of the​​​ beads of his‍ rosary, as was‍ his habit.

His​⁠ rosary was a defensive item.

Made⁠‌‍ from byeokjomok wood​ and infused with​ lightning energy, it‍ could extend freely‍ and, within a certain range, even‌ separate into multiple​⁠ sections.

It‌‌ was an ideal‌ item for restraining‌‌‍ and subduing targets.⁠

However,⁠‍⁠ Kwak Hanmuk usually​‍ used it in​ extravagant ways as‍ an offensive weapon.⁠

In⁠​⁠ fact, he rarely‌ used its original​​ function of restraint​‍‌ and capture.

The​‍ reason was simple.⁠⁠

Because⁠⁠ it was boring.‌‍‍

But‌ what had happened​ a little while‍ ago?

“Hanmuk,‌⁠‌ restrain him.”

The‌ moment Mo Haein⁠‍ gave the order,⁠⁠‌ he launched the‍⁠​ restraint technique without‍ a second thought.​

It‌‌​ had been an‍ instinctive movement.

The​‍⁠ feeling from that⁠​⁠ moment, when he‍‍‌ acted purely on⁠‍⁠ intuition without passing‍‌‍ through reason, was​‌ still vivid in‍ his memory.

“Haein.‍ What the hell‌ did you pick‍ up this time?”‍

When⁠ Kwak Hanmuk asked‌ while shaking his‍​ head, Mo Haein​‍ answered immediately.

“I‌‍⁠ didn’t pick him​​ up. He appeared‌⁠‌ in front of‌​​ me.”

Mo‌‍​ Haein had submitted​ reports to her‍​ superiors without even⁠ having time to‌‍ rest.

Her⁠ face looked exhausted.⁠⁠

However,​ her eyes were⁠ shining intensely.

The​ only thing keeping⁠ her standing was​​ the euphoria of​⁠ having permanently closed⁠‍ a Trial through‌​⁠ a True Ending.‌‍

“Could‌⁠​ he be human?”⁠‌

“…I​ don’t know.”

At‍‍‌ the moment Park​​ Seonggyeon’s head exploded‌‍ into golden fragments,⁠ Mo Haein saw‌‌​ it clearly.

The⁠⁠‍ change that occurred​‍​ in ‘its’ eyes.​

Something‍‌‌ impossible for a human being.

At⁠​ that moment, all‍ available personnel of‍ the Trial Response‌ Agency were investigating​‍ the existence known​​​ as Han Goyo.‍

Soon​‌​ Samra would begin‌ a formal investigation.​⁠

Perhaps‌⁠​ then they could​ discover what he​⁠‍ truly was.

Whether‍⁠‍ he was someone‍‌ infected by a Trial virus.

Or‌‌ whether he was‌ a non-human existence.‍​

In‍​​ truth, Mo Haein⁠​⁠ did not care‌‍ very much what​​ Han Goyo was.‌‍⁠

Only‌​ one thing mattered.⁠​⁠

Could‍‌ he be used?‌

Or​​ not?

If‍​ he helped close⁠ Trials through True​‍ Endings, Mo Haein‍‌‌ was willing to‌​⁠ accept whatever he‍‌⁠ was.

“You​‌‍ worked hard, Captain.”⁠⁠

Suddenly,⁠‍ she remembered the​​‌ way he had‌​ congratulated her.

That‍ faint smile belonged​‌ to a completely‍⁠‍ ordinary university student.‍‌

But⁠⁠‍ Mo Haein pushed‍​ that memory out​⁠ of her mind.‍‌‌

The⁠‌‌ feelings she had‍‍ experienced then had⁠ been genuine.

However,‌​​ now they only⁠‌ interfered with her‍‍​ judgment.

While​​‌ watching the sleeping⁠⁠ Han Goyo without​ taking her eyes⁠‌‍ off him for‍​‌ even a moment,​ Kwak Hanmuk, who⁠ had been toying‍‌‌ with the rosary​ beads, suddenly spoke.​‌

“You⁠ said the Trial⁠ NPCs showed a friendly attitude toward⁠‍​ Han Goyo.”

“Yes.”⁠

“By‍​⁠ any chance, did‌‌​ you try attacking‌ him with the‌​ Black Moon Blade?”​

Mo‌​ Haein frowned at⁠ the absurd question.‍‌‍

But‌‍‌ Kwak Hanmuk was‌⁠ completely serious.

“No,‌‌‌ I know it⁠‍ sounds fucking crazy,⁠‍‍ but my rosary​⁠​ keeps feeling it.”‌

Kwak​⁠​ Hanmuk let out‍‍‍ a disbelieving laugh,‍⁠ as if he‍‌ himself couldn’t believe‍⁠ what he was‍ saying.

“It⁠‍ wants to release‌‌​ him.”

Mo⁠‌‍ Haein slightly parted​ her lips.

Kwak​⁠ Hanmuk pressed the‌​ beads of his‌ rosary while watching‌‍ Han Goyo.

For​​‍ a while now,​⁠​ the rosary had⁠⁠ been giving him​ small chills on‍⁠ his skin, as‌‍ if expressing its​⁠ dissatisfaction.

Finally,‌ he voiced the‌ impossible hypothesis that‌‌‌ had been weighing⁠ on his mind.‌‍‌

“Not⁠‌‌ only the NPCs​​ of the Trials…”‌

“…Even⁠‌ the items might​‍ be favorable toward​‌ Han Goyo.”

***​​‍

“Ugh…”​​‌

I opened my eyes​ while suppressing a groan.

I saw a white‍⁠ ceiling.

It⁠ looked like a hospital room.

…That‍‌ was what I would have liked​⁠‍ to think upon​​ waking up.

But​ reality was completely​⁠ different.

When‌⁠​ I opened my⁠‍ eyes, I was‍⁠​ in an interrogation‍ room.

Moreover,​‌ I was wearing⁠​‌ a restraint uniform​​ and was tied​ to a chair.‌‌

‘Now‍ I’m really screwed.’‌⁠​

The‍ Trial Response Agency⁠​ belonged to the‌‌​ Ministry of Defense,​ so trials were‍⁠ held in military‍ courts.

But‌⁠ this could barely​ be called a trial.

Due‌‍​ to the organization’s‌​⁠ special nature, they​⁠ had their own‌⁠‌ courts and completely​ independent procedures.

In‌ other words.

“This​​‌ bastard is evil!”⁠​⁠

And⁠ the Agency’s military​​ judge could imprison​ or punish you⁠​​ immediately.

At‍ least there was‌​ a small piece‌​‍ of good news.​

All‍‌ my injuries had‍‍⁠ been treated.

Noticing⁠ that the pain‍‍⁠ in my thigh​‍​ had decreased considerably,‍ a question crossed​‍ my mind.

‘Come‌ to think of‍ it, why can’t⁠ I register Kwak‌‌ Hanmuk?’

Someone⁠ like Captain Kwak​‌ was an important⁠ and powerful character.‍⁠‌

He‍‌ should be registrable.⁠⁠

But⁠ the system window⁠​ had never appeared.‌‍⁠

You‌‍ think you must‍ proceed cautiously when⁠‍ registering characters.

You‍‍‌ currently possess only‍ ‘3 registration slots.’⁠‌

You⁠ consider it far‌⁠‍ too early to‌ use a slot​⁠​ on ‘Kwak Hanmuk.’‍‍

There​ is a possibility‌ that he may⁠‍​ escape from your⁠ ■■.

You‍‌ wish to increase‍ your abilities as‍ a System as​​ soon as possible.⁠

You‌⁠ think it would​​ be a good⁠ idea to register​ ‘Mo Haein.’

A simple question received​⁠⁠ an extremely strict‍‍‍ answer.

Since‍ my doubt had‍‌‍ already been resolved,⁠ I ignored the⁠ system window as‌​‌ usual.

At⁠⁠​ that moment, the​‍ closed door opened.⁠

A man wearing a Trial Response Agency​ uniform entered the‌​ room.

“Hello,⁠⁠‌ Mr. Han Goyo.”⁠⁠

The⁠‌‍ man smiled kindly​⁠ as he introduced‌ himself.

“I​ am ■■■ of‌‌‍ the Trial Response⁠⁠ Agency.”

Although‌‍ I heard his‌ name, he was‍​‌ a character I did not recognize‍‌ at all.

But​ what had he‍ said his name​​‌ was?

No​​ matter how hard‍⁠‌ I tried to‍⁠ remember, the name‌⁠ I had just⁠​⁠ heard would not‌‍‌ come to mind.‌

The‍‌​ man looked at​ how I was⁠⁠ wrapped up like​ a cocoon and​⁠ put on a sympathetic expression.

“It⁠⁠‌ must be very‍‌ uncomfortable, right? If⁠‌ you cooperate properly,‌⁠‍ we’ll release you‍​ immediately.”

I fully intended to​⁠ cooperate.

After‍‍ all, I had⁠⁠ nowhere else to‌⁠​ go.

‘They‍‍⁠ are literally my​ solution for lodging,⁠ food, and survival.’‌‌

If‍‌ I left here,‍⁠​ I would become⁠ homeless, so I tried to put​ on the friendliest⁠‌ expression possible and⁠ replied.

“Yes.‌⁠ I look forward‌ to working with‌⁠ you.”

The‌ man sitting across​ from me briefly‌ checked a tablet⁠‍‌ and smiled.

“First‍​ of all… what‍​ does Gunbam mean?”‍‍

I was prepared to⁠ answer immediately.

But‌ I ended up⁠‌​ giving him a stupid look instead.‍‌‌

“Excuse⁠​ me?”

“Gunbam.”​⁠

“Ah,​‍ Gunbam…”

I panicked.

‘How‍ the hell do‍ I explain Gunbam?’‌

For‍‍​ a moment, I thought it might‍ also be some‍​‌ kind of interrogation​‍ technique.

Not​‌‍ knowing what to​⁠ do, I blinked‍ several times before‍‍‍ answering hesitantly.

“Well…​⁠ it just means​⁠‌ Gunbam. You know,‌​⁠ roasted chestnuts.”

The⁠ atmosphere turned cold.⁠​

Trying‍ to appear as‍‍‍ cooperative as possible,​ I explained everything‍​‍ I could.

“My​‌⁠ name is Han⁠ Goyo. You know,​‌ like the Christmas​⁠⁠ carol Silent Night.​‍‌ At first, people​​ called me Gobam.​​ Then one day⁠​ I was eating⁠‌‍ roasted chestnuts with⁠⁠‌ some friends, and⁠‌ Gobam turned into‍⁠ Gunbam…”

Wow.‍⁠

That‌‌ sounded pathetic.

The‌ more I explained​⁠ it, the more‌⁠⁠ I felt I was ruining the⁠ situation.

But‍‍‌ stopping halfway through⁠ would have been‌‌​ even stranger.

“…And​‌ that’s how my‌​ nickname changed. Since‍‌ it was a familiar word, I ended up using‍ Gunbam quite often‌‌⁠ as a username⁠ online and things‌‍⁠ like that.”

Even‍‌ when I played​‌⁠ Archive, I always‌​ used Gunbam as‍ the player’s name.​

“So‍⁠‌ Gunbam is a nickname you chose⁠‍‌ yourself?”

“Yes.”‌‌⁠

“……”‍‍

The​‍‌ man fell silent.​

But‌⁠​ there was nothing​ else I could‌‌ explain.

I wanted to move​‍‍ on from the‌‌ Gunbam topic as‌​ quickly as possible.‍​

‘Let’s‍ go to the‍‌​ next question.’

While​⁠ I waited obediently,⁠​‌ the man spoke​​ again.

“The‌ names assigned within​ a Trial reflect‍‌‌ a Compatible’s characteristics​‌ or possess some‍‌​ kind of symbolism.”‌‌

He‍​ stared directly at‍ me.

It‍‍‍ was the kind​‌‌ of gaze meant⁠ to detect lies.⁠

“And‌ all of those‌ names are assigned‌ by the Trial‍​ itself.”

It​ was the first‍⁠⁠ time I had‌⁠⁠ heard something like‌‌‌ that.

I had always thought‌ everyone chose whatever⁠‍ name they wanted,​‌‍ just like when‍ creating a character‌​ in a video​​ game.

Even⁠‌‌ though I had⁠​ played Archive extensively,‍ much of the⁠ world’s information appeared​ as bonus content⁠⁠ after finishing the‌ game.

It‍​ was inevitable that‌⁠‌ there would be‌‌​ things I didn’t‌‌‍ know.

“There⁠ has never been⁠⁠⁠ a single case‌‍‍ where a name​​​ without any special‌ characteristic or meaning,‌​‌ and one personally‍ chosen by the​‍ user, was used​⁠⁠ inside a Trial.​‍‌ Not once.”

The⁠​​ man showed me​ the tablet.

“During⁠‍​ [Happy Smile Factory],​‍​ there was another⁠‍‍ Compatible besides you​​​ whose name underwent⁠​​ a change.”

A photograph of Park‍‌‌ Seonggyeon appeared on⁠ the screen.

“Park‍‍​ Seonggyeon received a completely different name​‍​ from the one‍ the Trials had⁠‍‌ normally assigned him.”​⁠

I immediately remembered Park‍ Seonggyeon’s identification badge‍‍​ in HasFac.

Written⁠ on it was:​‌‍

Sample.​‌⁠

And⁠‌‍ I also remembered‌‍‌ another system window.⁠‌‌

[‘Park‍‍​ Seonggyeon’ is a registrable sample character.‍ Would you like​‌ to register him?]​​​

Sample.‍

It⁠ was such an​‍ obvious name that⁠‌‍ it practically screamed:‍‌‍

“Please⁠ notice it!”

From​​⁠ the very moment⁠ he entered HasFac,‌⁠‌ Park Seonggyeon had‍​ been marked as⁠ a sample for⁠ me.

The⁠⁠‍ choice had not‌​‍ been bad either.⁠⁠

Precisely‌ because it was​ Park Seonggyeon, I was able to‌​ choose the execution‌​⁠ option without guilt‌​​ or hesitation.

However,‌‍‍ I did not‍​⁠ like the situation.‌

I could clearly feel‌ the will of⁠‌​ some existence that‍ wanted me to‍‌​ develop my abilities‌‍ as a System.‌⁠

In​​ any case, the‌ interrogation seemed to⁠‍ be going poorly.‌‍

‘I‌ can’t exactly say​ that my characteristic‍‍⁠ or symbolism is​ Gunbam…’

While‌ I was becoming‌ increasingly uncomfortable, the‍⁠‌ man continued questioning‌ me.

“You​​ knew the method‍ to complete [Happy‍​ Smile Factory] with​⁠ the True Ending.‍⁠⁠ Correct?”

“It​‍‍ was a coincidence.”‌⁠

“Han⁠‌ Goyo displayed exceptional‍ skill during the‌⁠​ boss battle and‌ knew completely new‌⁠ strategies that even‍​⁠ the Trial Response‌ Agency was unaware⁠⁠ of. Thanks to⁠ that, he achieved⁠ the True Ending.”​⁠

The‌‍ man smiled slightly‍​ before finishing the​​ sentence.

“…That‌‍ was what Captain⁠‌⁠ Mo Haein reported.”​‍⁠

“It⁠‍ really was a coincidence. It reminded​ me of a video game I liked, so I decided to try⁠ a few things,​‍ and it just‌ happened to work…”‍⁠

“Why‍ did Park Seonggyeon’s‍⁠ head explode?”

The⁠‍⁠ man interrupted me.​

And‍⁠⁠ asked the question⁠ as though he​‍ had already decided​ I was responsible.‌​

I denied it again.‌‌

“I⁠​⁠ don’t know anything​‍ about that.”

The​​‌ man let out​⁠ a long sigh.⁠‌

“Mr.‌‌ Han Goyo.”

“Yes.”​‌

“Perhaps​ you still don’t‍ understand, so allow‍⁠‌ me to explain.​ Torture is legal‌⁠ in the Trial‍​ Response Agency.”

I knew that…

Believe⁠ me, I knew‌⁠ that perfectly well…‍

But⁠‌⁠ I couldn’t confess​ so easily either.​⁠​

To​‌ do that, I would have to​ tell the absurd​⁠ truth that I had entered the‍ world of Archive​⁠‌ from a video‌‌⁠ game.

‘Can’t​​‌ this guy be​⁠⁠ registered either?’

For⁠‍ a moment, I imagined registering him‌ and threatening to‍ execute him.

Then⁠ a system window‌​ appeared.

Entities‍⁠ that are not​ ■■ cannot yet‍‌​ be registered.

The⁠ window appeared suddenly.​​‍

To​⁠ avoid letting him‍​ notice where I was looking, I lowered my gaze‌ and pretended to‍‍ be frightened.

‘Damn‌ black blocks.’

I didn’t understand why​⁠ it hid certain⁠‍ words.

Then⁠‌‌ another window appeared.‌​

Insufficient.‌‍

Now‌‍ it didn’t even⁠​‍ bother writing, “Your​ abilities are insufficient.”​⁠

It‌‍ only sent a single word.

At‍ this rate, it​ would eventually communicate​‍ using only initials.​‍‍

I was about to⁠ ignore the window.​

But⁠ then I looked‍ again at those‌⁠ black blocks.

■■…‌‌‌

What‌​​ if it meant​‌‌ human?

The​​​ moment I thought​⁠ of that word,⁠ a revelation hit‍‌ me like a hammer.

One‍‍​ of the main⁠ characters of the⁠ Trial Response Agency.​​⁠

An‍‍‍ existence created by‍ South Korea using⁠‌​ Trial items to​‌‌ fight the Trials‌‌​ themselves.

He⁠ was not human.‍

He​ was an artificial‌​ intelligence android system.​⁠

I spoke his name.‍​

“Samra​ Man-Sang.”

At​⁠ that instant, I could clearly see‍ the face of‍ the man who‌‍‌ until then had⁠⁠ seemed completely normal.‌‌‌

His⁠​​ face was covered​ by a black⁠⁠ stain, as if‌‌‍ someone had scribbled‌‍⁠ all over it.⁠⁠⁠

The⁠​⁠ moment I perceived⁠ that anomaly, the‌‍⁠ dark Trial Response⁠⁠ Agency uniform turned⁠ white.

The⁠ paint covering his​‌​ face gently disappeared.​‍

And‌ revealed his true⁠ appearance.

Hair⁠‌​ and eyes shining⁠‍ with holographic colors‌‍‍ that constantly changed‍‌ depending on the‍⁠​ light.

An​‍⁠ existence with colors‌‌⁠ impossible for a human being.

That‍⁠ existence smiled.

The‍‌‌ dark interrogation room‌ disappeared.

In⁠​ its place appeared​ a gigantic wall‍⁠ whose height seemed‍‌‍ endless.

A wall formed from​​⁠ countless monitors, smartphones,‌‍‌ tablets, and screens⁠‌ of every kind‍⁠ connected to one​​⁠ another with no‍‌ apparent order.

Each‍ displayed different images‍​‍ from around the‌​ world.

In​‍⁠ front of that‌ wall stood an‌‍ absurdly high platform.‌‌‌

On​ top of it‌ was a chair‌​ without a backrest.⁠‌​

Seated​ high above, Samra⁠⁠ looked down at​⁠​ me.

“How‍‍‌ did you figure​ it out, Mr.‌⁠ Han Goyo?”

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