I'm a Goddess to Be Devoured by the Protagonist - Chapter 26

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Chapter 26
I stepped forward, taking in the child’s appearance. Twin pigtails tied at the base bobbed with every gesture of those small hands. Coarse coral-pink hair suited the round, bun-like cheeks beneath it perfectly.
I doubted there existed any being who wouldn’t find this figure adorable.
Because those who found it cute would probably eliminate anyone who didn’t.
I felt quietly reassured. With such innocent-seeming features, surely they wouldn’t propose something sinister under the guise of play.
Of course, since they were a god, appearances aside they’d lived at least a thousand years or more.
If they were truly a child, they wouldn’t wave at an adult like me as they would at a friend—they’d speak carefully, saying “Hello,” and bow with proper etiquette.
Real children knew well that they ought to show respect to adults.
I still remembered the shame of accidentally using informal speech with an adult when I was that age.
And it wasn’t just once or twice either.
Looking back now, it wasn’t something to laugh off as a fond memory—I was still embarrassed by it.
“Wow. This is my first time seeing you up close.”
Tong Dal-ja examined me from different angles, as though I were a curious object. It was hardly the behavior one showed toward an intelligent, communicative being.
But I am the Listener. I’d decided not to concern myself with what others did and simply say what I needed to say.
“What would you like me to do?”
They smiled as if they’d been waiting for that very question. Then they gestured around, sweeping their gaze across the space.
“You see this place? I made a game a while back, and I’d love for you to test it out for me!”
Tong Dal-ja clapped their hands together.
Clap.
A system window appeared simultaneously.
[Transaction Contract]
[Contracting Party: Tong Dal-ja of Clustered Delight]
[The Listener of Wishes That Draw Diagonal Lines shall assist Tong Dal-ja of Clustered Delight in testing the created game titled “What Should We Call It.” In compensation, Tong Dal-ja of Clustered Delight shall provide a Sponsorship Item to the Listener of Wishes That Draw Diagonal Lines.]
When I finished reading the contract, a transparent Quill Pen emerged from the window.
Why would a contract appear here?
Puzzled, I looked at Tong Dal-ja. The same window floated before them as well, except the contracting party was changed to the Listener.
They wore an unbothered expression as they held the Quill Pen to the window and wrote something.
I found it odd that a contract needed to be made, but there was nothing in it that would harm me.
In other novels I’d read, when high beings like dragons or gods broke contracts, they’d be erased from existence. I wasn’t sure how it worked here.
Unfamiliar as it was, this seemed to be the culture of gods in this place.
I accepted it and scanned the terms once more before asking.
“Could you specify which Sponsorship Item you’ll be providing?”
The compensation was listed only as “Sponsorship Item.” I’d seen garbage in the sponsorship shop before, and I worried they might give me something equally worthless without technically breaking the contract.
“Aw, come on.”
[In compensation, Tong Dal-ja of Clustered Delight shall provide a Sponsorship Item (Decent!) to the Listener of Wishes That Draw Diagonal Lines.]
The contract that appeared again had something added to it.
“What I wanted was the precise name and description of the item specified.”
“Ugh, where’s the fun if you know beforehand? Don’t you trust me?”
“Is there anything in our interaction that would give us reason to build trust?”
I asked genuinely, not sarcastically. By any measure, Tong Dal-ja and the Listener weren’t even acquainted.
“Aw, come on! Do I look like a god who’d joke about something like that?”
Honestly, yes. I answered with silence instead.
Tong Dal-ja began thinking seriously.
“Hmm…….”
Then they glanced at me once and muttered.
“Is it my fault for expecting a reaction from a god who seems to understand fun at all?”
Perhaps.
I chose silence again rather than answer.
“Ugh, boring. Look at this instead.”
A large window opened beside Tong Dal-ja. Inside it was drawn nothing other than a roulette wheel.
Judging by the text in each section that appeared to be item names…….
“I was going to give you an item that came up when you spin the roulette.”
Tong Dal-ja pouted with a dissatisfied expression. Looking at them, I felt utterly speechless.
You were planning to randomly assign the compensation for a contract?
“Making me say it out loud. You’re no fun.”
When I focused on the item names, detailed descriptions appeared. As Tong Dal-ja had said, none of them were bad.
I turned my attention to the bottom of the contract.
[ (Please draw anything using the Quill Pen.) ]
It occurred to me that normally one would sign with their name in situations like this, but I figured there must be a reason. I simply drew a line casually, as though signing a credit card slip.
[The contract has been established.]
“Excellent! I’ve secured a tester!”
Tong Dal-ja beamed and bounced on the spot.
“Come on, get in! Grab the handle!”
He pointed to the large Car. I climbed aboard as instructed.
Now he’d show me how to operate it, I supposed.
But contrary to my expectations, he climbed into a smaller car and gripped its handle.
As if about to start a race.
“Three!”
Wait—what? A countdown? Were we starting already? Just like that?
I should have asked him to stop, but holding a steering wheel for the first time in my life, my mind was too flooded with confusion to entertain such thoughts.
“Two!”
Should I press a pedal? But which one? Why are there so many?
“One!”
What’s this strange-looking pedal? Let me just try pressing it.
“Go!”
Whoooosh!
My car launched like a bullet.
It wasn’t hard to guess that the pedal was the culprit behind this insane speed, but shock had drained all strength from my legs.
My long hair whipped wildly in the tremendous velocity.
Somewhere in the chaos, I spotted a U-shaped track ahead.
What do I do? What do I do?
I yanked the steering wheel hard.
An Inertial Drift!
I’d deployed an advanced technique without even meaning to.
Speeding along like that, the finish line came into view remarkably fast—whether because it was a short test course or because I was going impossibly fast, I couldn’t tell.
So where’s the brake pedal?!
In my panic, I stepped on some random pedal, but the car wouldn’t stop.
Bang!
The crash came immediately.
The wall and the front of the car were crushed.
Somehow I emerged unscathed. I’d have expected a thin line of blood running down my face like some dramatic scene, but the impact was the only shock I felt.
Now what? I was supposed to have fun, and I’ve gone and destroyed property.
I had to figure out how to smooth this over.
But what could I do? The original owner of this borrowed body had an unusual personality. The best I could manage was shameless pushiness.
Tong Dal-ja arrived late. He climbed out of his car with a startled expression, approached me, and then—
bounced excitedly on the spot.
“Incredible! You pressed the Super Acceleration Pedal the whole time you were driving!”
Why would such a thing be installed on a car?!
I got out of the wreckage I’d been sitting in. I wanted to ask if he was really okay with such a catastrophic crash, but Tong Dal-ja had no eyes for the destroyed car or the shattered wall.
“The test was a success!”
By what measure is that a success? This is a complete disaster.
But since he was delighted anyway, I decided to leave it be.
“Now it’s my turn to give you a Sponsorship Item. I was originally going to give you whatever came up on a roulette wheel, but I got such an impressive video this time that I’m going to let you choose directly instead.”
With arms spread wide in delight, Tong Dal-ja conjured multiple screens around him. Videos played across their displays, all showing the same subject.
The screen that caught my eye showed footage apparently taken while racing alongside a car moving at an absolutely ridiculous speed.
Behind the car, long hair of dark blue-green flowed in the wind. It looked like the Milky Way embroidered across a night sky.
The owner of that Milky Way had an expressionless face. As if saying this kind of speed was nothing to me.
In other words, my internal screaming had left no trace on my external appearance.
“Even watching it again, it’s so cool. Magnificent.”
Much more of this “magnificent” talk and my heart will stop. If I ever make another deal with him, I absolutely must insist on a full explanation first.
“So, which item would you like?”
“Anything that raises attack power, defense, or health will do.”
“Ah. Nothing too fancy then. I’ll just give you one I’ve already made.”
Tong Dal-ja stared into empty space as if consulting the system window.
“Is there anything you want your contractor to do? Master One-Person Multi-Role Pretend Play? Fold paper cranes until they fill a large jar? Or maybe get hit with a mallet every time they say a specific word.”
“Is there something simpler?”
“Let me see, something simpler…”
It was taking so long to find something simple that I began to worry for whoever had received items from Tong Dal-ja’s inventory as his contractor.
“This should work!”
Finally settled on a Sponsorship Item, Tong Dal-ja asked for Sirius’s broadcast address.
Following Tong Dal-ja, who had brought up the broadcast screen on a system window visible only to him, I too pulled up the broadcast screen.

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