I'm a Young God, so Please Raise Me - Chapter 11

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Chapter 11
Countless red dots marked my white restraint suit. The moment the order to fire was given, I would become a honeycomb.
This was precisely when I needed Samra’s cooperation.
I rolled only my eyes to look at Samra.
Unlike the standard Sidaecheong uniform, Samra wore a white one.
The uniform that distinguished him as a special entity stood out even more starkly against the sea of dark-colored uniforms surrounding us.
Samra placed a hand on my shoulder, patting it gently a couple of times as if to demonstrate that I was safe even with his touch.
“Han Go-yo is human.”
A distinct murmur rippled through the crowd at Samra’s declaration.
Then the wall of uniformed officers parted down the middle, and a gray-haired man walked through the gap.
The moment I saw the uniform laden with decorations, I immediately recognized who he was.
Director of the Trial Response Agency, Jang Seok-yun.
Despite being past sixty, he possessed a sturdy, well-built frame.
Power emanated from the gaze beneath his thick brows.
I quickly offered a greeting to the highest authority in this place.
“It’s an honor to meet you, Director. I’m Han Go-yo.”
I wanted to bow deeply at a ninety-degree angle, but any careless movement threatened to tear my body apart, so I managed only a respectful nod.
Jang Seok-yun, receiving my greeting, offered a meaningful smile.
“We’ve never met, yet you know my face. That’s supposed to be classified information.”
With that, he strode toward me.
“Director!”
Urgent protests came from those around us, but Jang Seok-yun paid them no mind.
“So you’re human, they say. And Samra vouches for you.”
He approached directly before me and extended a greeting.
“Pleased to meet you. I’m Jang Seok-yun.”
Then he examined me carefully.
“A handshake would be… well, that’s not possible.”
The restraint suit bound both my arms, making a handshake impossible.
I attempted an innocent smile to emphasize that I was a harmless human.
“I apologize for not greeting you properly. If it’s acceptable, would you consider lowering the sniper rifles?”
At Jang Seok-yun’s gesture, the red dots withdrew.
However, the pointers aimed at vital points—my head, my heart—remained fixed.
Though Samra had vouched for my humanity, the fact that I was suspicious remained unchanged.
Still, this much was better than nothing.
“Thank you.”
“Heh, I’d like to have them stand down completely, but I’m old and cautious by nature. I hope you understand, Go-yo.”
“Of course.”
I smiled while remaining acutely tense.
Jang Seok-yun appeared benevolent, but he was actually a deeply frightening man.
He believed in dedicating himself to the nation and the Sidaecheong, and that sacrifice was inevitable in the pursuit of justice.
One wrong move, and I could very well become that inevitable sacrifice.
“So Han Go-yo was a professional gamer. What do they call it these days?”
“…Yes.”
“Quite the remarkable fellow. How did you end up here?”
This was the moment to make my decisive move.
With everyone from Sidaecheong gathered here now, I needed to make them understand that I was someone who could be useful.
No, more than just useful.
Absolutely indispensable.
“Director.”
“Hmm?”
“Please save my life.”
Jang Seok-yun burst into hearty laughter at my completely unexpected plea.
“Ha ha ha!”
He asked in a voice brimming with amusement.
“And if I do save you?”
I made my declaration to the Trial Response Agency.
“I will clear three true endings within one month.”
If I could have moved my hands, I would have spread my fingers to show the number three.
Please, just save my life, Director.
I fixed my gaze on Jang Seok-yun, my eyes blazing with passion.
It was a calculated wager.
Either way, I was someone who had to enter the trials to preserve my limbs.
If Jang Seok-yun accepted me here, I could enter the trials with the Trial Response Agency’s support.
And if I knew Jang Seok-yun as I thought I did….
He absolutely could not refuse my proposal.
Jang Seok-yun had stopped laughing. He fixed me with eyes like a tiger’s.
“You’re saying this wasn’t just luck—that you meant what you said?”
“That is correct.”
“Samra.”
“Han Go-yo’s statement is factual. He possesses sufficient ability to accomplish what he has proposed.”
Samra gazed directly at Jang Seok-yun.
“Furthermore, Han Go-yo’s identity has been verified.”
The unblinking gaze was otherworldly.
The exterior was no different from human, yet the eyes made no attempt to hide what lay within—that it was mechanical.
“This is a judgment rendered by Samra, the Creator of the Trial Response Agency.”
After Samra finished speaking, a heavy silence descended upon the room.
No one had anticipated that Samra would advocate for me so actively and openly.
“Well, well.”
Jang Seok-yun finally opened his mouth after a long pause.
“At my age, there aren’t many things that surprise me. But you, Han Go-yo, have certainly stirred this old man’s heart.”
He raised one hand, and the red laser pointers that had been trained on me vanished completely.
I exhaled a long breath of relief internally.
I survived….
“Let’s have a quiet conversation somewhere. Follow me. Samra, you come along too.”
Jang Seok-yun turned and led the way forward.
But bound in the restraint suit as I was, I couldn’t follow.
With my legs completely bound as well, I had to be transported in something like a wheelchair.
Samra quietly called out to Jang Seok-yun.
“Director.”
“Ah. I wasn’t thinking clearly. My apologies.”
Jang Seok-yun, belatedly noticing my condition, granted me permission to change clothes.
I finally escaped the restraint suit!
When I received the comfortable athletic wear that Sidaecheong soldiers wore during training, I was nearly moved to tears.
‘I need to live righteously from now on.’
I never wanted to wear that restraint suit again.
After changing, I took a seat in the Director’s Office alongside Samra.
The Director’s Office I had visited in dot graphics had the exact same layout as the game.
Even the decorative orchid pot placed in the corner was positioned identically—it looked as though the Creator had simply copied and pasted it.
Just how much does the Creator know?
It didn’t seem possible for a human to accomplish such a thing.
“Han Go-yo.”
Jang Seok-yun, who had been gazing out the window with his hands clasped behind his back, turned to face me.
“Do you know the founding purpose of the Trial Response Agency?”
I knew, but I answered as if I didn’t.
“I don’t.”
“It’s a national institution established to respond to national catastrophes and threats posed by transcendent entities.”
Jang Seok-yun’s voice was measured.
“We classified you as a transcendent entity—in other words, a national catastrophe. Now that you’ve been confirmed as human, that judgment is suspended, but only suspended.”
Suspended meant it wasn’t completely withdrawn.
Still, no matter how firmly Samra had asserted it, I was suspicious enough that I understood their caution.
“In any case, it seems you are indeed special, Han Go-yo. I’ve never seen Samra take someone’s side like this before.”
He smiled playfully for a moment, then his expression turned serious.
“Can you truly clear the true ending?”
“If you believe in me, I will repay that faith.”
Jang Seok-yun studied me intently.
“You remind me of myself when I was younger.”
A compliment…I suppose?
After a moment’s hesitation, I answered with gratitude.
My response seemed to amuse him, and Jang Seok-yun let out a short laugh. He picked up a file folder from his desk.
“The number of trial hatching incidents keeps increasing, yet we have far too few suitable individuals to respond to them. Not to mention permanent closures.”
His voice carried a hint of helplessness.
It was the helplessness of sinking into a swamp—no matter how much I struggled, nothing resolved, and everything only grew worse.
“This is an age that needs a hero.”
Jang Seok-yun spoke as though making a light jest, but his words carried desperate sincerity.
“Regardless of what you are, Go-yo, if you can reduce even a single trial in this land of South Korea.”
Jang Seok-yun extended a file folder toward me.
“I will lend you my support.”
“I will do my utmost.”
I answered with formal respect and accepted the folder.
The deal was sealed.
Jang Seok-yun, in his capacity as Director of the Trial Response Agency, issued his command.
“Effective immediately, I hereby establish the Director’s Special Task Force centered on Han Go-yo. The duration is one month. The team composition shall include Han Go-yo and all team leaders from the Field Response Team, with Samra assigned as support.”
At Jang Seok-yun’s assignment order, Samra rendered a crisp salute.
I felt bewildered. I hadn’t expected to face the trials alone, but I never imagined a separate special task force would be formed for me.
Moreover, with all the Field Response Team leaders and Samra as support—it was an elite unit assembled from Sidaecheong’s finest operatives.
“And as for your status, Han Go-yo…”
I belatedly opened the file folder I had received.
“You are a trainee.”
Inside lay a Sidaecheong trainee contract bearing the Director’s official seal.
“During your time as a trainee, you will remain at Sidaecheong and receive our protection.”
Jang Seok-yun smiled with an air of magnanimity as he spoke.
“I look forward to working with you, Trainee Han.”
And so I became a Sidaecheong trainee for one month.

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I stood before the mirror, awkwardly fidgeting with my sleeve.
The uniform—deep blue with silver accents—had a sharp, sleek appearance.
Technically, full dress included a hat and gloves, but unless it was an official occasion, everyone wore just the uniform in their daily lives, so I followed suit.
I never imagined I’d be wearing a Sidaecheong uniform….
The reality of Trials existing, and me becoming a trainee at Sidaecheong—none of it felt real.
As a trainee for one month, I had fallen asleep the previous night in an isolation facility masquerading as my assigned dormitory quarters.
It was a modest one-room apartment with an attached bathroom—perfectly adequate for living alone.
I had dozed off from exhaustion, woken to find it was morning, eaten the meal served on a tray, and changed into the uniform from the wardrobe.
Now I was waiting for the person who would come to collect me.
Feeling somewhat dreamlike, I had been staring into the mirror for quite some time when a knock pulled my gaze away.
The moment the steel door opened and I saw who had arrived, I hastily bowed in greeting.
“Good morning.”
“Yes, Go-yo. I’m Gwak Han-muk.”
Gwak Han-muk, who had opened the door, bent at a ninety-degree angle to match my bow. Caught off guard by the reciprocal greeting, I floundered.
“Please, there’s no need for such formality. I’m younger, after all. Speak comfortably.”
“Got it? Call me hyung, Go-yo.”
But then he became burdensome in a different way.
“Should I give you a nickname to make us seem closer? Was it Albalm?”
It’s actually roasted chestnuts….
“Just calling me Go-yo would be fine.”
I gently requested this, embarrassed at the thought of being called such names in reality.
“You’re tall, so the uniform suits you well.”
“Thank you.”
“Hmm, seems more composed than expected, doesn’t he, Captain Mo?”
At that, Mo Hae-in emerged smoothly from behind Gwak Han-muk.
She had just arrived but had been hidden from view behind Gwak Han-muk’s large frame.
“Captain, good morning.”
I bowed respectfully as I had to Gwak Han-muk, and Mo Hae-in fell silent for a moment.
Our last encounter hadn’t ended well, so I felt somewhat nervous.
‘I basically showed her my head exploding.’
She regarded me with an enigmatic gaze, then gave a slight nod.
“I’m counting on you for the next month, trainee.”
My shoulders, which had tensed without my realizing it, finally relaxed.
I smiled slightly and replied that I was looking forward to it.
The two of them led me toward the Special Task Force Office.
It wasn’t far from my quarters.
Throughout the short walk, piercing gazes rained down on me from all directions.
I would have liked to tour the Sidaecheong building if given the chance, but it seemed I’d need to stay quietly confined to my room for a while.
The Special Task Force Office, hastily set up in just one day, was still somewhat disorganized.
Unpacked boxes were stacked about, and on the other side sat a large round table.
However, the break room was perfectly equipped with all necessary amenities.
A massage chair, a folding bed, a sofa, and even a gaming console.
There were expensive refreshments, a refrigerator, and an espresso machine as well.
Yet the things that should have been there were nowhere to be found.
Not a single conference room, projection screen, office computer, or desk in sight.
As I pondered the reason, I caught sight of an android emerging from the break room with a tray of refreshments and coffee, and understanding dawned on me.
Ah, Samra.
The arrangement reeked of audacity—a supercomputer would handle all administrative work, leaving field personnel to focus purely on fieldwork.
‘After all, individual tasks can be handled in each team leader’s office.’
It was a luxury only possible for a team that had Samra as a supporter.
I gazed at Samra with covetous eyes for a moment, and Samra set the tray down on the round table with a greeting.
“Welcome, Han Go-yo.”
There were four cups of coffee—including one for the android. The machine, crafted with future technology, remained unaffected by the liquid.
Gwak Han-muk and Mo Hae-in exchanged bewildered looks as Samra brought out the coffee and refreshments. Gwak Han-muk asked seriously.
“Samra… are you sick? No, wait—how should I put this? Have you been hacked?”
“I am functioning normally. And current Earth technology cannot hack me.”
Samra sipped an iced coffee like a human and projected a screen into empty air instead of using a beam projector.
“Beginning the Director’s Special Task Force briefing.”
Gwak Han-muk rustled about adding sugar to his coffee, but I ignored him and started the briefing.
“The first trial we will enter is 【Dead Zone Delivery】.”
The Special Task Force’s first mission was a zombie game.

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