I'm a Young God, so Please Raise Me - Chapter 34

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Chapter 34
I was slow to recall the memory I had buried deep within myself.
It was a memory so distant that I had nearly forgotten it entirely.
‘I might have seen them before….’
To be precise, it didn’t mean we had actually met—rather, it suggested the possibility that they might know me.
‘But that doesn’t make sense.’
It was something from long ago, and I wasn’t the sort of person who would leave a lasting impression.
Someone like Cheon Gang Chairman would be surrounded by talented individuals of the highest caliber.
He occupied a position so far removed that he would have neither reason nor leisure to remember me.
“If you wish, Han Go-yo, I can arrange a meeting with Cheon Gang Chairman.”
“With the Chairman…?”
“Yes.”
Samra wore an expression that suggested he saw nothing unusual about this.
So he was the sort of being who could simply arrange a meeting whenever a major conglomerate chairman desired one.
Whether it was the power of Sidaecheong or the power of Samra himself, I couldn’t say—but it was certainly bewildering.
In any case, I needed Flawless Appearance. It would be an invaluable item if used in Samra’s Clicker.
I had lamented countless times while playing the original game that I didn’t possess Flawless Appearance.
I made my decision and spoke.
“I would like to meet him.”
“Understood.”
Samra gazed into empty space for a moment. It seemed as though he were contacting someone.
Light flickered across his holographic eyes.
Watching him, I suddenly became curious.
‘How does he go outside?’
He would probably conceal himself completely like Je Hyeon-o did, but even with goggles or something similar, his hair would be a problem.
To completely hide the holographic light from leaking out, it seemed he would need to wrap himself up in something like a cloth.
While I indulged in these pointless imaginings, Samra finished his communication.
“Two days from now at noon. A lunch meeting.”
“…Is it really acceptable to arrange an appointment with the Chairman in this manner?”
“Why wouldn’t it be?”
Samra seemed genuinely puzzled by my reaction.
“There is no one in South Korea more important than you right now, Han Go-yo.”
At his casual dismissal of Cheon Gang Chairman, I could only offer an awkward laugh.
Likely, Samra was the only one who thought that way.
After confirming the appointment with the Chairman, Samra regarded me quietly.
“How is your body?”
“I’m fine.”
Samra, who possessed all my physical data, understood my condition more accurately than I did.
As expected, the real question came next.
“I would like to know why you cleared it so recklessly.”
Since there was no reason to lie to this person, I answered honestly.
“I wanted to become the greatest contributor. I wanted to prove my necessity to Sidaecheong.”
“Was my testimony insufficient?”
“No, not at all. Thanks to Samra, I even became a trainee…. It was just my own greed to be more certain.”
Samra stared at me as I hurriedly made excuses, without blinking once.
His inhuman gaze carried silent reproach.
From the moment we entered DeZomDeal, Samra had told me to prioritize myself above all else.
“Han Go-yo, you are a unique and irreplaceable existence at this point in time.”
Recalling his words, I spoke with the most reflective expression I could muster.
“I will be more careful going forward.”
Samra still didn’t take his eyes off me, but fortunately, he moved on to a different topic.
“There is something I need to confirm regarding the items you acquired.”
I waited for his words with a posture full of willingness to cooperate.
“Items are not being extracted from Han Go-yo. Is this a unique ability?”
“…What?”
But it was a question I couldn’t understand at all.
Item extraction?
As I stood there with wide eyes at this unfamiliar information, Samra immediately deduced that I didn’t know and provided an explanation.
“The Trial Response Agency extracts items acquired by eligible members when they clear a trial.”
This was information I’d never heard before.
‘Extraction….’
I wondered how it was done.
Though the word felt unsettling, as a soldier, I could understand if item ownership transferred to the state.
‘Still, I wonder if I’d be rewarded for obtaining good items.’
It seemed likely that Je Hyeon-o and the captains would receive compensation for risking their lives in trials.
Having shaken off my resistance to extraction, I naturally grew curious.
It was strange that I didn’t know about this.
While playing the Archive’s game, I had obtained all sorts of miscellaneous information.
I had learned many things that could be considered classified, yet I hadn’t known about this basic matter that even general office workers at Sidaecheong would know—it didn’t make sense.
Even if I assumed the Creator had deliberately restricted information, the reason remained unclear.
‘Is the Creator hiding negative aspects from players? But why?’
It felt insufficient to attribute it to inducing continued gameplay.
“I had no knowledge of extraction whatsoever. Similarly, I have no idea why the items I acquired were not extracted.”
Samra’s pupils dilated and then contracted. It seemed he judged my statement to be truthful based on my physical responses.
“Extraction failed when clearing 【Happy Smile Factory】. I attempted re-extraction, but Director Ham Ji-wol wanted extraction suspended for body data collection, and I agreed.”
And after clearing 【Dead Zone Delivery】 this time, extraction also failed when attempted.
This was a fact I hadn’t known.
It likely happened while I was unconscious.
After finishing his explanation, Samra asked me.
“Will you show me the items you acquired?”
Perfect timing.
It seemed natural to ask Samra to play music for me while I had the chance.
I rummaged through my inventory and pulled out a small candy and a cassette tape wrapped haphazardly with wired headphones, then handed them over.
“Happy Smile Factory candy and a portable music device.”
But Samra’s expression turned peculiar as he accepted the items.
“This is….”
He looked at me with an expression of disbelief.
“A bound item.”
Items obtained as Trial clear rewards sometimes become bound to the appropriate user.
When bound, only that specific user can utilize the item, but such cases were extraordinarily rare—there were scarcely any documented instances worldwide.
Yet every item I’d obtained was bound exclusively to me.
Two in a row, no less.
Unlike my bewilderment, Samra’s eyes filled with intrigue.
“True Ending clears and binding shouldn’t be related…. What sort of item is it?”
“Ah, well.”
I felt a slight embarrassment as I read the item description to Samra.
“A music device containing candy that produces laughter and happiness when consumed, along with a cassette tape holding 666 exhilarating songs. Listening to the music is said to evoke a joyful mood.”
Before I could be criticized for bringing something useless, I hesitated mid-attempt to convince him of the candy and music device’s utility.
Samra’s eyes were gleaming brilliantly.
He was radiating such luminescence that the cramped Hospital Ward seemed to brighten.
“Samra, could you dim the light in your eyes a bit….”
I spoke while nearly squinting against the brightness.
Then Samra blinked for the first time since entering the Hospital Ward, and the light dimmed to its usual level.
“Items that influence emotions have never appeared before. There must be significance to this.”
After examining the items carefully for a moment, Samra returned them to me.
Since they were bound anyway, and I might end up using them within a Trial.
In exchange for receiving them back, I promised to provide Samra with information if I used the items.
“And regarding the Creator—I’ve identified a user who watched his broadcast and played his game.”
“…!”
I was startled by this unexpected revelation.
If my eyes had emitted light, they would certainly have gleamed as well.
“However, obtaining a statement from this person is proving difficult, so I’m exploring various approaches.”
Yet he could schedule a lunch appointment with Cheon Gang Chairman…?
I couldn’t fathom who this person could be for Samra to deem them so troublesome.
But it seemed he wouldn’t reveal their identity even if I asked.
‘If he could tell me, he would have already.’
I didn’t press the matter.
When Samra asked if there was anything else I needed, I said there wasn’t for now.
I made just one request—once I received my phone, could he prevent AI videos from mixing into my MTube algorithm?
I occasionally watched animal videos when bored, but lately there were far too many fakes.
After sending him away, I stood alone in the hospital ward, staring at the closed door.
‘Isn’t he going to ask about my eyes?’
Samra hadn’t asked about the golden irises that had transformed within the trial.
I couldn’t tell whether he simply wasn’t mentioning it, or if those who had entered with me hadn’t reported it.
As for me, there was no reason to stir up trouble, so I remained silent.
‘Let me rest for now.’
Recovery was the priority at the moment.

***
Ham Ji-wol visited the hospital ward several times before the day I arranged to have a meal with Cheon Gang Chairman.
Fortunately, each time Samra managed to drive her away using various ingenious methods.
The ward door would automatically lock, or suddenly an emergency broadcast from the director would blare out.
Thanks to that, I was able to focus entirely on recovery without losing a single hair.
On the appointed day, Samra came to the ward to pick me up.
After changing into the casual clothes I’d been issued beforehand, my eyes widened when I saw Samra.
Samra, dressed in a light-colored suit, had beige hair and eyes.
It was still noticeable, but compared to his original holographic colors, it was practically the appearance of a model student.
“How did you change it?”
Seeing my startled reaction, Samra smiled slightly.
“I used an item.”
“Wow….”
I desperately wanted to ask which trial he’d obtained such an item from, but I held back.
“Je Hyeon-o has a similar item as well.”
My curiosity only deepened, but I couldn’t ask for more details.
There was someone from Sidaecheong accompanying Samra. It might be classified, so I kept quiet.
The place we arrived at in a black sedan was incredibly intimidating.
“Are we… having a meal at Cheon Gang Chairman’s residence…?”
“Yes, we are.”
With Samra beside me, seemingly unbothered, I gazed up at the Hannam-dong mansion before my eyes.
I had vaguely imagined we’d be eating in a private room at a traditional Korean restaurant, like something from a drama.
But I never expected a situation far more daunting than that.
I was standing blankly in front of the gate when it happened.
A large van, the kind a celebrity might ride in, pulled up smoothly.
As the car door opened, an irritable voice immediately grated on my ears.
“Grandmother, what charity project are you trying to start now?”
A woman in formal attire stepped out, followed by another woman with a striking appearance who descended with an annoyed expression.
It was Kang Byeok-rin, the fourth-generation chaebol heiress and granddaughter of Cheon Gang Chairman.
She was well-known to the general public and enjoyed tremendous popularity on social media for her stunning looks.
Though I’d heard her personality wasn’t particularly gentle.
“I told you I don’t do well with ordinary people!”
…It really did seem that way.
“Bring in shabby kids and the work turns out shabby too. I’m already in a foul mood, and now Grandmother’s driving me insane….”
Kang Byeok-rin’s words suddenly cut off. She had spotted me and Samra standing in front of the gate.
I tried to greet Kang Byeok-rin first, but I couldn’t manage it.
For some reason, Kang Byeok-rin stared at me with a deeply shocked expression.
I would have been less surprised even if I’d encountered Je Hyeon-o in the middle of the night.
Kang Byeok-rin, who had been gaping at me as if her soul had left her body, suddenly jolted and cried out.
“…Wait, wait just a moment! My clothes! I need to change. I’ll be right back. No, please come inside. Manager Woo, please show our guest in!”
Then she rushed headlong into the house.
Left standing there, I stared blankly before turning to look at Samra.
My eyes conveyed the message that this had gone wrong, but Samra merely offered a meaningful smile and added an unconvincing reassurance.
“Things are proceeding well.”

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Kang Byeok-rin bounded up the stairs frantically.
She normally used the Elevator to reach her space on the 3rd Floor, but now her mind was too scattered for that—she sprinted up all three flights in one breath.
She stood before the door to the innermost room, the one that even Manager Woo and the cleaning staff were forbidden from entering casually, catching her breath in ragged gasps.
Kang Byeok-rin grasped the doorknob with trembling hands.
The door opened slowly, revealing the room within.
The room was lined with posters, photographs, photo cards, figurines, and all manner of official and unofficial merchandise.
All of it pertained to a single person, and though the quantity was enough to fill the spacious room, the variety was limited.
Kang Byeok-rin staggered toward the display cases, where dozens of identical items were arranged in repetition, and let out a moan.
“I’m insane….”
And with her face flushed crimson, she murmured.
“Why is Go-yo at our house…?”
She was a fan of professional gamer Han Go-yo.

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