I'm a Young God, so Please Raise Me - Chapter 36

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Chapter 36
Samra didn’t answer.
But even if he had denied it, it would have been meaningless.
The fact that Kang Cheon-seo had spoken those words aloud in front of Samra meant it was certain.
This time, I couldn’t maintain my composure.
‘The Representative of Pasung? After me?’
Pasung was the most renowned private military company among those established by the Adapted.
They had earned worldwide renown, boasting a mission success rate of ninety percent.
It was all thanks to Pasung’s representative.
When Pasung’s mercenaries failed to clear a Trial, the company would ask the client whether they wished to attempt re-entry.
In such cases, the client had to pay an additional fee, and if they accepted re-entry, Pasung’s representative would personally enter the Trial.
The representative had never once failed to clear.
However, unlike Je Hyeon-o, Pasung’s representative was a pure human untainted by the BT virus.
Despite this, his remarkable success rate left no room for doubt about his exceptional abilities.
Pasung’s representative kept everything about his personal information classified.
All that was publicly known was the title ‘Representative Cha’—whether even that was his real name remained uncertain.
He also concealed his face behind a white mask, which combined with voice modulation and an item that induced cognitive impairment in observers, made identification nearly impossible.
Even mercenaries under Pasung’s employ couldn’t recognize the representative’s face unless they were among his closest inner circle.
‘Among the few who know his face, Cheon Gang Chairman is one of them.’
This meant that only someone of Cheon Gang Chairman’s stature would warrant the representative revealing his true appearance.
Within the Archive, Pasung’s representative was a divisive figure.
His ice-cold demeanor was so severe that people suspected him of being a psychopath or sociopath.
He treated everyone except for a select few individuals he trusted as mere tools.
He based his actions not on morality but on utility, and his arrogant behavior often sparked unnecessary conflicts with others.
Yet he remained an indispensable force in confronting the Trials that erupted worldwide.
Those who found him appealing and those who found him repulsive could never understand one another, only condemn.
I understood both perspectives, but ultimately, I sided with Pasung’s representative.
It was a biased judgment born of my bias toward my favorite.
But the fact that he was tracking me was unsettling.
Receiving the attention of my favorite was somewhat exhilarating, yet deeply unnerving.
I knew all too well how terrifying he could be.
‘In that sense, is he similar to Je Hyeon-o?’
On the other hand, I was puzzled.
Considering the relationship between Sidaecheong and Pasung, there was no reason for him to track me.
In South Korea, all Trials and items were fundamentally state property.
However, Sidaecheong alone couldn’t handle all the Trials that emerged in Korea.
Thus, Sidaecheong had established cooperative relationships with private enterprises, and Pasung was a primary partner.
In exchange for handling Sidaecheong’s commissions, Pasung retained ownership of certain Trials and their associated items.
Additionally, they received supplies of the BT virus vaccine and treatment.
Pasung and Sidaecheong prioritized exchanging or trading necessary information and items with one another.
Pasung had no reason to antagonize Sidaecheong—they needed each other.
Yet here they were, tracking me, the very person Sidaecheong was most closely monitoring.
They had to know this would destabilize a relationship they’d carefully maintained.
“Han Go-yo, isn’t that strange? Why would they hide something like that? I don’t understand,” Kang Cheon-seo asked, her gaze fixed on me with subtle intent.
Kang Cheon-seo was probing me with deliberate casualness.
“It seems like Sidaecheong is treating you poorly. Should I handle it for you?”
“Chairwoman Kang Cheon-seo, any further remarks would constitute a violation of the Trial Response Agency’s protocols.”
“Oh, how terrifying,” she said lightly.
A thin smirk played across her lips.
In her expression, I could hear the voice of an organization without roots, one that merely grandstanded—the same voice echoing from Samra.
Yet she could not voice her discontent any further.
No matter that Cheon Gang had existed for only four years, Sidaecheong remained one of the few instruments capable of preventing the Trial in the current situation.
She surrendered cleanly to Samra.
“Fine. I’ll stop here.”
Kang Cheon-seo, her voice bright and cheerful, turned back to me.
“Han Go-yo, are you eating properly?”
She extended a card toward me—a black card, something I’d only heard rumors about.
“Use this to buy yourself something delicious. Think of it as pocket money from an adult, and accept it, won’t you?”
“Chairwoman Kang Cheon-seo.”
“Sidaecheong doesn’t even accept gratitude, so just let this slide. Han Go-yo, because of Samra, I can’t even give you pocket money.”
Kang Cheon-seo, lamenting the loss of her dignity, appeared thoroughly playful.
But my chest had turned cold.
It was easy to guess that her black card was a trap.
If I accepted and used it, my location and movements would be laid bare for her to exploit.
‘Is the chairwoman trying to push me toward Pasung?’
I was curious about her true purpose.
If this was bait to destabilize the relationship between Pasung and Sidaecheong, the situation would make some sense—but I couldn’t see how Cheon Gang would benefit from it.
The more I considered how much Kang Cheon-seo valued Cheon Gang, the more puzzling it became.
In the past, she had borne the name Kang Seo-young.
She had trampled countless others on her ascent to the chairmanship, and on the day she finally reached the pinnacle of Cheon Gang.
Kang Seo-young had changed her name to Kang Cheon-seo.
It was a name change declaring that she herself was Cheon Gang.
If such a person had begun this dangerous tightrope walk that might influence Cheon Gang, there had to be a reason.
“Instead of pocket money, I’ll bring you something neat and tidy. I have to retrieve it myself, so wait a moment, will you?”
“Thank you, Chairwoman.”
I stopped my thoughts and answered with a quick smile.
Obtaining something neat and tidy from Cheon Gang was the priority.
Since Pasung’s purpose in seeking me out remained unclear, I had no desire to show interest in that direction and lose Sidaecheong’s trust.
And while I did like Representative Cha, to be honest, even with my rose-tinted glasses on, his personality left much to be desired.
By comparison, Samra could be called a gentleman.
‘And besides, I need Samra more than anything.’
For now, remaining at Sidaecheong was my best option.

***
Kang Cheon-seo escorted Samra and Han Go-yo to the front door.
Her face, which had gazed at Han Go-yo with warm affection as he bowed respectfully, turned cold the moment the door shut behind them.
She stared at the closed door for a moment, then turned and walked down the long corridor.
When her phone rang, she answered immediately.
“Well, well, who could this be?”
As if her previous coldness had been a lie, she adopted a playful tone the instant she picked up.
“Representative Cha! What brings you to call an old woman like me?”
But the caller’s response remained icy.
– Chairwoman Kang. I’m disappointed.
The words came without preamble or explanation. Kang Cheon-seo laughed softly and asked.
“Did you have me watched? How frightening. Your information network is remarkably swift.”
– You’ve transferred an item that Pasung procured for us to Sidaecheong. I’m disappointed you haven’t returned it to Pasung.
“Well, I had no choice. And I didn’t give it—I merely borrowed it.”
– I’d like to hear your reasoning.
“It’s difficult to explain over the phone. Shall we meet in person? I’d like to see Representative Cha’s face after all this time.”
– ….
Irritation seeped through the silence. Kang Cheon-seo exhaled silently.
‘That young brat really has no manners.’
Yet she felt no anger. The situation was unfolding in a truly fascinating manner.
“Once you hear what I have to say, you’ll be satisfied. I guarantee the quality. Our Representative Cha is a busy person, so I’ll arrange the time to suit you. Whenever you’re available, I welcome it.”
– It’s difficult for me to visit in person. I’m currently….
“I’ve met Han Go-yo.”
Kang Cheon-seo spoke with a brilliant smile the caller couldn’t see.
“So let’s meet and discuss this?”
Then she hung up. Her headstrong granddaughter came rushing over.
Kang Byeok-rin, who had been confined to the 3rd Floor until now and had only just received permission to come downstairs, wore an expression as if the heavens had collapsed.
“He’s… gone?”
Kang Cheon-seo shrugged.
“He left long ago.”
“Grandmother!”
Knowing full well that Kang Byeok-rin was a fan of Go-yo’s, she cried out in sorrowful protest at how her grandmother could do such a thing.
Of course she knew. Cheon Gang’s sponsorship of the gaming team had been entirely for Kang Byeok-rin’s sake.
“That’s precisely why I prevented you from meeting him, Rin.”
“What?”
“How could the heir to Cheon Gang conduct herself so clumsily? I brought Han Go-yo here specifically for you to meet, and you nearly fell apart the moment you saw him.”
“…I apologize.”
“Now that you understand your mistake, remember this always: you are Cheon Gang. Don’t do anything that makes us look foolish, Byeok-rin.”
“Yes, I will keep it in mind.”
Kang Cheon-seo concluded the brief reprimand and shook her head with a sigh.
“Honestly, you… Han Go-yo is only twenty-four, yet he’s quite the mature one.”
“Right? Go-yo is so thoughtful and grown-up.”
“Oh my.”
Watching her granddaughter beam with delight at the comparison, Kang Cheon-seo’s eyes grew weary.
Yet she couldn’t help but smile.
Her granddaughter had never disappointed her thus far.
To such a granddaughter, she had permitted a small indulgence—and that indulgence was Han Go-yo.
When Kang Byeok-rin had been enthusiastic about him before, she had only received reports through her secretaries.
This was the first time meeting him in person, and she could certainly understand why her granddaughter had been captivated.
He possessed a bold and audacious temperament without lacking courtesy, and his mind seemed quite sharp.
With his refined appearance as well, had circumstances allowed, she would have kept him at her side and made use of his talents.
‘But Pasung makes that difficult.’
Even Samra himself would not have foreseen such tangled relationships.
While watching her granddaughter chatter away excitedly and smiling, she was calculating how to extract the greatest advantage between Sidaecheong and Pasung.
Crash!
A sound that should never have echoed through the Cheon Gang Chairman’s mansion rang out.
At the tremendous sound of collapse, Kang Cheon-seo’s eyes widened.
The figure who had sent the front door flying clean off its hinges strode in with heavy footsteps.
This time, Kang Cheon-seo could not smile.
“Representative Cha….”
From the man wearing a matte white mask came a voice distorted into mechanical tones.
“I’ve come to have a word with you, Chairman Kang.”

***
After returning to Sidaecheong with the Yongmo Danjeong, I headed to the Special Task Force Office in the afternoon.
It was to attend the briefing for the next mission.
Je Hyeon-o would not be attending the meeting and was scheduled to join directly at the next mission location.
Gwak Han-muk and Mo Hae-in, whom I hadn’t seen in days, were sitting in the office when they abruptly stood up so forcefully their chairs nearly toppled backward.
“Trainee!”
Mo Hae-in rushed over first and examined me. After confirming I was unharmed, she bit her lower lip, then released it.
“You couldn’t even find your way to the hospital ward.”
“I’m fine, ma’am.”
I meant it as reassurance that she didn’t need to worry, but Mo Hae-in shot back immediately.
“Right, you’re fine. You’re so fine that you crawled back out on another mission. Not lying in the hospital ward.”
I apologized profusely with repeated bows, and Gwak Han-muk chimed in from beside me.
“I thought you’d turned into something completely different.”
He, who had created a new series of comparisons, folded his arms and looked down at me as he spoke.
“Next time, let’s coordinate before you pull crazy stunts, yeah? You got it, Go-yo?”
“Yes, sir.”
I answered crisply to his warning tone, and Mo Hae-in let out a heavy sigh beside me.
It was Samra who rescued me from being thoroughly roasted by the captains.
“We will now begin the Special Task Team meeting.”
Thanks to Samra, I was finally able to take my seat and begin the meeting.
Samra started the briefing.
“The Trial that the Special Task Team will enter for the second time is 【Clean! Clean! Clean!】. The Trial is rated four stars. Major Je Hyeon-o will be entering for the first time, while Captain Mo Hae-in and Captain Gwak Han-muk have extensive experience clearing this particular Trial.”
Three Clean was a game where you were hired as a temporary cleaner at a massive mansion and had to clean for a week.
You had to clean the mansion to a level that satisfied the mansion’s butlers, but despite the straightforward clearing method, the gameplay was surprisingly difficult.
It wasn’t just simple mansion cleaning—you also had to eliminate monsters called ‘creatures’ that were hidden throughout.
And there was one decisive element that made it even harder for players.
It was the roulette spin.
Everything was determined by spinning a roulette—the player’s outfit, the tools used for cleaning, and the weapons for defeating monsters.
If you failed at this roulette spin, Three Clean was the kind of game where you could start with nothing but a lollipop in hand, completely naked.
But there was an even more infuriating aspect: the mansion’s two butler NPCs were picky about whether the cleaners suited the mansion.
If you were dirty and lacked cleanliness, or if you wore clothes that didn’t match the mansion’s atmosphere, you were immediately kicked out.
What if you spun the roulette and got an old, worn cleaner’s outfit?
Then you couldn’t even set foot inside the mansion.
“Three Clean? Three Clean? You mean Three Clean?”
The moment Gwak Han-muk and Mo Hae-in heard that the second mission was Three Clean at the briefing, their faces darkened.
Gwak Han-muk, who kept muttering “Three Clean, really?” over and over, looked at me with hollow eyes.
“I had to clean in a maid outfit before….”
He shared his experience of failing the roulette spectacularly, but I couldn’t empathize.
I had never failed to get what I wanted.

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