I'm a Young God, so Please Raise Me - Chapter 37

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Chapter 37
Since I had always selected and used the items I needed, the roulette spin had never truly been a variable factor for me.
Gwak Han-muk had grown despondent recalling his unfortunate past, and Mo Hae-in appeared little different.
Judging by her expression of utter disgust, it seemed she too had been forced into a maid’s uniform.
Samra continued his briefing with serene composure, ignoring the dismayed captains.
“Much like the previous 【Dead Zone Delivery】, 【Clean! Clean! Clean!】 also lacks a vaccine and cure for the BT-CCC virus.”
Likely, all future Trials that the Special Task Force would enter would continue to lack vaccines and cures.
It would be wasteful to deploy expensive members like the Special Task Force into relatively safe Trials.
“Additionally, since Lieutenant Colonel Je Hyeon-o is expected to arrive first at the incubation site of 【Clean! Clean! Clean!】, this deployment will proceed via teleportation.”
I couldn’t hide my interest at the mention of teleportation.
‘So I’m finally going to experience teleportation myself?’
The teleportation device was something Samra had created by processing Trial items.
It only allowed one-way travel from Sidaecheong to the Trial’s incubation site, and it could only be used if a compatible individual from Sidaecheong was present at the destination.
The multiple conditions existed for safety reasons.
Samra could create a superior device with his abilities, but in that case, he currently couldn’t guarantee the survival of the compatible individual using it.
Since humans couldn’t be used as test subjects, it seemed the testing had been conducted using androids as the standard.
In any case, there was no device more overwhelmingly convenient for long-distance travel.
‘Captain Gwak arrived via teleportation when I first met him.’
I imagined the teleportation as I recalled Gwak Han-muk appearing at the Abandoned Factory site.
After that, we discussed the NPCs and creatures of Clean! Clean! Clean!, as well as the endings we had previously cleared, before concluding the Special Task Force meeting.
Gwak Han-muk and Mo Hae-in hurriedly left to finish their existing team duties in preparation for tomorrow morning’s entry, and it was just as I, with nothing else to do, was leisurely rising from my seat.
“Han Go-yo.”
Samra held out a small box to me.
Inside the box lay a small badge that shimmered with a holographic sheen.
“It’s a newly developed item.”
“What’s it for?”
“Since it’s still in the testing phase, I’d appreciate it if you could wear it during this entry into 【Clean! Clean! Clean!】.”
Once I entered the Trial, the item would activate, and I was to check its function from within.
Since it was currently in an inactive state, I couldn’t even read the item description.
Being about the size of a button, it shouldn’t be very noticeable even if worn in Clean! Clean! Clean!….
I closed the box’s lid and spoke.
“For a cooperative relationship, you certainly keep a lot of secrets.”
“The compatible individual who played the Creator’s game is the Pasung Representative.”
At Samra’s matter-of-fact revelation, I froze with the box still in hand.
“The reason I prevented contact with the Pasung Representative is also connected to this. I’m simply trying to make the best choice. I won’t betray you, Han Go-yo.”
Samra spoke while meeting my gaze directly.
“Please trust me.”
Could an android even lie?
At least during my time playing the Archive, I had never seen Samra lie.
‘He may have hidden the truth, but he didn’t lie.’
Of course, reality might prove different, but I decided to place my trust in Samra.
“Understood. However, I would appreciate it if you could share whatever you learn after clearing Trial 3.”
“Yes, Han Go-yo.”
Samra offered a faint smile.
“I look forward to working with you on the second mission as well.”

***
Trial 3’s manifestation point was the Haewol Pavilion at Dalmaji Hill, Busan.
What had once been a famous tourist attraction overlooking the sea was now surrounded by tall barriers.
A seam tore through the air, and three figures tumbled to the ground.
“Hup.”
Gwak Han-muk landed lightly, followed by Mo Hae-in touching down gracefully.
I stumbled for a moment myself, but managed to land safely without falling.
‘Teleportation is insane.’
To arrive in Busan from Seoul in the blink of an eye.
This was truly cutting-edge science.
As I lingered in wonder at my first teleportation experience, the figure who had arrived earlier and been waiting greeted us with a soft clicking sound.
Je Hyeon-o sat atop the pavilion’s peak, which had been partially destroyed by a meteorite.
Perched like a crow on a telephone pole, he gazed upward at the sky visible beyond the barriers.
‘According to what Samra told me, he cleared a Trial early this morning and came out.’
The salty sea breeze seemed to carry a faint scent of blood, though I couldn’t be certain.
On the surface, he appeared completely unharmed.
Still, something about his demeanor seemed off.
Normally, he would have displayed emoticons on his goggles and made his metal hand clatter away.
I worried whether he would remain composed during Trial 3.
As I studied him to gauge his mental state, he turned his head and looked toward us.
There was no point in a staring contest with someone who never looked away first.
I offered a respectful bow.
“Colonel Je. We’ve arrived.”
Je Hyeon-o simply nodded in acknowledgment.
Then he pointed with his metal hand at something beneath him.
Beneath Je Hyeon-o, embedded in the ground among the ruins of the pavilion, lay Trial 3’s meteorite, radiating light.
The egg-sized meteorite gleamed with an enigmatic blue luminescence, its bright and dark hues intermingling like the night sky on a moonlit evening.
Its surface was smooth without a single scratch or crack, giving it the appearance of an exceptionally precious mineral.
“Ugh, Trial 3….”
Gwak Han-muk let out a strange sound of lamentation, smacked his lips, and walked toward the meteorite.
“Initiating entry now.”
Je Hyeon-o nodded, and Mo Hae-in pressed her earpiece, delivering a brief report.
“Special Task Force entering.”
She then placed her hand on the meteorite.

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When I regained consciousness, everything before my eyes was blurred.
I wanted to turn my head, but my body wouldn’t move.
The opening event scene had forcibly locked my viewpoint in place.
Inside the Spaceship—which looked like it belonged in a scrap yard—various alien lifeforms in grimy clothing sat scattered about.
Among them, a creature that was a hybrid of human and cephalopod walked through.
Dressed in a Contractor Company uniform with an eye patch over one eye, it slammed its octopus-like legs against the floor and bellowed.
“We’re almost there! Wake up, you bastards!”
I, leaning against the wall, turned my head. My view shifted toward the window.
Outside the window, nothing but gray storm clouds filled the sky. A low, ominous synthesizer hum gradually layered itself across my ears.
The music, building steadily, suddenly cut off.
After a brief silence, the clouds parted.
As the drum beat dropped, a massive Grand Mansion came into view.
Had this been a game, this would have been the moment the title “Clear! Clear! Clear!” flashed across the screen.
Sharp synth sounds blended in, followed by a fast yet menacing beat.
Beneath the dark night sky, the Renaissance-style Grand Mansion had a peculiar structure, as if floating on water.
A soft orange glow leaked through the mansion’s windows, casting its reflection across the water’s surface.
Elegant yet authoritative, the mansion evoked an overwhelming sense of awe and an almost forceful sense of wonder in those who beheld it.
As the Spaceship drew closer to the mansion, the music continued.
The refined beat made it sound cheerful at first glance, but the underlying synth tones created dissonance, producing a precarious tension as if everything might spiral out of control at any moment.
It was the perfect main OST for the dungeon’s atmosphere.
As the music neared its end, the Spaceship landed.
The moment the doors opened, the Contractor Company employees shouted.
“Line up! Get moving, on the double!”
The alien lifeforms stirred and rose, forming two neat lines.
I too hurried to my feet and joined the line, following the shouting employees out of the Spaceship.
Before the mansion’s main entrance stood two towering lifeforms, each standing roughly two meters and fifty centimeters tall.
They possessed the bodies of human men, dressed in neat butler uniforms, and wore the heads of beasts crafted from black metal.
They were the main NPCs managing the mansion—the Rabbit Butler and the Cat Butler.
Their faces had no eyes.
The butlers, their heads possessing endlessly smooth surfaces, opened their mouths to speak.
“The cleaners have arrived!”
“You’re late.”
Between the Cat Butler’s gaping jaws, sharp shark-like teeth were visible.
Even the Rabbit Butler, which should have been herbivorous, possessed sharp teeth, making its already grotesque appearance feel all the more alien.
The Cat Butler pointed at the cleaner standing at the very front.
“You!”
“Y-yes…?”
The awkwardly-featured cleaner scratched at its head, which was made of ore.
With a soft cascade of stone dust, the Cat Butler made no effort to conceal his disgust as he asked.
“What do I look like to you?”
The ore-headed janitor answered in a vacant voice.
“A cat?”
That was the last thing he would ever say.
Piew!
A thin sound rang out, and a hole charred black appeared in the middle of the janitor’s forehead.
The ore-headed janitor fell backward, bleeding a thick, tar-like substance.
The red light that had filled his eyes faded to black.
One had died in an instant, yet the Contractor Company employee laughed without alarm, giggling softly.
Only the janitors were startled, stumbling backward in fear.
The Cat Butler, who had been looking down at the dead janitor like filth, turned his head.
“You there!”
The one pointed at was Mo Hae-in.
“Answer me. What do I look like to you?”
Mo Hae-in, dressed in a worn and faded jump suit, answered without changing his expression.
“A distinguished butler of the Grand Mansion, sir.”
The Cat Butler bared his pointed teeth and grinned widely.
“Not bad at all.”
Yet contrary to the curt evaluation, his raised mouth corners revealed unmistakable satisfaction.
“Now that I think about it, you’re one of the janitors who came before. Yes, occasionally some useful ones did come.”
The butlers, main NPCs of Samra, remembered the gameplay the player had conducted previously.
Once all endings were cleared and the player reconnected, the Rabbit Butler and Cat Butler would welcome the player and even show a hidden ending.
“Gun-bam has arrived.”
“Oh! So it’s Gun-bam. Have you decided to work as a butler of the Mansion? We would welcome Gun-bam anytime.”
Once the butlers showed the player a hidden ending where they prepared a banquet in the Mansion, no further gameplay was possible.
Even if one tried to play anew, only a notification would appear and the game would automatically shut down.
Cannot apply as a janitor.
In many ways, it was a peculiar game.
“Listen well, you foolish creatures! Foolish actions in this place mean death. Always remember this and act accordingly.”
The Cat Butler declared in a booming voice that resonated through the air.
At the sound that shook their eardrums, the janitors trembled and cowered.
Watching them with contempt, the Contractor Company employee closed the Spaceship’s door and took off again.
Several janitors rushed to board the Spaceship but were struck by a beam and killed.
The Contractor Company would not return until the seven-day employment period for janitors was complete.
Only by working hard to clean and survive until then could one safely leave the Mansion.
The janitors, sensing death, wailed, and several more died for being too loud.
And I, having finally regained freedom of my body after the event scene ended, quickly retrieved an item in the commotion.
It was a small bronze hand mirror.
Refined Appearance: Even when alone in a room, maintain one’s dignity and composure as if receiving an honored guest.
My face reflected off the polished bronze surface.
Appearance Perfection was an item usable only once per Trial.
It transformed the person reflected in the mirror into a beautiful form with maximum potential unlocked, though the standard of beauty was determined by the Trial itself.
Since it would manifest as the appearance most preferred by the NPCs of the Trial I had entered, it could differ somewhat from conventional beauty.
After using Appearance Perfection, belated anxiety crept in.
‘Please don’t let me turn into an octopus head.’
Cat heads or rabbit heads would be tolerable, but I despised anything in the octopus category.
I had no choice but to trust the tastes of the Grand Mansion’s butlers.
I gazed at the mirror with tense anticipation.
Ripples spread across the surface like water droplets falling, blurring the reflection.
The undulations gradually subsided.
And the image that appeared once more was.
“…?”
Identical.
Just my own face.

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