I'm a Young God, so Please Raise Me - Chapter 39

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Chapter 39
When Gwak Han-muk and Mo Hae-in emerged from DeZomDeal, they remained unconscious for more than half a day.
Though they had cleared it with the true ending, the BT-DZD virus infection had taken its toll on their physical bodies.
Gwak Han-muk regained consciousness first, only to find Sidaecheong in complete chaos.
Han Go-yo had gone into shock from severe blood loss and fallen into a coma.
And now Ham Ji-wol and Samra were at each other’s throats over what to do with him.
Ham Ji-wol had rushed in with her researchers, insisting that Han Go-yo’s treatment must be halted before his heart stopped and cryogenic preservation initiated immediately.
Samra vehemently opposed her, and neither would yield—the standoff was deadlocked.
Director Jang Seok-yun also favored continuing treatment, but he couldn’t simply ignore the Research Analysis Headquarters’ fervent arguments.
Especially when Ham Ji-wol was this obsessed—there was no stopping her.
That’s when Gwak Han-muk regained consciousness and joined the fray.
Upon hearing the news of the uproar, Gwak Han-muk rushed over in disbelief.
“What the hell.”
Even if it was just a temporary team for a month, he had enough conscience not to hand over a teammate—especially a fresh twenty-four-year-old—to Ham Ji-wol’s hands.
And besides, what right did the Research Division have to meddle with Field Operations personnel?
He lost it.
“We closed down the Trial after rolling around like idiots in the field, and now you want to dump a kid who isn’t even dead yet into preservation fluid? This is insane.”
“Captain Gwak Han-muk.”
Samra placed a hand on Gwak Han-muk’s shoulder, but instead of pulling him back, he gently pushed him forward.
It was a signal to keep going.
“Did I say something wrong?”
Gwak Han-muk brushed aside Samra’s restraining hand and turned to face Jang Seok-yun.
“Director Jang, assign Director Ham to the Special Task Force right now. Let’s both take a spin in a Trial. We’ll get all that data Director Ham loves so much, yeah?”
“Captain Gwak. That’s enough.”
Jang Seok-yun pressed his temples with his fingers, as if his head was throbbing.
“Han Go-yo will continue receiving treatment.”
When Mo Hae-in woke up later, Gwak Han-muk told her everything that had happened, exactly as it was.
After hearing the account, Mo Hae-in quietly reached a conclusion.
“We shouldn’t mention the eye color change for now.”
They had already filed a report about the iris discoloration once after Haspack.
But DeZomDeal was different.
If Ham Ji-wol heard the DeZomDeal report, she would certainly lose her mind.
She was the type who wouldn’t bat an eye at vivisecting Han Go-yo.
They hadn’t coordinated with Je Hyeon-o, who had immediately entered the next Trial upon returning, but that wasn’t a concern.
He never filed reports on his own initiative.
Fundamentally, Je Hyeon-o didn’t submit reports on the Trials he entered.
At best, when Samra or Director Jang Seok-yun asked him directly, he’d give a brief answer.
“Captain Mo. Let’s report this to your colonel.”
At Gwak Han-muk’s grumbling suggestion, Mo Hae-in let out a soft laugh.
“Exactly. Director Ham overstepped. This needs to be settled between the directors.”
Director Jang Seok-yun had deferred to the Field Operations Division’s opinion, but it wasn’t enough.
Je Hyeon-o might not care about other things, but he did enjoy tormenting the Research Analysis Headquarters.
It was because the Research division had chased him relentlessly in the past, claiming they needed samples.
Je Hyeon-o was a madman who was usually unbearable, but when he was on our side, he was remarkably dependable.
They agreed to dispatch Je Hyeon-o and crush the Research division so thoroughly they’d never spout nonsense again.
Gwak Han-muk and Mo Hae-in, having decided to report the matter to Je Hyeon-o, focused on handling their respective team duties.
Han Go-yo wouldn’t be able to get up for a while, so they anticipated the next Trial entry would be postponed.
But something extraordinary happened.
After receiving treatment, Han Go-yo began recovering his body at an unbelievable pace, and he regained consciousness in just two days.
When word came that Han Go-yo’s consciousness had returned, they wanted to visit immediately, but visiting wasn’t permitted.
Through Samra, they only heard he was fine, and they didn’t see his face until the briefing.
As if his comatose state had been a lie, Han Go-yo greeted them looking perfectly lucid.
They didn’t speak of it, but both Gwak Han-muk and Mo Hae-in shared the same thought.
He truly was no ordinary being.
It seemed they wouldn’t be surprised anymore, no matter what happened to Han Go-yo in a Trial.
And then they entered Samcle.
“Damn it….”
Gwak Han-muk cursed first. No, he couldn’t think of anything else to say besides cursing.
They’d finished the early item farming decently, and now it was time to be selected by the butlers and enter the Mansion.
Samcle’s butlers rarely appeared after you entered the Mansion, as long as you were careful during the initial selection.
However, since this time the objective was the true ending, Han Go-yo was scheduled to make contact with the butlers inside the Mansion.
The only ending Gwak Han-muk had seen in Samcle so far was surviving for seven days and returning.
Even though the roulette spinning was frustrating, as long as you survived somehow, it was an ending.
So far, he’d just been doing cleaning and hunting creatures.
It was his first time learning that you could build affinity with the butlers.
Since he had no confidence he wouldn’t lose his temper with those arrogant butlers, he was approaching this with the mindset of supporting Go-yo hyung earnestly.
Suddenly, the Rabbit Butler came rushing toward Han Go-yo.
Though he tensed at the abnormal phenomenon, he felt no hostile intent, so he watched for now.
And Gwak Han-muk regretted it too late.
He should have grabbed Han Go-yo and fled right then.
“Gunbam!”
The Rabbit Butler called out Han Go-yo’s Trial name with a grin showing all his pointed teeth.
He lifted the adult man as if he were a small child and rejoiced, then called over the Cat Butler as well.
“Who is this? Isn’t it Gunbam!”
The Cat Butler was also delighted to see Han Go-yo.
The two butlers began chatting affectionately, as if they’d met a close friend. Gwak Han-muk stared at Mo Hae-in with bewildered eyes.
But Mo Hae-in couldn’t possibly know anything either.
In the meantime, the Cat Butler even delegated the cleaning selection task, which he’d never once skipped, to the footman.
“You handle this. I must entertain an old friend who’s come to visit after so long.”
It was clear that this situation was not what Han Go-yo had anticipated.
I had never heard of this in the briefing, and more critically.
“It’s been a while, Butlers.”
Han Go-yo’s face as he greeted the Butlers was drained of all color.
Damn it all, there was nothing I could do in that moment.
Han Go-yo was dragged into the Mansion as is.
And now, only Mo Hae-in and Gwak Han-muk remained outside.
“We will now begin the selection! Those who are properly dressed, step forward!”
The footman called Alpha shouted loudly.
Gwak Han-muk whispered rapidly, avoiding Alpha’s gaze.
“Captain Mo. I think this is seriously messed up right now.”
Having entered Samcle multiple times before, I understood far too well how insane this situation was.
The Butlers did not treat the cleaners as sentient beings.
To them, the cleaners were something akin to filth in a garbage bin.
Especially the Rabbit Butler, who often displayed strong hostility toward the cleaners—an NPC that should never be approached during Samcle raids.
Gwak Han-muk would turn back even from a hundred meters away if he caught sight of the Rabbit’s ears.
Yet these Butlers, unable to contain their favorable regard for Han Go-yo, had even delegated the cleaner selection—something they held so dearly—to a subordinate, claiming they would attend to the guest instead.
Receiving more than necessary attention from an NPC was never a positive signal.
One could be forcibly infected and trapped within the Trial.
“This doesn’t seem connected to the True Ending either, does it?”
But there was no response.
Mo Hae-in stood with a bloodless face, staring toward where Han Go-yo had vanished.
Her wavering eyes had lost all focus.
“Hae-in.”
Gwak Han-muk gripped her forearm tightly.
“Snap out of it, Hae-in. This is Samcle.”
He squeezed hard enough to bruise, his voice low and resolute.
Fortunately, Mo Hae-in regained her senses.
“…Right. This is Samcle.”
She repeated his words in a daze, then clenched her teeth and shook her head sharply.
“Sorry.”
Mo Hae-in drew a sharp breath and spoke rapidly.
“The Butlers were favorable. They don’t seem about to do anything to the trainee immediately. First, let’s get inside the Mansion and regroup with Colonel Je. And….”
Her words, flowing without hesitation, stopped. Gwak Han-muk continued for her.
“Get Go-yo out and escape Samcle.”
It meant leaving regardless of whether they could clear it as a True Ending.
Mo Hae-in nodded slightly, then stepped forward with Gwak Han-muk for the selection.
The cleaners who failed the selection died on the spot.
Some managed to escape into the forest behind the Mansion or leaped into the lake, barely clinging to life.
But surviving seven days would be difficult.
Finally, it was Mo Hae-in and Gwak Han-muk’s turn.
“Quite impressive. You may enter the Mansion.”
Alpha declared his approval, granting us passage.
Now it was time to receive our assigned cleaning zones within the Mansion.
Both of us unconsciously quickened our pace, our hearts anxious and impatient.
And upon stepping inside the Mansion, we
“Morae, proceed to the 2nd Floor of the West Wing. Cheonrae, the 2nd Floor of the East Wing.”
came face to face with Han Go-yo, who had become a butler.
Ding!
A system window materialized.
◆Main Quest: Rescue ‘Han Go-yo’.

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The interior of the Grand Mansion felt overwhelmingly different from what I’d perceived from outside.
Though the dimensions roughly matched the butlers’ and footmen’s heights, for a person of ordinary stature, even ascending and descending the stairs was an arduous undertaking.
The bizarrely lofty ceiling was carved in a checkerboard lattice pattern, each square adorned with gilt, and the suspended crystal chandelier was resplendent and colossal.
Light cascading from the chandelier illuminated the marble floor, intricately carved with geometric patterns, in a blinding radiance.
The walls, fitted with pilaster columns, bore beautiful patterns as well, though they escaped my notice.
“Gunbam. Do you remember? That mural painted on the wall over there—you fixed it for us.”
I cannot paint.
I had merely gathered paint items within the game to complete cleaning Quests, applying them over the existing work.
“And I recall the wonderful gifts Gunbam gave us! One each day. Thanks to you, every day was a joy.”
I don’t even know what those gifts were.
I had simply farmed gift box items in the game and handed them over as they were.
The gift box items that restored player stamina could be given to the butler NPC once daily to increase affection, after all.
“And how impressive it was when Gunbam defeated that enormous creature. The Basement has been spotless ever since.”
That too was merely defeating a boss monster.
Because it was a game, naturally… I had acted accordingly.
While I was half-dazed, the Rabbit Butler and Cat Butler had somehow led me to the Reception Room.
The Rabbit Butler seated me on the sofa.
Even sitting on the enormous sofa, my feet didn’t touch the floor.
The Cat Butler handed me a teacup as I sank into the cushions.
I accepted the large cup rimmed with gold with both hands, struggling with its weight, and he poured the tea.
A brilliant crimson liquid, like pomegranate juice, filled the cup.
The warmth against my palms helped me regain some composure.
“Tell me, how have you been all this time? I’ve been so curious. It’s been terribly difficult to exchange news with you and your planet, Gunbam.”
I tilted the teacup.
I made the motion of sipping, but in reality, I didn’t even wet my lips.
I swallowed saliva instead of tea, and during the brief moment stolen, I struggled to regain my composure.
An NPC from Samcle remembers me.
Pondering how this came to be was a matter for later.
The immediate problem before me was this.
‘Is it possible to clear the True Ending?’
I was already a player who had cleared every ending of 【Clean! Clean! Clean!】.
I’d even seen the hidden endings, so there was no probability of additional endings existing.
It was also impossible for the Colonel or the Captains to see the True Ending in my stead.
“Gunbam defeating that massive creature was impressive too. The basement has been clean ever since.”
Because there would be no boss monster, which was a condition for reaching the True Ending.
That wasn’t all.
Even while in a daze coming to the Reception Room, I’d observed my surroundings, and I hadn’t seen any gift box items.
Originally, they were scattered throughout the Mansion and were easy-to-obtain basic items.
Beyond this, there would be many other changed elements. To the point that normal gameplay progression would be impossible….
‘Clearing even the normal ending won’t be easy.’
I knew most things about the Archive’s games.
But I didn’t know how to play a game after its ending had concluded.
‘I can’t just be trapped here helplessly.’
I hadn’t entered alone. Je Hyeon-o and the Captains would also be trapped here.
‘Because of me.’
The tea in the cup trembled faintly.
This wasn’t the time to sit idle.
I had to do something.
What I needed most right now was information.
Since the main NPCs controlling Samcle were favorably disposed toward me, I had to glean even the smallest hints from them.
I placed the teacup, whose contents hadn’t diminished in the slightest, on my lap.
And I forced my lips to move.
“…I should have contacted you first.”
“No matter. Gunbam isn’t so young anymore! The younger one is, the busier they tend to be.”
The Cat Butler burst into hearty laughter.
“How have you two been all this time?”
“We’ve been managing the Mansion as always. I’m curious about Gunbam’s stories.”
“There hasn’t been much on my end either.”
Then, as if suddenly remembering, I added a question.
“By the way, has the Master returned?”

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