I'm a Young God, so Please Raise Me - Chapter 42

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Chapter 42
I looked down at the metal hand touching me, then turned my gaze back to Je Hyeon-o.
“Are you saying the Butlers… lied to me?”
Je Hyeon-o entered the room without answering.
I closed the window for him instead.
He leisurely toured the room in a slow circle.
His movements were relaxed, as if he were sightseeing on vacation.
He seemed to have no intention of answering my question at all.
While Je Hyeon-o admired the Guest Room, I struggled to make sense of what he’d said.
But it wasn’t easy.
Until now, whenever I entered a Trial, I’d always thought that this place was reality and might differ from the games I’d played.
But this time was different.
They were NPCs from the games I’d played.
NPCs I’d conversed with countless times while playing Samcle repeatedly.
Neither the Cat Butler nor the Rabbit Butler were the type to lie.
There was no reason for them to.
Why would they lie and keep me confined to the Mansion?
Even though the Butlers seemed quite fond of me, that was a separate matter.
‘They’re people with clear professional boundaries.’
I buried that thought to myself alone.
Once I safely passed through the week and left Samcle, it would naturally resolve itself.
I didn’t want to contradict Je Hyeon-o and be treated like an idiot.
It was just as Je Hyeon-o finished touring the Guest Room.
Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.
A heavy sound echoed from outside the door.
Following footsteps like those of a giant came someone’s agonized scream.
“Aaahhhhh! Help me! No, it hurts, aaahhh…!”
The scream cut off abruptly not long after.
Instead, a wet, crunching sound followed—like meat being chewed.
The Creatures had begun their activity.
Creatures were a form the Mansion had created for efficiently consuming its offerings.
The more Creatures devoured cleaners during the night, the more brilliantly the Mansion shone the next day.
Occasionally, when Creatures were generated excessively, the Butlers would clean them up or assign Quests to players—those being boss monster hunts.
The cleaners assigned to the 3rd Floor of the East Wing seemed to be getting swept away like fallen leaves by the Creatures.
They appeared to be attempting some counterattack, but it wouldn’t be easy.
At night, the cleaners’ vision narrowed and darkness fell.
Moreover, they seemed to have no strategy whatsoever.
Simply attacking was meaningless.
Without using the appropriate strategy for each Creature, their recovery was far faster than the damage taken.
Of course, if one possessed overwhelming attack power, that would be a different story.
“Like you would, Major.”
I turned to look at Je Hyeon-o, who had been staring at the door.
His metal hand clicked slowly and deliberately.
He seemed to be suppressing the urge to burst through and slice the creatures to pieces right then and there.
Je Hyeon-o, who had been boring holes into the sealed door with his gaze, slowly turned his attention toward me.
“What should we do, Goyo?”
His voice, tinged with the sound of metal, posed the question.
“Want to escape?”
“…What escape method were you thinking of, Major?”
“Kill all the butlers.”
“….”
“And the creatures too, if needed.”
That certainly sounded like a method of being “forced” to escape.
By his approach, we could clear it somehow, but it would never be the true ending.
After all, my rescue had nothing to do with the Samcle world itself.
Even at this point, I wanted to see the true ending.
No—I had to see it.
If I failed this Samcle, it would be physically impossible to close two more Trials in the remaining time.
The Special Task Force would only assign those of four-star rank and above.
A phantom pain throbbed from limbs that had never once been severed.
I unconsciously rubbed my wrist and opened my mouth.
“I think… a true ending might be possible.”
Je Hyeon-o’s eyes narrowed to slits.
“I have information I gathered from conversations with the butlers. Though I’m not entirely certain yet.”
“You want me to wait?”
“Yes. Please give me three days.”
I calmly persuaded him to focus on the true ending rather than the rescue Quest.
Je Hyeon-o looked at me as if to say, go ahead and tell me.
I continued my explanation rapidly.
“Major, could you relay a message to the Captains on my behalf? Since I’ve become a butler, I won’t be able to contact you or the Captains easily.”
During the day, there was a high chance other butlers would be nearby, and I had duties to perform.
At night, I would need to stay quietly in my room to avoid suspicion.
After informing Je Hyeon-o of my situation, I explained what needed to be done now.
“Please kill the janitors. More precisely, have the creatures murder them.”
As soon as I said it, I realized how cruel it sounded. I quickly added an excuse.
“Ah, all the janitors brought here are vicious criminals. In the Samcle story, only the protagonist is foolishly deceived into coming….”
But midway through my excuse, I realized something.
Both Je Hyeon-o before me and the Captains not present here.
They were people who killed NPCs without regard to whether they were guilty or innocent.
To them, NPCs were nothing more than NPCs.
“…I do win. So I’d appreciate your cooperation. Only my Colonel and the Captains should remain among the cleaning staff.”
“Until when?”
“Tomorrow night would be ideal.”
If the cleaning staff died too quickly, it would raise suspicion, so I planned to spread it out over three days.
In the meantime, I intended to gather as much information as possible about the Master.
This was already a completed game.
My goal was to independently create Samcle’s DLC—an expansion pack.
If such a thing were truly possible.
I was certain that the Master, who had never returned home until now, held the key to this new ending.
“Which sector has my Colonel been assigned to?”
“The East Wing Garden.”
It seemed he’d been put in charge of landscape maintenance.
Trimming trees was something easily accomplished even with metal hands.
Zeta, the footman, had assigned Je Hyeon-o to a sector that suited him well.
‘Just as expected from a footman chosen by the Butlers.’
He certainly had a knack for these things.
In any case, the East Wing Garden made it convenient for me to communicate with him.
“Each night when I send you a message, please come find me.”
I would communicate with the Captains through Je Hyeon-o and relay any instructions as needed.
This seemed like the simplest approach.
After outlining the situation, I informed Je Hyeon-o of the Captains’ sectors and asked him to visit Mo Hae-in first if possible.
“That’s all?”
“Yes, that’s all.”
Even inside a room, staying too long would be dangerous.
Just as I was about to send Je Hyeon-o out, I recalled a question I’d been holding onto ever since entering Samcle.
“Colonel, would you mind if I touched the metal part just once?”
He widened his eyes as if he’d heard an amusing request, then readily extended his hand.
I carefully grasped the tip of his metal hand, taking care not to touch the blade.
The sensation against my skin was cold and unyielding.
I applied gentle pressure, but it showed no sign of bending whatsoever.
It felt entirely different from the Rabbit Butler’s metal ears, which would bend with the slightest touch.
I released my hand and spoke honestly.
“The Butlers’ heads appear to be made of the same metal as your Colonel’s hand.”
Je Hyeon-o’s eyes crinkled deeper with amusement.
“Not quite the same.”
So it was similar, then?
I wanted to ask more, but Je Hyeon-o put his goggles back on.
ㅇ <
Then he winked and abruptly opened the Guest Room door.
Standing in the Corridor was a small bisque doll dressed in a gown.
The cute porcelain doll rotated its head a full 180 degrees backward to stare at Je Hyeon-o.
The moment it confirmed its target, it began approaching in a backward shuffle.
Thump, thump, thump, thump!
With each tiny footfall against the Corridor floor, the surrounding space thundered as if a colossal giant were charging.
As the bisque doll rushed closer, Je Hyeon-o launched forward at an even greater speed.
He burst forth with gleeful abandon, swinging his metallic hand with obvious pleasure.
It took only one strike.
Clang!
With a single gesture, the bisque doll crumbled into fragments.
Crunch, crackle.
Je Hyeon-o, treading over the ceramic shards, seemed disappointed and made a few more empty swings through the air.
'I should have told him not to kill too many creatures.'
But Je Hyeon-o needed to indulge his hobbies to maintain his sanity in this place.
I didn't stop him—not that he would listen anyway.
He seemed like he'd play around appropriately on his own and then seek out the Captains.
I closed the door and stepped back into the room, heading toward the bed.
The fatigue I'd forgotten suddenly crashed down upon me.
I collapsed face-first onto the bed, my eyes blinking slowly as they grew heavy.
'I'll just close my eyes for a moment and get back up.'
I needed to check the item Samra had given me.
But I fell asleep immediately.

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When I opened my eyes, morning had already arrived.
I scrambled out of bed and straightened my disheveled clothes.
After quickly preparing for work, I opened the door to find the Rabbit Butler standing outside.
He had one hand raised, as if he'd been about to knock.
"Good morning, Gunbam."
He waved the raised hand gently in greeting.
"Good morning to you too."
I smiled and returned the greeting.
The Rabbit Butler tried to lead me toward the Cafeteria.
"Come eat."
"Oh, that's alright. I think I ate too much at dinner last night."
I felt no hunger whatsoever.
I could have easily skipped lunch as well.
"Want to head to work then?"
"Yes!"
I answered enthusiastically.
The Rabbit Butler led me toward the Main Building.
Despite having consumed all the cleaning staff last night, the Mansion didn't seem to have changed much.
It should have gleamed with a polished shine, yet something felt off.
Upon arriving at the central hall of the Main Building, all twelve footmen were gathered there.
Standing before them, arranged in two rows of six, was the Cat Butler.
All twelve footmen looked identical—same appearance, same height, same build, as if they'd been copy-pasted.
'The footmen are shorter than the Butlers.'
The footmen were about 2 meters 30 centimeters tall, while the Butlers were around 2 meters 50 centimeters.
And based on the Mansion's structure, I estimated the Master was probably around 3 meters.
'Does height increase with rank?'
I wondered if I would grow taller if I became a proper Butler.
My current height was certainly inconvenient for working in the Mansion.
The Cat Butler, who had been pacing back and forth in front of the footmen with his hands clasped behind his back, hurried over when he saw me.
"Gunbam!"
He handed me a paper newspaper.
Startled by the sudden appearance of this classic medium, I reflexively scanned the paper.
'Day News?'
The familiar newspaper name caught my eye first, followed by a large headline and article below it.
"Huh…?"
But everything was covered in thick black redaction blocks.
In that moment of confusion, the Rabbit Butler poked the corner of the newspaper with his finger.
A small article in the corner of the front page was still readable.
【Cleaning Contractor Spaceship Shot Down in Unidentified Attack!】
A Spaceship belonging to the cleaning contractor company "Clean! Clean! Clean!" was shot down while operating on its regular route.
The Spaceship in question was attacked by an undetected high-energy missile, and its hull fragmented in a massive explosion immediately following the strike, resulting in the deaths of all personnel aboard.
The perpetrator behind this attack remains unidentified.
Clean! Clean! Clean! has suspended all new cleaning reservations and halted Spaceship operations for the return of deployed cleaners.
It was an article stating that the Spaceship meant to retrieve us had been struck by a missile and obliterated.

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