I'm a Young God, so Please Raise Me - Chapter 47

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Chapter 47
Countless system windows flooded my vision.
I gazed at them through hazy eyes.
◆【Han Go-yo】 Epic Quest: Close 3 Trials within one month.
*Trials currently closed (2/3)
(Warning! Quest failure results in amputation of all limbs! Success maintains your limbs.)
‘Han Go-yo’ makes a name for himself in Akasha!
■■ ■■■ continues to watch you closely.
Current recognition: 0.1%
The Trial 【Clean! Clean! Clean!】 has ended.
The Trial will be permanently closed in 80 seconds.
You are the greatest contributor to 【Clean! Clean! Clean!】.
You may claim ‘1’ item.
Item selection has been completed.
My vision grew slightly clearer.
After reading through all the system windows already displayed, nothing came to mind.
Perhaps I simply couldn’t recall it.
A new Trial’s opening sequence was underway.
The chorus of a boy and girl drifted through as background music.
Clear voices singing a sacred hymn to the accompaniment of organ and strings carried an undercurrent of sorrow.
A dreamlike funeral dirge played as ‘I’ descended from a train billowing smoke.
I smoothed out my formal suit, wrinkled from the long journey, and gazed upon the city before me.
‘I’ was a journalist working for a small newspaper in London, having come to the rural town of Mornveil for an assignment.
The city, shrouded in pale mist like a curtain, was saturated with its own peculiar gloom.
Ostensibly, ‘I’ had come to investigate the mysterious string of disappearances occurring here.
Yet there was no real need to travel all the way to Mornveil for such a reason.
London saw far more sensational and intriguing incidents regularly.
For a story, London would have been the better choice.
In truth, ‘I’ had heard something.
The serial disappearances here were actually serial murders committed by a cult hiding in the city, and through human sacrifice, they sought to summon a god from beyond Earth.
Having always harbored an interest in the occult, ‘I’ made contact with those suspected of being cult members.
When I expressed my desire to cover the cult, they surprisingly agreed without hesitation.
Thus ‘I’ came to Mornveil, having received an invitation from the cult.
“Are you the young lamb?”
The woman who came to pick me up was kind and gentle.
She drove me around the city in her car, introducing Mornveil in a soft, soothing voice.
Then she pulled up in front of an old hotel.
“This is a hotel operated by our congregation. Everyone will ensure you’re comfortable during your stay.”
“Does that mean I’m becoming a follower now?”
I threw out the joke with a deliberately serious expression, and she burst into pleasant laughter.
“That’s not how it works. We only accept those who earnestly desire to join the Cult. But please, feel free to visit and observe.”
The woman spoke with gleaming eyes.
“I’m looking forward to your coverage, Little Lamb. I appreciate your cooperation.”
After she left, I finally found myself alone in the Hotel after checking in.
As I set my luggage down in the room, a system window materialized.
Han Go-yo (Little Lamb) has entered Call of Oblivion!
At last reclaiming my free will, I stumbled toward the window and threw it wide open.
Fresh outside air flooded into the stuffy room, yet the nausea churning in my stomach refused to settle.
I took a deep breath.
My trembling hands, which had been a wreck, finally steadied.
I collapsed onto the sofa in the room.
Watching dust particles drift lazily through the air, I organized the chaos in my mind piece by piece.
‘Is Samra… closed?’
I had definitely cleared it with the true ending.
Yet I couldn’t be certain whether Samra was truly closed.
The butlers hadn’t disappeared at the final moment.
They had forcibly pushed me into a new Trial.
The words they spoke then carried the meaning of reunion.
“We await the day we return home with our Master.”
“I’ll be waiting, Little Lamb.”
I buried my face in my hands.
I never imagined that my promise to find their Master would come back as such a boomerang.
It had always been an unusual Trial.
Since it was connected to my past records of playing it as a game, I had already accounted for the possibility of anomalies occurring.
But for NPCs to not disappear even after reaching an ending—
This was impossible according to the Trial’s structure, which followed the rules of a game.
It felt as though everything I had known about Trials was collapsing.
Even the name used in the Trial had changed.
‘They said tutorial complete. Is that related to this?’
Trying to speculate was useless when the system window wasn’t responding.
And of all Trials, the one I had entered was Call of Oblivion…
“…Sigh.”
I exhaled shortly and sprang up from the sofa.
‘Let me just clear this and get out.’
I checked the system window that appeared before my eyes first.
◆Call of Oblivion Main Quest: Uncover the secrets of Mornveil and make a choice.
The Quest window was very different from usual.
Normally, the Quest description would ramble on below, but now it contained only the essentials.
The Quest was neither intuitive nor clear.
If this hadn’t been a game I had played before, I would have had no idea what to do—it was such a vague objective.
‘Something feels off. Display the system window properly.’
I tried to communicate through my thoughts, but there was no response.
It seemed to have malfunctioned again.
It never appeared when I actually needed it.
I supposed I should be grateful that the system window appeared at all.
I attempted to check Je Hyeon-o’s and the captains’ status windows, but again, nothing.
Lamenting the uselessness of the system, I recalled what I knew.
This game, abbreviated as Call of Oblivion, was an interactive game where the story branched based on player choices.
Upon starting play, the player had to choose between two routes to progress.
Either I could thwart the cult’s conspiracy to summon an outer god from beyond Earth, or I could become their cult leader and summon the outer god myself.
In the former case, my goal as a journalist was to expose the cult’s brutal human sacrifices and reveal all their secrets; in the latter, I would join the cult, ascend to the position of cult leader, and summon the leader of the outer gods.
I had played through both routes to see all the endings.
I knew the game’s content and gameplay mechanics well, but there was one critical problem.
I had never seen Call of Oblivion’s true ending.
It wasn’t because the game was uninteresting or the gameplay was too difficult that I quit midway.
The Creator’s games were always engaging, and I particularly enjoyed Call of Oblivion for its unique setting.
The reason I never saw the true ending was frustratingly mundane.
While progressing through the cult leader route, the game froze after I summoned what appeared to be the leader of the outer gods.
The screen went black and unresponsive, with only a gloomy funeral dirge continuing to play.
When I mentioned it to the Creator, he said it was an error in the incomplete game and recommended I play other games first.
I had no choice but to move on to other games, and since then, I had been waiting for Call of Oblivion to be completed.
‘And now, out of nowhere, I’m facing it like this.’
Though I had never experienced the true ending, I suspected it involved becoming the cult leader and summoning the outer god.
I was certain of this since I had completed every other ending.
But this time, I intended to forgo the true ending.
‘Knowing what might happen.’
The butlers had sent me to where their master was.
That master couldn’t possibly be a simple NPC.
Given how powerfully the butlers served with such loyalty, this being must be formidable, and I had no idea what strange phenomena I might encounter if I faced them.
‘If I become the cult leader and summon the outer god, there’s a chance that master NPC might be summoned as well….’
I would choose the ending where I escape Mornveil as a journalist.
The promise with the butlers would eventually be fulfilled someday as I lived on.
I could always re-enter Call of Oblivion later once I became stronger.
But not now.
The epic quest to close three Trials within a month was also problematic, but I decided to think about that after getting outside.
To proceed with the journalist route, there was one crucial task I had to accomplish first.
I needed to make the key NPC, Doctor Dominic, my ally.
He was a psychiatrist running a small clinic, originally a quiet man with little to do in the peaceful Mornveil.
As the cult’s influence grew and troubled people visited his psychiatric practice, he became entangled in the incident.
I had to make him my ally from the early stages to achieve the journalist route’s exposure ending.
It was because he possessed the ability to break through the cult’s brainwashing.
I checked outside the window.
Since the sun hadn’t set yet, Doctor Dominic’s Clinic would still be operating.
I was about to rush out of the Hotel when I caught sight of myself in the mirror.
To avoid appearing like a patient to Doctor Dominic, I needed to tidy my appearance somewhat.
Given that this game was set in a fictional British city from the late nineteenth century, my attire was classically formal.
The sight of myself in a ditto suit—frock coat, waistcoat, and trousers coordinated as a set—felt unfamiliar.
I wiped the cold sweat from my face with a handkerchief and tidied my disheveled hair.
Finally, I fastened the shirt button that had been undone and left the guest room.
A system window appeared.
This is your first choice. Which path will you take?
– As a journalist, investigate the Cult in Mornveil and uncover their secrets.
– Become a believer, join the Cult in Mornveil, and explore their secrets. (This choice cannot be changed midway.)
It was a choice between which route to pursue.
However, while it was possible to switch from the journalist route to the believer route, the reverse was not possible.
I chose the journalist route without hesitation.
As a journalist, I will gather evidence to expose the cult’s secrets.
Then, as I stepped outside the Hotel, another choice appeared.
You have exited the Hotel. Where will you go?
– Shopping District
– City Hall
– Town Square
Only the locations I had visited while riding in the car with the cult woman were added as options.
When I selected Town Square, my body moved of its own accord.
I purchased a newspaper from a newspaper boy in the Town Square.
After flipping through the newspaper, I found the section I was looking for.
It was an advertisement for Doctor Dominic’s Clinic.
【A Sanctuary for the Weary Souls of Modern Times—Doctor Dominic’s Clinic!】
How is your evening?
For lost souls wandering amid the noise of the city, Doctor Dominic’s Clinic has opened its doors.
This Clinic promises to cleanse the fundamental fears and anxieties hidden within your inner self through hypnotherapy and psychological relaxation techniques based on the latest medical theories.
Doctor Dominic listens to your voice.
Visit us now and reclaim your inner peace!
– Specialized treatment areas: insomnia, auditory hallucinations, visual hallucinations, delusions, emotional instability, and more.
– Location: Western outskirts of Mornveil, at the end of Birch Forest Path.
After reading the advertisement, a new choice appeared as I left the Town Square.
You have exited the Town Square. Where will you go?
– Hotel
– Shopping District
– City Hall
– Doctor Dominic’s Clinic
The moment I selected the clinic, my body moved of its own accord.
The clinic, situated on the outskirts of town, was quite a distance away.
It would have been convenient to take a car, but given my cover as a struggling journalist with meager pockets, I proceeded on foot.
After walking diligently, a modest house came into view.
The Victorian-style residence, constructed of faded timber, used the 1st Floor as a clinic and the 2nd Floor as a private residence.
A gravel pathway wound through the well-maintained small Garden, leading to the house.
A car was parked in front of the residence, suggesting a patient had come for treatment.
I carefully made my way along the pathway toward the doctor’s clinic.
The crunch of gravel beneath my shoes echoed distinctly.
As I reached for the brass door knocker to rap on the Entrance Hall door, a voice came from beyond it.
“Ah, it’s all thanks to your treatment, Doctor!”
The cheerful voice likely belonged to a patient visiting the clinic.
They seemed to be conversing with the doctor at the doorway before leaving.
The patient spoke with a bright tone.
“Before, so many voices were constantly speaking to me inside my head every single day. It was truly agonizing—I couldn’t even go about my daily life. But after receiving treatment, all the auditory hallucinations and delusions have completely vanished.”
I held my breath, listening intently to the patient’s words.
Had Doctor Dominic cured a cult member who had been brainwashed?
Yet something felt off.
“Now I only hear your voice in my head, Doctor! I think only of you!”
…Pardon?
‘It seems the illness hasn’t fully healed.’
I thought they might need further treatment.
But contrary to my thoughts, the patient continued speaking with joy.
“I was trapped in such unnecessary suffering before…. I’m so happy now, Doctor.”
The emotion in their voice was genuine.
I sensed something was deeply wrong.
I quietly released the door knocker and took a step backward.
Just as I turned to flee.
The Entrance Hall door opened.
“Do be careful on your way out, Mary.”
A pleasant, deep voice resonated.
A woman in an hourglass-figured dress hurried out.
And from behind her.
He appeared….
I slowly looked up with trembling eyes.
A man, having ducked his head low to pass through the Entrance Hall door that was far too short for his height, noticed me.
“Hello there! I don’t believe we’ve met before.”
He smiled gently and extended his hand for a handshake.
“I am Doctor Dominic.”
A man who introduced himself as Doctor Dominic.
An NPC I had never encountered in Call of Oblivion.
And he.
Stood at a towering height of three meters.

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