I'm a Young God, so Please Raise Me - Chapter 48

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Chapter 48
The man of towering stature seemed utterly incongruous with the cozy surroundings.
He was an anomaly in this world—a being that jutted out discordantly, as if he belonged nowhere else.
His identity was beyond question.
He was the Master.
…
I swallowed hard without thinking.
Where had things gone so terribly wrong?
Why was this Master masquerading as Doctor Dominic?
The tension seemed to paralyze even my tongue.
No—it wasn’t just a feeling. My tongue had truly gone rigid.
A system window materialized before me.
You have encountered Doctor Dominic.
I met.
– Greet him warmly.
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Scream and flee, only to be struck by a car and perish!
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Fall to your knees begging for mercy, then hang yourself from a willow tree!
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Prostrate yourself, pleading for your life, before dying from catastrophic blood loss!
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Swear an oath to become a loyal servant devoted to his will!
The choices were utterly destroyed.
Practically speaking, only one option remained viable.
As I stared at the choices, Dominic escorted a patient named Mary out.
Once her car departed, Dominic turned his attention back to me.
I selected the first option.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Lamb. I work as a journalist in London and arrived in Mornveil today.”
My greeting emerged bright and composed, betraying none of my inner turmoil.
I was profoundly grateful for Call of Oblivion’s gameplay mechanic—the way it delivered predetermined dialogue through the choices.
“Lamb?”
Dominic pronounced my name while studying me intently.
As he leaned forward, his shadow fell across me.
With my tension easing ever so slightly, I could finally observe Dominic’s face properly.
He was not human.
Though he wore human skin like a garment, he could hardly be called the same species.
It was not merely his height—nearly three meters tall.
His beauty was far too otherworldly for any human to bear.
Hair of perfect platinum, and eyes of blue that seemed to contain the cosmos itself.
Those eyes were like a constellation in the night sky.
Layers of varied blues rippled and shifted, revealing subtle violet hues from certain angles, while at times an icy white gleamed through like frost.
Across the iris, minute fragments of gold scattered like shattered stars, glimmering with an otherworldly brilliance.
Yet despite such radiant luminescence, the longer I held that gaze—
There was no end to it.
The deepest abyss.
Like a void.
Infinite.
How could kneeling before such a being and bowing my head be anything but an honor! The sole courtesy I, a worthless speck, could offer! The glory of a lifetime!
“…!”
I drew a sharp breath.
What was that just now?
Before I could even recall the horrifying thought that had flickered through my mind, Doctor Dominic spoke.
“Forgive me, but that name doesn’t suit you.”
He hummed lightly and asked in a casual tone.
“What about the name Go-yo?”
And smiling, he added again:
“Han Go-yo, a name like that.”
At this point, I genuinely wanted to flee.
The problem was there was nowhere to run.
To leave Call of Oblivion, Doctor Dominic’s cooperation was essential.
Moreover, even if I pursued the Cult Master route, I would inevitably clash with the Doctor.
Either way, I had no choice but to become entangled with this “Master” posing as Dominic.
“What about Gunbam? That’s what my friends call me.”
I desperately offered an alternative name.
Doctor Dominic’s eyes narrowed slightly as if displeased, but he graciously accepted my proposal.
“If that’s what you prefer, by all means.”
He adjusted his suit sleeves neatly and offered a gentlemanly smile.
“So, Gunbam. What brings you to the Clinic?”
“Well… that is…”
“Come inside first. We can talk at leisure.”
He seemed to regard me as a patient.
Since the conversation would inevitably grow lengthy, I had to enter the Clinic anyway.
I steeled myself and stepped inside.
The Clinic’s first floor had an open ceiling, creating considerable height.
Thanks to this, the false Dominic could move freely without bumping his head.
The consultation room, finished in mahogany, harmonized with the fireplace in the corner, creating a warm atmosphere.
Doctor Dominic seated me in a leather wingback chair.
“Please, sit here. Would you care for a warm cup of tea?”
“No, thank you. I’ve already had some.”
It hasn’t been long since I had an unfortunate experience after being served black tea by your butlers.
…I wanted to say that, but I held back.
Doctor Dominic sat across from me.
Only then did I realize that this Clinic had a peculiar structure.
Only the furniture Doctor Dominic used was oversized to match his frame, while everything else was standard size suited for ordinary humans.
The long examination couch placed beside Doctor Dominic looked almost adorable.
As I faced Doctor Dominic, who was prepared to listen carefully to his patient as a physician, I wondered how to begin.
Why aren’t you going home? Go back at once.
I know you’re an alien.
Your butlers are waiting for you.
Various lines came to mind, but I had nothing I could actually say.
Since I didn’t know why he was staying in Call of Oblivion, I feared that pretending to know would offend him.
After much deliberation, I spoke carefully.
“I came from outside.”
“From another city?”
“No. From outside this world.”
“I see.”
Doctor Dominic looked at me with eyes that seemed to deeply empathize.
Now that I’d said it, I sounded like an ordinary madman.
The fact that his specialty was psychiatry made my statement even less credible.
I tried a different approach.
“Have you been here from the beginning, Doctor Dominic?”
“Yes. I was born in Mornveil and have remained here except during my university years.”
He seemed deeply committed to the role of Doctor Dominic.
Since it didn’t seem to be working, I finally spoke directly.
“You’re not Doctor Dominic, are you?”
Agitation flickered across Doctor Dominic’s eyes.
I found it difficult to watch his emotional shifts, so I briefly averted my gaze.
If I stared too long, I feared I’d be drawn in again.
I kept my eyes fixed on his chest area when a soft voice flowed out.
“You’re the first person to say such a thing to me, Gunbam.”
When I slightly raised my gaze, Doctor Dominic suddenly rose abruptly.
He approached me.
I remained frozen on the sofa.
Doctor Dominic knelt down to align his gaze roughly with mine.
Eyes of starlit blue looked down at me.
His smooth voice settled heavily.
“The truth is, I have no memories.”
I understood his words a moment too late and asked back.
“…You’re saying you have no memories?”
“Yes. One day I opened my eyes and found myself here. Everyone called me Doctor Dominic and treated me accordingly. So I’ve been living up to that expectation.”
Insane.
I fought with all my might to keep the curse from spilling out of my mouth.
It was literally a mad situation.
Memory loss….
“Gunbam. Am I human?”
Doctor Dominic asked a question that would drive anyone further into madness.
I racked my brain desperately, searching for a way to resolve this situation as I answered.
“Why… would you think such a thing….”
“Look at this.”
Doctor Dominic extended his gloved hand before me.
He placed his fingers upon his own palm.
Then slowly drew them downward.
Along the path of his fingertips, the leather glove and the skin beneath it split open.
Yet there was no blood that should naturally follow, no cry of pain.
Doctor Dominic’s expression didn’t change as he thrust his split palm toward me.
Inside it was….
Don’t look! No! Close your eyes! No! Don’t look! Close your eyes! Save me! Please save me! No! Aaaaaahhhhh!
“Ugh.”
I clamped my mouth shut.
My eyes burned hot as my insides twisted in agony.
Blood streamed from my nose.
Doctor Dominic quickly produced a handkerchief and pressed it beneath my nose.
The clean linen cloth turned crimson.
“I apologize, Gunbam. That was my mistake.”
Doctor Dominic looked at me anxiously, at a loss for what to do.
It took some time before the nosebleed stopped.
I stared at Doctor Dominic with a pale face.
His split palm had already healed cleanly.
The skin and leather glove were pristine, as if they had never been torn at all.
He spoke with a somewhat subdued air.
“What am I…. I don’t think I’m human.”
“No!”
With the handkerchief pressed beneath my nose, I cried out in a muffled voice.
“You are human!”
Only one thought occupied my mind now.
‘I have to deceive him.’
This entity must not be released outside of Trial.
Either keep him confined within Call of Oblivion, or at the very least—at the absolute minimum—maintain his amnesia so he never becomes aware of what he truly is.
This ‘Master’ was weak precisely because he didn’t know himself right now.
But what if he were to gain self-awareness?
Just as the butlers did not disappear when Samra closed, if Call of Oblivion were to close and he did not vanish—
If he were then to cross over into another Trial—
I could say with certainty:
Whatever Trial he entered would become hell itself.
Sidaecheong calls the Trials that have fallen to Earth calamities and fights against them, but compared to this existence before my eyes, such things are nothing at all.
This was true calamity incarnate.
“I assure you, Doctor Dominic is certainly human. Somewhat exceptional, perhaps, but human nonetheless.”
I spun the most desperate lie I could muster.
The Master gazed intently at me as I lied with every fiber of my being.
He posed a question.
“Are you human, Gunbam?”
“I am human. But I am different from the people of Mornveil.”
“I see….”
Since I was no NPC, this was not a lie.
Doctor Dominic, who had seemed to be contemplating, reached his conclusion.
“If you are human, Gunbam, then I must be human as well.”
“….”
I had survived.
Having somehow succeeded in my deception, I forced a smile toward him.
Doctor Dominic wrinkled his nose playfully and smiled back.
“Though as you say, I don’t think I’m quite Dominic. The name doesn’t sit well with me.”
His words began to slow.
“If I were to choose another name, something like Dominus would be more….”
The moment he spoke the name Dominus, his blue eyes began to gleam with brilliant radiance.
I cried out in panic.
“No! Dominic! I think the name Dominic suits you tremendously. The sound is pleasant, the feel is perfect.”
“Hmm, if you say so, Gunbam. Then I shall continue as Dominic.”
Doctor Dominic still seemed unsatisfied, yet he accepted his name nonetheless.
Having settled the matter, he spoke with a noticeably lighter expression.
“Thanks to you, Gunbam, I’ve resolved some of the doubts I’ve harbored. I’m grateful.”
Having danced between life and death in those brief moments, I answered with a considerably heavier countenance.
“Not at all….”
Having overcome one crisis, the next obstacle presented itself.
“I too would like to help you, Gunbam, in any way I can.”
Along with Doctor Dominic’s kind gratitude, a system window appeared.
Will you accept ‘Doctor Dominic’ as an ally?
What was I to do about Doctor Dominic?
I needed Doctor Dominic to clear Call of Oblivion.
He was the only one who could undo the brainwashing afflicting the Converted.
But if possible, I’d really like to keep him quietly confined to the Clinic….
“Oh right, Gunbam. I was recently invited to join some sort of religion, and it seemed quite intriguing. If you don’t mind, would you perhaps consider joining with me….”
“Doctor Dominic!”
“Yes?”
“Please become my colleague!!”

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