I'm a Young God, so Please Raise Me - Chapter 50

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Chapter 50
The morning of the second day began pleasantly.
After a deep sleep, I woke refreshed, and even the birdsong drifting through the window sounded delightful.
The only drawback was the dreary weather.
Mornveil, nestled in a basin surrounded by valleys, was prone to frequent fog.
True to form, the second morning was shrouded in a milky-white haze from all directions.
It was impossible to tell if the sun had even risen.
Instead of sunlight, what greeted me was a system window.
Your second day in Mornveil.
– Evidence found so far: 0
– Recruited allies: Doctor Dominic
In Call of Oblivion, a system window appeared each morning to report progress.
With zero evidence to my name, I changed into fresh clothes and stepped out of the bedroom.
The moment I opened the door, the fragrant aroma of tea washed over me.
“Good morning, Gunbam.”
Dominic, seated on the living room sofa, greeted me.
The sight of him reading a newspaper while sipping black tea was remarkably human.
If only he weren’t three meters tall.
I stared blankly at the oversized newspaper and teacup he held, specially modified to his proportions, before belatedly returning his greeting.
“Good morning, Doctor Dominic. Did you sleep well last night? I hope the sudden change in accommodations hasn’t caused you any discomfort….”
Courteous words flowed naturally from my lips.
Honestly, when a three-meter-tall man is standing right in front of you like that, anyone would dredge up whatever manners they possess.
“Not at all. And even if I had been uncomfortable, I wouldn’t have noticed.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m looking forward to today.”
It was not a response I had anticipated from him. I had no idea how to react.
Dominic set down the newspaper and teacup.
The black tea inside remained untouched, and the newspaper showed no signs of having turned past the front page.
They were merely props, held to mimic human behavior.
“It’s a feeling I’m experiencing for the first time. I was always bored, you see.”
Dominic’s gaze fixed solely on me as he smiled.
“I’m truly grateful that you’ve come.”
Fortunately, I managed to open my mouth before the silence became too awkward.
“…Yes. I’m glad to have met you as well, Doctor Dominic.”
Beneath my suit, my skin erupted in goosebumps.
I’d thought he’d been enjoying himself in Call of Oblivion, preying on patients, but it seemed that wasn’t the case.
‘I need to keep him confined here.’
If his living situation became tedious, he might escape before recovering his memories.
A new concern had been added to my plate: what kind of entertainment should I set up in Call of Oblivion to keep Dominic satisfied?
“Today, I will attend the cult’s worship service. The purpose is to build relationships with the congregation and gather internal information afterward. If possible, I also intend to obtain evidence regarding the cult’s human sacrifices.”
I decided to think things through while clearing the trial, and began a simple briefing.
“How much do you know about the Cult, Dominic?”
“Just that it’s a new religious movement that worships a god of the universe.”
The Apostles of the Void, a cult in Mornveil, was a group that summoned foreign deities and dreamed of the world’s destruction.
They sacrificed humans to summon various foreign gods, but ultimately, there was only one entity they sought to summon.
The supreme leader of the gods dwelling within the Void.
One might ask why they so zealously attempted to summon such a dangerous god when the world’s destruction would kill them as well—but they had their reasons.
The Twelve Apostles, the central figures of the cult, were those who had experienced foreign deities to some degree.
Captivated by the Void, they believed that by summoning foreign gods, they could obtain cosmic power.
They would transcend this insignificant Earth, no more than a speck of dust, and venture into the infinite cosmos.
“How fascinating.”
Dominic spoke with a completely uninterested expression. He raised the corners of his mouth belatedly and asked.
“Do you believe in God, Gunbam?”
“I do not.”
“I see.”
I thought he would ask why, but the conversation ended there.
I finished the briefing there and descended to the Lobby with Dominic.
Since I had proposed joining the cult to him, it seemed there would be no problem even if we went together.
If anything, they would probably welcome it.
‘Dominic is exactly the type of talent a cult would want.’
Even I would want to recruit someone like Dominic as a follower.
I informed the Hotel staff of my intention to visit the cult today.
Once the staff provided the location, the cult was added to the travel options.
I have exited the Hotel. Where would you like to go?
– Shopping District
– City Hall
– Town Square
– Doctor Dominic’s Clinic
– Apostles of the Void Cult Headquarters
Rather than heading directly to the cult, I stopped by the Shopping District first.
Using Dominic’s money, I purchased a hidden camera for evidence collection, and bought the most expensive bouquet from the flower shop.
“Now let’s head to the cult.”
I made sure to brief Dominic thoroughly as a precaution.
“Dominic, I know you’re not the type, but you absolutely must not join the cult. No matter what nonsense the cult spouts, ignore it all, don’t act alone, and just follow closely behind me.”
“Yes. I’ll follow only you, Gunbam.”
The cult headquarters was located in the most expensive central district of Mornveil.
Judging by the building alone, it felt more like an upscale social club than a cult.
Fortunately, the building’s high ceiling allowed Dominic to move about without bumping his head.
All the windows were covered with blackout curtains, so the interior remained dark despite the daylight outside.
Lamps were lit, but their light was weak, and areas beyond their reach remained obscured.
A pale silhouette appeared from within the darkness.
It seemed a cultist who had been informed of our visit in advance was coming out to guide us.
However, the figure that emerged from the shadows was not a cultist.
A woman dressed in white approached with slow, deliberate steps.
Her pale skin and undulating white hair, which she wore down to her waist, made her appear entirely snow-white—save for her eyes, which burned a deep crimson.
The trailing fabric of her garment whispered against the floor as it dragged.
She came to a halt before Dominic and me.
“I am Edel, the First Apostle and Prophetess who leads the Apostles of the Void, your High Priestess.”
She was the High Priestess who commanded the Apostles of the Void that had seized Mornveil.
Despite the High Priestess herself appearing rather than an ordinary cultist, I found myself unmoved.
My shock lay elsewhere entirely.
I hadn’t noticed it during the dot graphics… but the exposure of her clothing was far too severe.
I understood that the apostles went about nearly naked, claiming they needed to receive the energy of the stars, but pixels and reality were vastly different.
I have met High Priestess Edel.
– I greet her respectfully.
– I mock her, asking if she’s truly a cult leader.

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I request to join the Apostles of the Void.
“Young lamb, thank you for permitting this interview.”
I selected the first option and presented the bouquet as well.
Though I had originally prepared it as an offering for the altar, I acted as though it were meant for the High Priestess.
Edel accepted the bouquet with a faint smile.
“I should be the one thanking you for traveling such a distance to find us.”
I quietly averted my gaze.
I knew it was impolite during conversation, but looking directly at her was embarrassing.
In stark contrast, Dominic showed no reaction whatsoever. Even if the High Priestess had emerged completely naked, it would have been the same.
Had this been a situation where surprise was warranted, he would have mimicked the reactions of those around him out of necessity, but there was no need for such pretense now.
‘But why did the High Priestess come out personally?’
In the early stages of the interview, I was supposed to build relationships with ordinary cultists, and only later interact with the apostles.
The High Priestess, the First Apostle, was meant to be encountered last.
Yet she had appeared from the very beginning.
I examined what had diverged from my gameplay in the actual game.
Perhaps it was upgrading the Hotel room to the highest grade from the start, or…
‘Dominic.’
It seemed word of Dominic’s exceptional talent had reached the High Priestess’s ears.
As I continued my thoughts, I was startled.
Edel had suddenly thrust her face close to mine.
My eyes widened at a distance where I could feel her breath.
Her pale fingers gripped my forearm.
A chill as lifeless as a corpse—devoid of warmth—crept across my entire body.
She whispered my name without pulling her face back even slightly.
“Young Lamb.”
“Yes…?”
“Have you received treatment from Doctor Dominic?”
“No…?”
“I was the Doctor’s patient.”
I looked up at Dominic.
He gazed down at me with an expression of complete bewilderment.
The cult leader had been Doctor Dominic’s patient.
It was something that should never have happened within the Call of Oblivion.
‘What on earth had he been doing?’
Edel laughed softly upon seeing my expression.
“It was before I joined the cult. I’ve found peace now.”
She pulled my hand along.
“Have you had tea? Please, let me serve you. You’re an acquaintance of the Doctor’s, and I don’t wish to neglect you.”
Choice options appeared once more.
Cult Leader Edel wishes to serve you tea.
– Accept gratefully and drink.
– Mock her, asking if this too is a cult tactic.

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Request to join the Apostles of the Void.
I found it absurd how they kept pushing initiation.
‘Isn’t this forcing a choice?’
I deliberately selected the first option.
“Thank you, Edel.”
At my acceptance, Edel smiled and led me deeper inside.
The interior of the Apostles of the Void Cult Headquarters was dark and labyrinthine—impossible to navigate without a guide.
Since I had already memorized the layout, I confirmed that Edel was leading me to the Reception Room for guests and simply followed along.
There seemed to be no harm in moving as she wished.
Given her favorable attitude toward Dominic, perhaps I could glean something valuable from this first interview.
As Edel opened the Reception Room door, she whispered to me.
“Have some tea. We’ll talk together soon.”
Her hushed voice sent a ticklish sensation through me.
Edel vanished with a smile, and in her place, a cult member appeared, pulling a wooden trolley laden with a tea set.
Seated on the sofa first, I wondered how to manage a seat that was hardly suited for Dominic.
But Dominic naturally adjusted the size of his sofa, the teacup, and the cutlery to fit him.
The cult member holding the teapot gasped at the bizarre sight.
On the verge of dropping the scalding pot in shock.
My eyes met Dominic’s.
The cultist’s mouth fell open, and he let out a vacant laugh.
As if nothing had happened, he poured tea and shuffled out with a silly grin.
I was beginning to understand how Dominic was living within Call of Oblivion.
Dominic, seated across from me, pushed the plate that had been placed at an awkward angle toward my side and commented on the cultist’s service.
“He won’t do as a waiter.”
The table had been adjusted for my height, so it was far too low for him.
I thanked Dominic for his consideration and lifted the teacup.
That’s when a selection menu appeared, as if it had been waiting.
You drink the tea.
– Drink the tea.
– Drink the tea in one gulp.
– Drink the tea slowly.
– Tell Doctor Dominic that you wish to join the Apostles of the Void.
…The options were becoming increasingly strange.
Still, this time the text of the recruitment option appeared in ordinary lettering.
I selected drink slowly and gulped down the tea.
On the surface, I maintained a smiling face, but inside I was burning.
If I had known the cult leader was a patient, I would have approached this entirely differently.
I couldn’t be certain whether proceeding with the clearing method I knew would work.
‘Why did the cult leader seek out Dominic as a patient? And why did he join a cult even after receiving treatment from Dominic?’
If I asked Dominic about this, I wasn’t even sure where to begin or how to phrase it.
He would say nothing unless I asked.
It was while my head throbbed and I kept sipping the tea.
Dizziness struck, and my vision began to spin.
You have been poisoned! Treatment is required.
The tea contained poison.
‘Why…?’
In Call of Oblivion, poisoning was an event that occurred when investigations deepened or internal conflicts within the cult escalated.
But I hadn’t done anything yet.
I hadn’t even begun a proper investigation—all I’d done was see the cult leader’s face and exchange greetings.
Yet I was already being poisoned.
My vision darkened rapidly before I could even search for an antidote.
Despite sitting directly across from me, Dominic didn’t notice my condition.
He was examining the eye-shaped pattern drawn on the back of the teacup saucer.
“Gunbam, look at this. Isn’t it unusual? Could it possibly serve as evidence?”
Sensing my impending death, I forced my mouth open with difficulty.
It was to explain resurrection to Dominic.
Even if I died now, I would come back to life.
I just needed to return to the Hotel.
I needed to say something.
“….”
Yet no words emerged from my gaping mouth.
As if my vocal cords had melted away, only scalding blood dampened my lips and trickled down the corners of my mouth.
My vision darkened to pitch black.
My head fell limply against the chair.
You have died.
I had died.
You will be resurrected at the Hotel.
A system window materialized.
Yet I could not open my eyes.
The system window began to glitch.
At the Hotel?. Hotel. Resurrected. Resurrect. Re. Surrect? Resurrect? Hotel?at?? Here now. Here now here now here now here now here now here now here now here now here now here now here now
All the characters that had explosively filled the system window vanished.
An enormous system window crashed down upon me.
Right before my eyes!
“…!”
I jolted awake, my eyes snapping open.
It was not the Hotel.
The Apostles of the Void Cult’s Reception Room.
Before my eyes was… Dominic.
He gazed at me from across the way, removing one of his gloves.
Dominic smiled faintly as he gently wiped the bloodstained tips of his fingers.
A teacup saucer drifted up and approached me.
Dominic spoke again.
“Han Go-yo, look at this. Isn’t it peculiar? Do you think it might serve as evidence?”

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