I'm a Young God, so Please Raise Me - Chapter 51

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Chapter 51
I stared blankly at the saucer beneath my teacup.
It rotated slowly, allowing me to examine its front and back with ease.
After observing the pattern engraved on the back of the saucer, I opened my status window.
I checked the topmost entry.
– Han Go-yo (Lamb) ♥x1
The number of hearts remained unchanged.
I had clearly received a death judgment.
Yet I had not resurrected at the Hotel, nor had my lives decreased.
“Dominic…”
I opened my mouth to confirm the true nature of the fear I was experiencing.
“Did you… save me?”
“Yes. I revived you.”
The blood staining Dominic’s hand gradually vanished.
He donned his gloves once more over his now-pristine hands.
Then he posed a courteous question.
“Was that presumptuous of me?”
…
I’ll be more careful going forward. Ah, I was aware that you would come back to life. But finding something so intriguing, I simply couldn’t resist showing it to you immediately. It doesn’t take that much time to return here from the Hotel, does it?
His pleasant, deep voice scattered from my ears.
While he continued with his honeyed words, I could offer no response.
The being before me transcended the laws of Trial.
Then how should I define it?
This existence that defied even the system itself.
I felt as though I were tumbling into an endless abyss.
I moistened my parched lips.
“No… Thank you.”
My speculation is meaningless now. Whatever I conjecture, it will exceed my predictions.
This is an existence I have never encountered before.
So I must focus only on what is certain.
Dominic holds favor toward me, and I will exploit his affection to the maximum to clear Call of Oblivion swiftly.
Leave Dominic here and escape outside myself.
This is the best I can do right now.
Of course, after clearing, Dominic might cause anomalies.
‘But that’s a problem for later.’
This is not an existence I can handle in my current state.
And if I become distracted and fail to clear, trapping myself inside Call of Oblivion…
That would be the most horrifying ending of all.
‘Clearing is the only path to survival.’
I tried to maintain a positive mindset.
As a result, I discovered one significant advantage.
“Dominic.”
“Yes, Gunbam.”
“Could you revive me again if I die? If possible, how many times?”
“As many times as you wish.”
He would resurrect me every time I died? And not at some designated respawn point, but right where I fell?
‘This is infinite health.’
It meant I could take reckless risks and die without consequence.
Realizing this tremendous advantage, coexisting with Dominic no longer seemed quite so unbearable.
“I look forward to working with you going forward. Please revive me immediately whenever I die.”
After making my polite request, I made sure not to forget praising him to boost his morale.
“I’m so grateful that Dominic is my ally. It would have been far too frightening and difficult to face this alone.”
Dominic is the best. Dominic is amazing.
I earnestly recited compliments along those lines.
At that, Dominic let out a low chuckle.
After flattering him thoroughly to put him in good spirits, I grabbed the teacup saucer still spinning in midair.
On the back of the saucer was a symbol resembling the Eye of Horus.
“It’s a symbol used by the Apostles of the Void in their rituals. Thanks to you, Dominic, this investigation will become much easier.”
In truth, while the symbol drawn on this saucer did represent the Apostles of the Void, it appeared frequently throughout the evidence I’d gathered.
It held no significant role within Call of Oblivion—it merely added an eerie atmosphere.
But I lavished praise on Dominic, bolstering his confidence considerably.
Then I hardened my expression with gravity.
“It appears the cult attempted to poison me… I’m not sure why. But my instinct tells me this is only the beginning.”
Within Call of Oblivion, defending against one assassination attempt doesn’t mean it’s over.
Until the hostile relationship is resolved, assassination attempts—including poisoning—will continue relentlessly.
‘It’s probably Edel…’
I couldn’t fathom why she’d suddenly tried to poison me, but after reasoning through various possibilities, she was the only one it could be.
A selection appeared at just the right moment.
You have been poisoned by a hostile individual. You inform Doctor Dominic of your suspected perpetrator.
– You say that you are the culprit.
– You say that Cult Leader Edel is the culprit.
– You say that a hotel staff member is the culprit.
– You say that a third party is the culprit.
– You say that you want to know about the god the Apostles of the Void are trying to summon.
Since I’d met so few NPCs, the selection was rather meager.
I chose the second option.
“It seems that Cult Leader Edel likely poisoned me.”
You confirm to Doctor Dominic that Cult Leader Edel is the perpetrator of the poisoning.
– You say that you fear Cult Leader Edel.
– You say that you should confront Cult Leader Edel directly.
— I tell him I want to know about the god the Apostles of the Void are trying to summon.
‘These blasted Apostles of the Void options just won’t disappear.’
Still, after dying once, the lettering had become more refined and the content slightly altered, but the tedium remained unchanged.
I paused to consider the choices before me.
Until now, whenever I entered the Trial, I had cultivated good relationships with the important NPCs.
This time, since I was on the journalist route, it seemed I had no choice but to clash with Edel.
I rather liked Edel, so it was unfortunate.
In any case, she wielded considerable influence within Mornveil.
If I left her unchecked, she would torment me in countless ways.
It seemed I had no choice but to seize the initiative.
I selected the second option.
“I intend to confront Edel head-on.”
The moment the predetermined dialogue ended, I added my own thoughts.
“If I do nothing, I’ll be completely at her mercy. I thought I might try a more proactive approach.”
Dominic asked with interest.
“What sort of approach?”
I held up the teacup still half-full before him.

***
Edel hummed softly as she walked with light, graceful steps.
She paused before the Reception Room and composed herself.
Knock, knock—a gentle rap on the door.
“I’m coming in.”
There was no response, but Edel opened the door anyway.
After all, there was no situation that would warrant permission to enter.
She anticipated the spectacle that would unfold before her eyes.
Suppressing her heart’s eager flutter, she stepped into the Reception Room, but—
the reality differed slightly from her expectations.
“Teacher…?”
Doctor Dominic stood holding a corpse.
Beautiful blue eyes gazed upon her.
In that moment, Edel thought to herself.
It couldn’t be.
It seemed as though the teacher was smiling.
Frozen, Edel hurried toward Doctor Dominic.
And she cried out in a high voice, as if knowing nothing.
“Oh no, how could this be—the Young Lamb…!”
Under the pretense of examining the condition, she grasped the limp arm and checked for a pulse at the wrist.
Death was certain.
An inconvenient existence had been eliminated.
I pressed my lips firmly shut to keep joy from showing on my face.
As if on cue, the disciples came pouring in.
They screamed upon seeing the corpse cradled in Dominic’s arms.
“A murder within our congregation!”
“You yourself may have become a target, sir. It would be wise to seek refuge in a safe place for now.”
“We will protect you.”
Edel stepped forward before the disciples and implored Dominic earnestly.
“Dominic, sir. Please allow us to tend to you. The Lamb must first be examined to determine what poison was used. If you would entrust the body to us….”
A polite refusal fell from his lips.
“That won’t be necessary, Edel.”
Dominic’s gaze descended with a peculiar anticipation in his eyes.
Anticipation? That couldn’t be right….
Edel blinked rapidly without thinking.
Had she misread the moment?
Doubting herself, she followed the direction of his gaze.
The delicate face lay dead as if in slumber.
Those tightly closed eyes would never open again.
And yet.
Edel’s breath caught as something unfolded before her eyes.
Color bloomed across the pallid face.
The chest rose and fell with breath, and the parted lips drew air in and released it.
Then, slowly, the eyelids lifted.
Like someone waking from a sweet slumber, drowsy eyes turned toward Edel.
Edel stared, her soul suspended.
They were innocent and pure eyes.
The Lamb gazed silently for a long moment before offering a gentle smile.
At last, the Lamb spoke.
“It’s all right, Edel.”
As if forgiving everything.
In that moment of hearing such tender words, a tremor of revelation surged from the depths of her being.
He had known all along.
That I attempted to poison him.
That he would resurrect himself.
This was truly a miracle of God.
Edel trembled as she opened her mouth.
“Resurrection….”
She cried out as if struck by lightning.
“The Lamb has received the miracle and risen again!”

***
Resurrection—dying before one’s eyes and coming back to life—was a method I had found quite useful when pursuing the cult leader route.
A single resurrection would sweep away all internal conflicts within the sect, and boundless support would crystallize around me.
However, there was a prerequisite: I had to resurrect before the believers’ eyes, which meant I couldn’t use this method until I could designate the resurrection point as the altar itself.
But I had Dominic, and he moved exactly as I desired.
I finished the remaining tea and died.
Since I was already dead, I took the opportunity to carefully observe how the system window appeared this time.
You have died.
You will resurrect before Doctor Dominic’s eyes.
The system window didn’t go haywire like it had the first time I died.
But it appeared cleanly, as if this were the natural way of resurrection, which was unsettling in its own right.
I opened my eyes smoothly.
The Reception Room was filled with believers gathered like clouds.
Edel stood at the very front, trembling with shock, her eyes wide open.
It was a most satisfying reaction.
I drove the nail home for her.
“It’s alright, Edel.”
I know everything, but I’m letting it slide. So do your part well.
As I delivered the line with that general sentiment, Edel’s reaction became even more satisfied.
She proclaimed my resurrection before all the believers.
“The Lamb has received a miracle and been resurrected!”
Thank you, Cult Leader.
Having achieved an officially sanctioned resurrection as the cult leader, I offered silent gratitude in my heart.
This was the first time I’d used resurrection in the journalist route, and the effect was far better than expected.
I immediately became a VVIP of the Apostles of the Void and was treated with the utmost care.
Edel clung to my side, attending to me alongside a banquet laid out so lavishly the table legs might snap.
Even when I politely declined, she refused to leave my side.
Her attire made me deeply uncomfortable, but I accepted her service lest refusing spark another hostile relationship.
“To have failed to recognize someone so precious and caused you such hardship… Please, I beg your forgiveness, Lamb.”
She even let tears show as she spoke.
I quickly comforted her before she began crying in earnest.
“No, not at all. Everyone makes mistakes.”
“Ah, such compassion!”
Edel wiped away her tears and gazed at me with even more fervent eyes.
I felt proportionally more burdened….
“How wonderful it would be if you joined our sect. There is boundless knowledge of the stars I wish to share with you. But such words must be burdensome to hear so soon. How about touring our sect’s interior today? If you have any questions, please ask anything at all.”
She was endearing, her voice like a lark’s chirping.
But knowing what those hands—the hands of a human sacrifice professional—were capable of doing made my unease far greater.
I awkwardly accepted food from the expert in human offerings, glancing sideways at Dominic.
While I was being treated to the banquet, Dominic was conversing with the believers.
She was desperate to feed me something, but when Dominic declined once, she never pressed the matter again.
Everyone seemed to fear Dominic.
As if he were sacred ground that one dared not touch.
With Dominic absent, the timing felt opportune.
I swallowed the food Edel had given me and lowered my voice to ask.
“But Edel, how did you come to receive treatment from Dominic?”
At that, Edel laughed sweetly.
“It’s actually a secret from outsiders… but you’re special, so I’ll tell you.”
She leaned close, her lips near my ear. Her breath sent a chill down my spine.
“Everyone in Mornveil has received treatment from Doctor Dominic. Not a single person was left out.”
“…What?”
I pulled away and looked at her. Edel’s eyes were clouded and distant.
“He summoned us. To his Clinic.”
She gazed up at me and whispered.
“We are all his patients, dear one.”

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