I'm a Young God, so Please Raise Me - Chapter 8

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Chapter 8
I narrowed my eyes, wondering what kind of ending this could possibly be, and peered at the system window.
No miracle occurred that would suddenly transform the ■ symbols into legible text.
The other system window that appeared in succession was equally incomprehensible.
‘Han Go-yo’ has made their name known to Akasha!
Current recognition: 0.02%
Recognition?
I had no idea to whom my name had become known, or why my recognition had risen by such a trivial 0.01%.
I was examining the system window from every angle when it happened.
Suddenly, Smiley before my eyes began to melt into a shimmering rainbow-colored liquid.
There was no time to do anything about it.
In an instant, as Smiley dissolved completely, multiple beams of light shot forth from the collapsed factory.
Like a meteor shower, the beams of light converged with the rainbow-colored liquid.
And Smiley vanished.
Leaving behind only an unfamiliar candy.
I slowly bent my knees and picked up the candy.
Happy Smile Candy: Consuming it fills you with happiness and laughter.
The rainbow-colored candy was shaped like Smiley’s face.
As I stood there dazed, holding the candy in my hand, another system window appeared.
You feel compelled to consume this immediately.
When I forcibly accepted that earlier system window, I had harbored a certain expectation.
I had wondered if perhaps Smiley and the toys would transform into items I could carry outside….
But I never imagined it would proceed in this manner.
I stared at the candy for a moment, then carefully placed it in my inventory.
The Trial 【Happy Smile Factory】 has been cleared.
The Trial will be permanently closed in 80 seconds.
“This, this is the true ending, right?”
I turned to look at Mo Hae-in. She gazed at me with trembling eyes after reading the system window and asked.
“It is the true ending, isn’t it? My eyes aren’t deceiving me…. Permanent closure….”
A true ending of a Trial carried special significance.
It meant the permanent closure of the Trial and the return of all survivors.
Trials cleared through true endings were never regenerated, and they expelled all people trapped within them.
All those who had been trapped in the Trial until now, their mutated bodies fully restored to their original state.
In the case of Haspack, the employees who had been working in the factory would be rescued.
A true ending was the only method to save survivors trapped within a Trial, but its difficulty was nearly impossible, and successful cases were extremely rare.
When I first began the Archive’s game, the NPC informed me that there were only nine successful cases worldwide.
“Yes, it is a true ending.”
I offered Mo Hae-in a slight smile and extended my congratulations.
“You’ve worked hard, Captain.”
“….”
Mo Hae-in stared at me blankly. In that moment, her face contorted, and she turned her head away roughly.
The nape of her neck, flushed from emotional agitation, became visible.
Mo Hae-in was not the type to display her emotions so openly.
I averted my gaze elsewhere until she had calmed down somewhat.
Fortunately, Mo Hae-in soon returned to her usual demeanor.
Having regained her composure, she spoke in a slow, whispered tone.
“…Thank you.”
After leaving this place, I was uncertain how to explain myself, but at least it seemed I wouldn’t be treated as a smuggler.
Just then, a system window materialized.
You are the greatest contributor to the Happy Smile Factory.
You may take ‘1’ item with you.
When clearing a true ending or specific ending, those with high contribution receive items from the trial.
In the case of Haspack, only the greatest contributor could obtain items.
Without hesitation, I selected the Happy Smile Candy.
Mo Hae-in seemed curious about what I had chosen, but she did not ask.
It appeared she had no intention of asking, knowing there would be plenty of time for interrogation ahead.
After 80 seconds elapsed, the scenery before my eyes crumpled with the system window’s termination notification, dyeing everything in various neon colors.
I emerged from the trial.

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The place where Haspack had hatched was an abandoned factory site.
Scattered throughout the abandoned factory, cordoned off with police tape, were people of all kinds lying unconscious.
The wind was biting. Clad only in a white short-sleeved shirt and gray training pants, I reached to rub my forearms with my hands before stifling a groan.
I bore minor wounds scattered across my body, including an injured thigh.
‘Had this been a game, it would have been a no-hit clear.’
There was certainly a vast difference between clicking away with keyboard and mouse and actually moving one’s body.
Despite exercising diligently every day without fail, I felt acutely aware of my physical limitations.
Achieving a no-hit clear with only the basic physical abilities granted in the game was impossible.
‘If I’m dragged to Sidaecheong, they’ll at least treat my wounds, right…?’
Since things had come to this, my plan was to have Sidaecheong help me grasp my current situation more concretely and to impose upon them for food, clothing, and shelter for a time.
Looking around, I spotted Mo Hae-in awakening in the distance.
She stood out quite noticeably among the civilians in her Sidaecheong uniform.
I was limping toward her when—
“Don’t move.”
A cool sensation pressed against my neck. Rolling my eyes to check, I confirmed it was a military fixed-blade knife.
‘Ah, Park Sung-gyeon.’
I had forgotten about him.
I couldn’t help but let out a short, hollow laugh.
“You’re laughing? Damn it, Go-yo. Is this funny right now?”
“Should I cry instead?”
“…What?”
My casual tone caught Park Sung-gyeon off guard for a moment.
I looked down at Park Sung-gyeon. He still saw me as a docile, gentle university student.
“Park Sung-gyeon!”
Mo Hae-in, now fully alert, aimed her gun and issued a warning.
“Last chance. Back off.”
Yet her gun barrel trembled faintly.
Mo Hae-in had shouldered the brunt of the attacks during the boss fight at Haspack.
She was in a state that warranted an ambulance ride without delay.
Park Sung-gyeon, by contrast, was perfectly fine.
While Mo Hae-in and I ran ourselves ragged, he had simply hidden and waited for the clear—naturally.
“Captain Mo Hae-in!”
Park Sung-gyeon, well aware of this fact, smirked openly.
“I’m giving you a chance too. Hand over the Black Moon Blade.”
“Aren’t you afraid of Sidaecheong?”
“No, not at all.”
“How much were you paid? If it’s money, I can give you more….”
“Ha, Mo Hae-in, Mo Hae-in.”
“….”
“Don’t you understand? Hand over the Black Moon Blade!”
A blade swept across my neck. A thin crimson line appeared.
And while Mo Hae-in and Park Sung-gyeon struggled, I was.
You know that ‘Park Sung-gyeon (Sample)’ will not keep the hostages alive.
You are enraged by his insolent behavior.
You contemplate how to educate a dog that dares not recognize its master and bites.
A suitable method suddenly occurs to you!
You become curious about ‘Execution’.
I was reading through the system windows that kept appearing relentlessly.
I couldn’t fathom why Execution was being pushed so insistently.
‘By the feel of it, it doesn’t sound like something good.’
But at this rate, I’d lose the Black Moon Blade and bleed out.
Blood continued to seep from my thigh.
‘Park Sung-gyeon Execution.’
You execute ‘Park Sung-gyeon (Sample)’. This decision is irreversible and will cause permanent changes to Akasha.
Will you execute ‘Park Sung-gyeon (Sample)’?
A choice appeared.
– Yes.
– Execute him.
– Dooo it!
Even as my vision blurred, I laughed at how absurd the system window was.
“Park Sung-gyeon.”
Park Sung-gyeon, who had been locked in confrontation with Mo Hae-in, startled and looked toward me.
I smiled weakly and spoke.
“Last chance. Let her go.”
“Has this bastard lost his mind…?”
For some reason, Park Sung-gyeon’s voice trembled shallowly.
As if he were gripped by fear.
I selected ‘Do it!’
‘Park Sung-gyeon (Sample)’ is being executed!
A fanfare blared. It was an extraordinarily cheerful sound, the kind that should have scattered confetti.
Followed by the sound of fireworks.
No, not fireworks…
It was the sound of Park Sung-gyeon’s head exploding.
The shattered remains transformed into golden light, scattering like stars across the space, glittering brilliantly.
The headless body, too, crumbled into golden dust in its wake.
Beyond the glimmering particles, Mo Hae-in came into view.
She stood rigid, her gun trained forward.
Until every speck of light vanished, she simply faced me in silence.
Her gun barrel never wavering.
‘This is bad.’
I had thought Park Sung-gyeon might die, but I never expected it to be disposed of so spectacularly.
Not within a Trial, but outside one—such a bizarre phenomenon.
‘This is far too suspicious.’
Troubled, cold sweat beaded on my spine, yet the system window displayed only a convenient rectangle.
Currently registered characters: ‘0’.
You wish to register ‘Mo Hae-in’ as a new character.
I ignored the system window fluttering before my eyes and parted my lips.
“Captain…?”
It was the moment I called out to her cautiously.
“Captain Mo Hae-in? Did you break out of the Trial?”
I turned around.
The air tore open, and a man in a Sidaecheong uniform sprang forth.
He possessed a tall frame and a lean, muscular build.
His dyed red hair scattered messily in the wind.
The man, planting his military boots on the ground, leaned on one leg and grinned mischievously.
“What took you so long to crawl out? Our Captain Mo.”
The smile vanished from the man’s face.
His hardened gaze swept across the Abandoned Factory.
Hundreds of people scattered throughout, unconscious. He immediately grasped what this meant.
The man spoke in a low, grave voice.
“Hae-in, is this the true ending?”
I couldn’t confirm it while looking at the man, but Mo Hae-in behind me seemed to nod in response.
The man stood motionless for a moment, at a loss for words.
I knew who he was.
Gwak Han-muk, Captain. Team leader of Field Team 3 at the Trial Response Agency.
Along with Mo Hae-in, he was one of the most skilled operatives in the Sidaecheong.
‘As expected, Captain Gwak is quite tall.’
I wasn’t small myself, yet his eye level was considerably higher than mine.
As I observed Gwak Han-muk with curiosity, he too belatedly noticed me.
The moment he saw my injured state, Gwak Han-muk seemed to realize that I had contributed to the clear.
Just as Gwak Han-muk’s gaze sharpened, Mo Hae-in muttered softly.
“Living this long, there are times when I’m glad to see you, Han-muk.”
I started to turn around at her words but stopped short.
Whoosh.
Mo Hae-in wrapped her arms around my waist from behind.
It felt a bit excessive to call it a joyful back hug commemorating our escape from Haspack.
“Han-muk.”
Oh.
“Bind.”
The moment Mo Hae-in’s brief command fell, a long rosary extended with a sharp sound.
In the blink of an eye, I was wrapped tightly in Gwak Han-muk’s rosary.
Skillfully avoiding Mo Hae-in, he bound only me with the rosary, and as if that weren’t enough, he even placed new shackles on my hands.
Looking like an atrocious criminal, I stared at Mo Hae-in with bewildered eyes.
“Han Go-yo, I’m placing you under emergency arrest on suspicion of being a national catastrophe.”
She continued speaking rapidly.
“You cannot exercise your right to remain silent, you cannot retain counsel, and everything you say and do from this moment forward may be used against you in court.”
It was a Sidaecheong-style Miranda warning.
She concluded coldly, delivering lines I never thought I would hear.
“Knock him out.”
Light flashed from the rosary.
I lost consciousness.

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