The Celestial Maiden’s Young Master in Another World - Chapter 2

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Episode 2. Gacha Fails Because It’s Gacha
Seonnyeo once told me this.
Gods, as a rule, are boring, tedious, and rigid.
Generally inflexible, they look down on her for lacking dignity, for being vulgar and crude.
So what about the god of this world?
It’s possible their nature differs because it’s a different world, but… I doubt it. I don’t think the god here would be all that different.
Then would that god even like Seonnyeo suddenly barging into his world?
‘Of course not.’
So how could she possibly try to get entangled with this world anyway?
She might not just be disliked—she could be outright rejected.
But there’s no god here!
If the god truly is absent, this was an opportunity.
A chance to make a move while the god is gone—a chance to compete with that ‘god’ somehow!
Right. If she has no roots in this world, she just needs to cling to it and tangle herself up in it one way or another.
For instance, by taking the same name as the god who currently vacated this position!
‘It won’t be that easy, but the god here has disappeared, right? Since Seonnyeo also has divine status, couldn’t the world get confused if she shares the same name?’
Or so I reasoned.
‘Even if that doesn’t work, naming herself the way this world does could actually be an unexpectedly effective method!’
I kept listing reasons why Seonnyeo needed to change her name.
‘Hmm…? Really?’
In the end, persuasion successful.
She was skeptical, but I pushed through anyway.
‘But what if Elysian didn’t actually disappear?’
‘Can’t you sense whether the god is here or not?’
‘This god Elysian’s rank is too high for me to perceive clearly… but I do feel the god’s ‘traces’ at least.’
‘Let’s begin.’
No matter how much Divine Power has drained from her, if our Seonnyeo says it like that, then the god is gone.
So let’s try it!
‘Really? You’re really going to do it?’
‘Yes, yes, yes, yes. Absolutely. Come on, go! Even if it doesn’t work, go!’
Whether the god’s wrath makes her disappear or she gradually declines and fades away—
it’s the same thing, just a difference in speed. So we might as well try something.
And if the god really has vanished, our Seonnyeo could even act as regent for him—wouldn’t that be good for both of us?
Having rationalized it all away, I urged Seonnyeo forward.
‘But how do we go about renaming you?’
Right, I hadn’t thought that far ahead.
‘Well, couldn’t I just declare that I’ll use this name going forward?’
‘If it were that simple, wouldn’t all the petty spirits on Earth have renamed themselves after some great god by now?’
Seonnyeo raised an objection even as she played along with my rhythm.
‘I, Dan Mok Seonnyeo, hereby declare that my name shall henceforth be Elysian!’
Gulp.
Seonnyeo and I stared blankly at each other.
One second, two seconds, three seconds… ten seconds.
…Nothing changed, surprisingly.
‘It didn’t work!’
‘Tch.’
‘T-tch?!’
Seonnyeo’s cheeks flushed red and a snort burst from her nose.
‘Really, how ridiculous!’
At the words from behind me, I turned around sheepishly.
The servants had finished cleaning and were leaving.
‘I thought it would work.’
This should’ve counted as possession-based authorization. Wait—it should’ve worked, shouldn’t it?
‘Seonnyeo, should we try a different method to rename you… huh?’
Just as I was beginning to resign myself to this—
‘Oh!’
A soft, radiant glow began seeping from Seonnyeo.
Is it… working?
Seonnyeo’s form, which had been dim, began growing increasingly distinct.
It’s working…!
If before it had been a hazy 480p, now it was crystal-clear 4K.
—How is this even possible?
‘It worked!’
Yes!
I don’t understand why there was that time gap, but what matters is that it worked!
At least now I don’t have to worry about Seonnyeo disappearing.
—Divine Power is flowing in just from changing a single name? Does that make any sense?!
‘But it did work, didn’t it?’
—You’ve only gained enough Divine Power to avoid dissolution. The names may match now, but fundamentally you’re not the same entity.
‘Either way, it increased, didn’t it?’
—Ugh, seriously!
She was teasing, but Seonnyeo had a point.
Fundamentally, gods draw their power from Belief.
Especially major gods presiding over large religions—they receive that force of belief far more intensely.
Even though our Seonnyeo changed her name to Elysian, the fundamental difference means the faithful’s belief doesn’t easily return as power to her.
But!
‘I will make you a true god of this world, Seonnyeo!’
I know what Seonnyeo is capable of.
How to wield that power, how to earn trust—I know it all.
And our Seonnyeo is a deity who gives generously, repaying faith tenfold!
‘Long live Seonnyeo!’
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A goal took shape.
The grand plan: “Operation Perfect Elysian!”
For some reason, this world is currently without a god.
According to Seonnyeo, when a high-tier god vanishes abruptly, all sorts of problems tend to emerge.
—Each god has different abilities.
Just as people have their talents, so do gods—their own specialties.
The higher a god’s tier, the more people rely on that god’s particular gifts. Now imagine if that god suddenly disappeared.
Chaos would surely follow.
But if Seonnyeo gradually builds influence here, soothing this world’s turmoil?
Then even if the real Elysian returns, there’s a high chance they won’t push our Seonnyeo aside!
If she can fully absorb even a portion of Elysian’s divine station, then even when the original returns, Seonnyeo will have completely taken root in this world.
And another thing—
my own little god being praised by countless people?
That sounds incredible!
It’s not a loss for the people here either.
Because Seonnyeo is nothing short of light itself, a blessing.
Praise Seonnyeo and light fills your days; believe in Seonnyeo and wealth and jewels will follow. What could be better?
‘Hehehehe.’
—That’s strange.
Even with a goal set, there wasn’t much I could do right away.
And for good reason.
“Bababa!”
“What energy you have today, young master.”
I was just an infant who couldn’t even crawl yet…!
Sigh—when will I grow up?
My dedicated nursemaid Sonya cared for me with utmost devotion in place of my parents.
My mother and Cardinal, my father, seemed far too busy lately to find even spare moments to visit.
The reason was likely—
“Your Naming Ceremony is in just a week, young master. I’m so excited to see what name you’ll receive.”
—this Naming Ceremony.
I sucked eagerly on the Feeding Bottle Sonya put to my lips.
To grow faster, I had to eat more.
At first the formula tasted bland and unpleasant, but once I got used to it, it was quite good.
In any case, while I remained immobile, Seonnyeo gathered information by wandering throughout the house.
We couldn’t stray too far from each other, but even so, what we learned was quite valuable.
And so we discovered the truth.
This place wasn’t merely a medieval European fantasy world—it was a Medieval Fantasy world!
‘A fantasy world, I’m actually in a fantasy world…!’
—Woo Tak, you’ve lived quite the fantastical life yourself these past years, haven’t you?
‘Saint, no—Elyon! Modern fantasy and medieval fantasy are completely different genres!’
Right now, there isn’t much I can do.
So I started with something small: calling the saint by her name, Elyon, instead.
Linguistic power is not something to underestimate.
Elyon still seemed unmoved by my words.
This place where I was born, this nation, was called the Elyon Holy Empire—a vast theocratic state.
This world had actual saints, combat priests, mages, elves—everything!
‘A hybrid priest who wields both magic and sorcery… Oh!’
—Just grow up quickly, then.
‘*Sigh*… This is the very air of medieval fantasy!’
—Ugh.
Days passed as I nurtured my growing excitement about this fantasy world, and at last, the Naming Ceremony arrived.
A Naming Ceremony—a rite in which names are bestowed, as the characters themselves suggest.
A sacred ritual where Elyon grants her creations names imbued with blessings.
Three months had passed since my birth, and I’d wondered why I still had no name, but seeing the scale of the proceedings, it seemed this was a far more important ceremony than I’d realized.
‘Wow, I’ve never seen anything like this before. So many people coming to watch my naming.’
—You’re only three months old, so of course you’ve never seen this before.
‘That’s not what I mean. It’s just… I don’t think I was ever blessed by so many people before.’
—Yes. This world has been kind to Woo Tak, and I’m grateful for that.
An enormous number of people had gathered for me alone.
The great Prayer Hall filled with those who’d come to bless me.
My floating heart grew warm with anticipation.
In my twenty-seven years before this, only Elyon had blessed me with genuine sincerity.
I’d never been welcomed like this by family before.
I was genuinely happy.
Cradled in Mother’s arms, I looked around and saw a massive statue of a deity in the center of the Prayer Hall.
That must be Elyon.
And before it lay brilliantly blazing white flames. They looked profoundly sacred.
“Little one, that is the Holy Flame of Elyon. Today she will choose your name for you.”
A flame choosing a name—that’s quite novel.
Mother slowly approached the flame, still cradling me.
Wait, wait a moment. Mother? Isn’t that too close?
‘Aaaah! …Huh? It’s not hot?’
The white Holy Flame was not hot at all, even as we drew near.
So this is what fantasy fire is like?
Mother, smiling gently as she watched me open my eyes wide, laid me in a cradle positioned before the flames.
At that moment, drool suddenly dripped from the corners of Elyon’s mouth.
‘Yikes! That’s gross!!’
—Can’t we eat that? *Drool*.
‘What, what?!’
—That. The fire.
Why would we eat the fire?!
—That’s a mass of Divine Power. Enormous.
‘Huh. Really? Oh, it really is.’
The Divine Power contained within the Holy Flame now pulsed with a presence so overwhelming it was strange I hadn’t noticed it before.
So this is Elyon’s Holy Flame indeed.
‘Couldn’t we slip away and consume it after the ceremony?’
—Hmm. Let’s be patient for now.
As the Naming Ceremony began in earnest, three Name Slips were placed between me and the Holy Flame.
‘Are these my name options?’
Oh. I really can’t read any of it.
Why can I understand the words but not the written characters?
Elyon and I stared blankly at the papers covered in crooked script.
‘Shall we make a wager? Which name do you think will be chosen?’
—Eh? But we can’t even read the characters.
‘We just choose based on which one looks better, don’t we?’
—Fair enough. Then I’ll take the left one.
‘Ugh, we really don’t have the same taste. I’ll go with the right one.’
After settling our frivolous wager, Father the Cardinal began to recite the prayer of blessing.
“Elisyan, radiant source of light, glory ever-changing. Today your light embraces a new life….”
‘Radiant light? Changing glory? Are those attributes Elisyan possesses?’
-Probably. Seems like a god of light.
“In the beginning, Elisyan divided his own body in half to watch over us….”
My attention to the unfamiliar prayer lasted only so long.
As the endless, tedious litany wore on, we began to nod off.
“…Upon this world you have created, may the blessing of eternity’s ever-changing light fall….”
“…The world you have ordered is never the same, not for a single moment….”
“…The child’s first breath mingles with your breath, and the child’s first name rests beneath your name….”
‘Father, could you maybe summarize this in three sentences? For a human?’
It was endless. Truly, impossibly endless.
Elisyan had long since fallen asleep, eyes rolled back in her head.
I’d tried my best to stay awake for this important ceremony—the one where my name was being decided.
But a newborn’s eyelids were far heavier than I’d anticipated.
After what felt like twenty minutes of nodding off, I jerked awake.
A familiar voice spoke something crude, and sleep fled in an instant.
“How dare you! Where do you think you are?! Damn these heretic scum!!”
What? Mother?
I was genuinely shocked.
My mother’s gentle face had transformed into something monstrous and terrible.
Heretics? Don’t tell me she means Elisyan and me?!
I looked up urgently and found Elisyan dozing peacefully, blank-faced.
Mother’s gaze wasn’t on us either.
Then what was it?
Turning my eyes naturally in the direction of hers, I saw figures swathed entirely in black cloth.
Shards of stained glass lay scattered across the floor—it must have shattered at some point.
And the flame, which had been motionless until now, began to stir. It was moving toward me.
“Blubbering-waaah!”
‘Mother! This thing keeps coming at me!’
Mother! Look over here!!
It’s not hot, but it’s a little scary, okay?!
I flailed my tiny arms and legs desperately, calling out to her.
“The Heretic Inquisition—once called the Blood Executioners—have grown quite docile, it seems.”
What…?
Mother is a Blood Executioner? A member of the Heretic Inquisition?
Now that I looked closer, what Mother held in her hand was a Morning Star spiked with cruel thorns!
“Silence! Filthy heretics!”
My pupils trembled violently.
I… I don’t think you need to come over here, Mother.
This reincarnation is ruined.
I reflected bitterly to myself: I’d completely botched the family lottery.

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