episode_0013

When did it start to spin?

“…Probability of returning to Earth… roll the dice…”

Yoo Dahee’s eyes were half-closed.

Rolling the dice over and over again.

A long time ago, in the unfathomable universe beyond where foreign news and ancient great beings seemed to tread, Yoo Dahee spun the dice with only one hope in mind.

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The summoning ritual recorded in the Necronomicon was a means to summon those extraterrestrial beings with Earth’s coordinates as the reference point. And its counterpart was a banishment ritual to send them back to the outer realms. Of course, from Yoo Dahee’s experience, the majority of beings banished in a flash were absolute nuisances… Ironically, Yoo Dahee pinned her hopes on them.

Reverse-engineering the ritual, dissecting and reassembling it meticulously. Instead of summoning foreign entities to Earth, she forcibly brought something from Earth to this side through a transposition ritual, then obtained the coordinates. And rather than sending the target back using the obtained coordinates, she would banish herself to that location.

-That was the plan.

But the process was never smooth.

What comprised the majority of the planetary components of Earth? Days when seawater or chunks of rock were summoned were routine. However, considering the possibility of mistakenly banishing Maria or a reef if water or rocks overlapped, she endured and endured.

If an object accidentally overlapped, it could be instant death without any chance to react.

Extreme caution was necessary.

Useless things in the extraterrestrial realm were confirmed for the stability of the ritual and sent back.

… The banishment was successful. There was no issue in banishing everything from a small fingernail-sized object to someone the same size as Yoo Dahee.

However, the problem still remained—the probability of what Yoo Dahee desired appearing…

Endless meditation, and the probability of summoning an object on the surface as a result of it, were actualized through dice… It was truly despair incarnate.

[The probability of summoning an object on the Earth’s surface is… (1/20)^1924.]

[Specify the target face of the 20-sided die.]

[….1]

An alert that the probability of getting 1 consecutively 1924 times is equivalent to that of a 20-sided die.

However, Yoo Da-hee clenched his teeth and, seemingly happy, threw the dice of meditation.

“Damn it, damn it all, until now, the probability has been practically non-existent.”

[Dice roll…!]

[…..On the 5th roll of 1D20, a 16 came up.]

[Obtained seawater (deep groundwater).]

…But zero and non-existence are fundamentally different.

With hope, Yoo Da-hee continued the endless repetition.

…For countless hours.

[Roll 1924 D20s…]

It’s been a year, how many times have I rolled?

[Roll 1924 D20s…]

It’s been 10 years, doubts began to arise in his mind.

Could it be that what I’m spinning right now isn’t actually Earth, but rather a rocky planet in another dimension with water?

[Roll 1924 D20s…]

It’s been 100 years… for the first time, something other than water or rock was summoned.

“Darn… litter… Who the hell dumped this…”

He threw it at Oldwon passing by, which led to a fight.

…What a terrible person.

[Roll 1924 D20s…]

1000… No, how much time has actually passed? An immeasurable amount of time was passing by.

And he realized.

Hope is the worst among all evils.

Where else could there be something as evil as unfulfilled hope,

It was said that those who live only with hope will starve to death, but unfortunately, Yoo Da-hee’s body had already departed on a long journey.

His body, which received great attention from foreign media, did not die, and madness was also not allowed.

The spirit, trained through the acceptance of necronomicon in his mind and the unreachable contact with foreign media, was truly immutable.

[Roll 1924 D20s…]

He rolls.

[Roll 1924 D20s…]

He rolls again.

[Roll 1924 D20s…]

Rolling the dice…

But would even an insane mind become unsteady once it surpasses a certain level? Before Yudahee’s unfocused eyes, something thudded down in front of her as she rolled the dice with dilated pupils.

It was just an ordinary, unremarkable piece of rock… or so she thought. It turned out to be anything but that.

There lay a piece of asphalt with yellow stripes drawn across it right before Yudahee’s eyes.

She wondered if she was seeing a hallucination, or perhaps her spirit, which had casually shrugged off even the mental assaults from foreign powers, was finally crumbling. However, the trembling sensation in her hand, the distinct texture of the asphalt, and the burning rubbery smell were all too real.

It was a first.

After countless attempts, at the very end of her forsaken hope, the opportunity she longed for had finally arrived.

[1924th …1]

The final dice that had finally emerged bolstered her certainty, and she screamed into the void.

“Ahahaha!”

Her hopeful cry filled the silent emptiness.

From now on, it was a race against time.

Setting coordinates about 2 meters above the spot where the asphalt had flown… twisting the space to forcibly eject herself.

Foreign powers, taken aback by the sudden sound, turned their heads, soon realizing what Yudahee had set in motion.

[Catch her – Catch her!]

[Our savior is fleeing – The liberator is escaping -]

[Don’t go, don’t go, don’t go, I’ll kill you, I’ll kill you – Hate you, hate you, hate you -]

But it was already too late.

The last thing they saw was Yudahee, fingers flicking the air, hurling herself into the rippling space.

“Goodbye, you filthy bastards. Let’s not meet again.”

And thus, Yudahee… returned.

*****

The Bureau of Complete Chaos was grappling with an unprecedented task.

The cause was the enormous hole pierced through the foundation planet of that arena.

They tried everything to revive the planet, but it was futile.

It began to collapse under its own gravity.

Mikaela, gazing at it, was also engulfed in silence.

It was possible to forcibly hold the collapsing planet with her divine power, but that was akin to using necromancy to move a decaying corpse.

…It was a planet infused with blessings obtained through the cooperation of various gods under the watchful eye of the Administration Bureau, along with an immense amount of divine power poured into it.

In terms of sheer investment, it might not have been the largest-scale facility in the galaxy… At that moment, Gabriel, who had been dispatched, returned.

“Wow… The participants in the arena were in complete disarray, weren’t they? Those who died from the first strike were at least spared, but those who survived in the back deteriorated as if they had turned into hamsters or something. Licking the ground and spinning wheels in the air…”

The divine dignitaries stepped forward to begin treatment, but even with their utmost efforts, it would take at least a month to restore them to normal. Furthermore, since the incident occurred in the arena, all the treatment costs had to be borne by the Administration Bureau. Of course, compared to the complete destruction of the planet, the cost was negligible.

“Well, how many beings are there that could cause such an event… The observational results are as expected.”

A grayish noise rippled from Gabriel’s fingertips.

“The remnants of the great ancient being, the Great Old One.”

“…Has the identity been confirmed?”

“It’s obvious when you see holes punched through a planet like that. The weaver of galaxies, At’lar Nacha.”

A monstrous spider that couldn’t exist according to the laws of physics unless dozens of Earth-like planets were stacked vertically just to reach its height. Commonly known as the Weaver of Galaxies, At’lar Nacha.

“…I thought it had ceased activity long ago and disappeared to an unobservable corner of the universe… Was that not the case?”

With such sudden actions, Michaela’s mind became complicated.

Was it a full-fledged invasion beyond the confines of the universe? It seemed not.

If that were truly the case, rather than destroying planets, they would have made them their bases and sent down countless offspring.

“…In the end, everything is known by that contractor, Yoo Da-hee.”

“Shall we apprehend?”

Gabriel sought Michaela’s consent with a cold, serious gaze rather than a mischievous one, but it did not come to pass.

Michaela shook her head, her eyes holding the possibility of “what if.”

“Gabriel mentioned before, when an overwhelming divine being is behind it, nothing can be seen.”

“Is that At’arak Nacha?”

“If we were to easily provoke him, At’arak Nacha might reveal himself once again.”

If the fear he had felt through his omnipotence was the source… it was a dangerous encounter.

Even in the current Heavenly Council, facing At’arak Nacha would be an absolute standoff, but winning was not a conceivable outcome.

At best, pushing back was all that could be achieved.

That was the nature of the Great Old One.

To desire more than that would undoubtedly result in significant harm, which was never the right choice.

“Instead, I will raise Yoo Da-hee’s surveillance level to Grade 2. Enter into a Grade 2 monitoring system and keep a close watch.”

A grade suitable for dealing with the madness of a tainted divine being rampaging through the galaxy.

It might be excessive for an ordinary human, but Michael believed it was absolutely necessary.

“So, how will participation in future matches proceed? If he causes another incident like this one, there will be no solution. The divine beings will all withdraw.”

“…Ideally, it goes against fairness, but we have no choice… We’ll have to impose restrictions on him. Of course, he must agree as well.”

“It’s like putting a bell around a cat’s neck.”

“Otherwise, we’ll have to prohibit his participation altogether.”

If he were to refuse everything and attempt to summon At’arak Nacha again… preparing for an all-out battle and swiftly killing him was also an option.

“And what about the arena? It won’t be easy to find a place after that kind of destruction.”

“As for the location… I have a place in mind.”

“…Did you secretly set up a separate location, taken from the management bureau?”

Michael, who was strict about principles, wouldn’t do such a thing, but Gabriel asked just in case.

“It’s not related to the management bureau.”

“…..?”

As Gabriel looked at him with questioning eyes, the door at the back swung open, and someone leaped in.

“Prepare to face me! You pitiful ones from the management bureau!”

The horned girl raised both hands and smiled widely.

“The demon lord of Manmaeon Company will be your savior!”