episode_0015

“Ouch…!”

Dike was taken aback by Yoo Da-hee’s sudden appearance without any warning.

And as Dike was startled by the abrupt entrance, the suppressed comments were…

[Come here and take a look at this, I’ll show you something amazing.]

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ㄴWow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Damn, wow!

ㄴIs this… the accumulated malice of humanity?

ㄴIs this reality…? Is this really happening…?

It was something filled with the warned grandmother’s pictures from the previous post.

“This, this is a mistake! A mistake! These weird things keep getting posted here…!”

Yoo Da-hee’s gaze upon Dike’s flustered figure was not filled with contempt or anything of that sort, but rather with a strange curiosity.

“Tactical… nuke? Hm… to this extent?”

As Yoo Da-hee appeared like that, a suspicion brushed through Dike’s mind.

No way—my contractor, is that their taste…!

Goosebumps rose on Dike’s arms, and at the same time, Yoo Da-hee’s actions up until now came to mind.

It all seemed rather odd.

Despite lying on the sofa in such a defenseless state similar to his own goddess, what drew attention wasn’t this beautiful body, but those grotesque photos in that gallery…!

Seeing Yoo Da-hee smiling like a child who had found something interesting, Dike felt an inexplicable unease.

Could it be… a +50 is considered safe…!

Human desires for beauty vary greatly and are divided into thousands of different preferences based on individual tastes, but even considering that, Yoo Da-hee’s preference was clearly straddling abnormal boundaries.

While Dike’s eyes wavered with primitive fear emerging from instinct, Yoo Da-hee reached out and gently pushed the screen forward.

Countless posts of devotees visible in the background.

Even though there were many devotees, it was extremely rare for the gallery to become so active, and the temporary suspension of the arena seemed to have acted as a catalyst.

And the posts about Yoo Da-hee that triggered this situation were also exploding.

From simple question posts to analyses of Yoo Da-hee’s arena activities, and those trying to dig into her personal life, a variety of characters were gathered, and amidst them, Yoo Da-hee chuckled.

“Can ordinary people see this too?”

“Um… a place only permitted contract holders and dignitaries can see, right?”

“No regular folks, huh?”

Thinking it over, Deke nodded in recollection of his entry qualifications.

“But did I… ever get authorization?”

He probably hadn’t, but before he could finish that thought, Yoo Dahee settled into her seat and snatched the hologram displayed in front of Deke.

“I’ve seen a lot of things I shouldn’t have and touched plenty I shouldn’t have either. It’s all a piece of cake.”

Yoo Dahee spoke lightly as if it was nothing, but could it really be so? Deke’s eyes trembled.

“Come to think of it, those dignitaries… were quite a nuisance.”

That’s why they staged a dramatic escape on a truck, refusing to show their faces and even resorting to various insults in the gallery.

Accepting without reciprocating goes against the Korean sense of justice. If you receive, you return in kind.

If harmony between East and West is such an excellent principle, then surely the recipients will be satisfied as well.

Well, they might not want it, but what can you do?

Life doesn’t usually go as planned, which is why this world is beautiful, isn’t it?

“Deke, what’s better than a child?”

“More… like a child?”

A simple meme that Deke knew well.

In that case—

“What’s better than a grandmother?”

“More… like a grandmother? What, what’s going on? What are you doing! That’s my account! It’s my account!”

Struggling to wrestle the hologram from Yoo Dahee, Deke couldn’t possibly overcome her overwhelming physical prowess.

“Ow!”

After gently pushing Deke’s arms behind his back and covering his eyes with one hand, the sound seemed louder than it actually was, probably because of the plush sofa in the 1-point penthouse. He didn’t seem to be in much pain.

“Really, such a drama queen.”

As Yoo Dahee pressed the post button, a sentence popped into her mind.

Even the Great Old Ones found it repulsive enough to wrinkle their brows and leave, just by seeing or hearing it.

Surely, right now, the dignitaries looking at this board must be absolutely thrilled.

She meticulously wrote down a single line engraved in the necronomicon.

First Section:

Words and sentences are gradually changing.

It’s a response to the annoyance I’ve caused.

Take it, a sincere external punch-.

Ttok.

…..

And the gallery exploded.

Second Section:

Basically, the divine gallery is set up with anonymity as the default, but the majority were using nicknames.

The reason was simple.

Would such egoistic divines engage in such petty behavior as hiding themselves?

Of course, there were some who did hide, but among the countless posts that flooded the gallery every day, there was one post that stood out.

It was something most divines in this gallery had been eagerly anticipating.

“It’s here! It’s here!”

The author of the post, [Dicke Astraia.]

The goddess who caused an unprecedented incident at the recent arena and signed a contract with Yoo Da-hee, the winner of the arena.

Amidst various hints and memes floating around, Dicke’s post finally appeared.

Isn’t it natural for the winner of the arena to want to boast at least once?

Moreover, on the day of the contract… immediately entering the arena and winning, except for the main match sealed once, with a penalty attached?

And all of this isn’t some fiction or play put on by some insane divine..?

Some goddesses’ desire was a story even more unrealistic than the 20cm-close contractee.

I couldn’t stand it…!

Given that such cases had never occurred before, it was natural for the attention of the divine beings to be focused on it.

Contrary to expectations that the vitic concentration would be strong enough to pierce through space, there was nothing written in the title of the article.

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It was filled only with a mysterious blank.

Nevertheless, regardless of that, the article’s views were explosively increasing, and it seemed like it wasn’t just waiting for itself.

What on earth could have been written—wondering about it, at the moment I was about to click,

[Kyaaaah!]… articles with the same title began to be explosively produced.

A rapid glisten that buried Dike’s article below.

Even though numerous articles were flowing in the gallery due to the divine beings being able to write with simple thoughts, this was definitely abnormal.

[Omnipotent Akarat, protect me with eternal light. Omnipotent Akarat…]

[Mom… I’m cold… Where am I…?]

[Wuwek, gwueeeeek, wueeeeeek!]

[There’s a liar ahead. There’s a liar ahead. There’s a…]

What is this…

The cause was clear.

[ ] – Dike Astraea.

Everyone started acting strange after reading that.

Ordinary humans might feel fear and give up or try to figure out what’s going on in other ways when faced with something they can’t understand, but would these damn proud divine beings do such a bothersome thing?

“What’s going on?”

“I should taste it too.”

And the moment I clicked on the article—

̴̴̨̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙̩͚̠̦̹͎͔̭̫̙̺̭͉̣̺͑̒̌̈̽͆͊̓͆̾̌̄͌̍̓̔̓͘͜͠, ̷̢̡̨̣͓͎̼̝̹̼͇̮̙̻͖̠͌̅̐̽̊̐͌͗͑͜͜ ̴̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙͑̒̌̈̑̋̓̓̚ ̶͈̞̺̜̟͓̬̟̼̼̯̩̪̽̽ ̷͔͎̼̭̹͈̰̹͈̬̜̹̦̐̽̊̐͌͗͑͜͜ ̴̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙͑̒̌̈ ̴̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙͑̒̌̈ ̸̴̻͖̠͌̅̐̽̊̐͌͗͑͜͜ ̴̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙͑̒̌̈̑̋̓̓̚ ̶͈̞̺̜̟͓̬̟̼̼̯̩̪̽̽ ̷͔͎̼̭̹͈̰̹͈̬̜̹̦̐̽̊̐͌͗͑͜͜ ̴̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙͑̒̌̈ ̸̴ ̴̨̩͚̠̦̹͎͔̭̫̙̺̭͉̣̺̐̽̊̐͌͗͑̽͆͊̓͆̾̌̄͌̍̓̔̓͘͜͜͜͠, ̷̢̡̨̣͓͎̼̝̹̼͇̮̙̻͖̠͌̅̐̽̊̐͌͗͑͜͜ ̴̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙͑̒̌ ̴̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙͑̒̌̈ ̸̴ ̴̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙͑̒̌ ̴̴̨̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙̩͚̠̦̹͎͔̭̫̙̺̭͉̣̺͑̒̌̈̽͆͊̓͆̾̌̄͌̍̓̔̓͘͜͠, ̷̢̡̨̣͓͎̼̝̹̼͇̮̙̻͖̠͌̅̐̽̊̐͌͗͑͜͜ ̴̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙͑̒̌̈̑̋̓̓̚ ̶͈̞̺̜̟͓̬̟̼̼̯̩̪̽̽ ̷͔͎̼̭̹͈̰̹͈̬̜̹̦̐̽̊̐͌͗͑͜͜ ̴̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙͑̒̌̈ ̴̨̩͚̠̦̹͎͔̭̫̙̺̭͉̣̺̐̽̊̐͌͗͑̽͆͊̓͆̾̌̄͌̍̓̔̓͘͜͜͜͠, ̷̢̡̨̣͓͎̼̝̹̼͇̮̙̻͖̠͌̅̐̽̊̐͌͗͑͜͜ ̸̴̈̑̋̓̓̚ ̶͈̞̺̜̟͓̬̟̼̼̯̩̪̽̽ ̷̴̨͔͎̼̭̹͈̰̹͈̬̜̹̦̩͚̠̦̹͎͔̭̫̙̺̭͉̣̺̐̽̊̐͌͗͑̽͆͊̓͆̾̌̄͌̍̓̔̓͘͜͜͜͠, ̴̴̨̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙̩͚̠̦̹͎͔̭̫̙̺̭͉̣̺͑̒̌̈̽͆͊̓͆̾̌̄͌̍̓̔̓͘͜͠, ̷̢̡̨̣͓͎̼̝̹̼͇̮̙̻͖̠͌̅̐̽̊̐͌͗͑͜͜ ̴̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙͑̒̌ ̷̢̡̨̣͓͎̼̝̹̼͇̮̙

Realizing the mistake, a scream involuntarily erupted from deep within.

[AAAAHHH!]

The deities inadvertently submitted their writing, letting out a scream that echoed through the depths of the heavens.

And the chain reaction continued…

“What’s going on?”

“I should try it too.”

It relentlessly continued through the gallery.

The deities’ greed knows no bounds,

repeating the same mistake.

[AAAAHHH!]

“네크로노미콘 is indeed reliable in its performance,” said Yoo Da-hee, with a satisfied smile creeping up on her lips… However, her eyes were moving swiftly.

Amid the bursting posts in the gallery, she continued her search, looking for anything unusual among the writings, or perhaps for something missing from past entries that she desired.

“Um… Shouldn’t you release me now…? My arm feels numb…! Like… like I’ve turned into a shrimp…!”

Though Deke’s exaggeration was audible, she lightly dismissed it.

Reflect on the misdeeds you have committed thus far.

Consider it payback.

Yoo Da-hee hadn’t committed such an act without any thought. It was merely a side effect of wanting to partially rebel against the gods who had been bothering her: “I just want to half-heartedly rebel against the gods who have been bothering me…” It was an action taken because there was something she desired.

From the very beginning, when she was thrown into outer space and until her return to Earth, numerous thoughts raced through her mind, but one purpose remained deeply ingrained in her heart: she wanted to find out about Necronomicon and locate the person who had entrusted her with the translation. However, after being missing for a long time, she was declared dead, and as a result, everything about Yoo Da-hee vanished. Her place of residence, and possibly some accounts that might have been left as backups, all disappeared, labeled as “[Membership terminated according to terms and conditions].”

Nothing was left, but she still held one conviction: the conversation with that guy, which she couldn’t forget.

■ [Oops! Are you okay?]

□ [Yes?]

■ [Oh, nothing, hehe]

At that time, she didn’t understand, but he clearly knew. A regular human would go insane if they read it. …That’s probably why the review teams, whom she had asked to inspect parts of the translation, all fell silent.

Yoo Da-hee was certain. Even though he knew that, anyone who casually sent those files must be a deity, or undoubtedly connected to one. So, she decided to stir up trouble in the place where the most deities gathered. Even if it was just one person. She caused a commotion in the gallery, hoping that someone would recognize the content of the post.

And her actions fit in so perfectly.

Yoo Dahee, so you really are alive, huh? Hehe. – Anonymous (1.11)

Found you, you little punk.