episode_0017

Moving an unconscious person is more difficult than one might think.

When awake, they at least subconsciously try to maintain balance and distribute their weight, which somewhat helps. But if they’re not awake, that’s hardly possible.

If anything, it was more of a struggle, not less.

Even when trying to lift the stiffened body, it was impossible to tell whether it was a person or a plaster statue.

Yudahee grumbled that it would have been easier to carry a corpse from the arena. Those guys at least hung on the shoulders well. But with Deke and Adikia slung over the shoulders, their limbs stretched out at right angles, it was a comical sight, like a live-action cartoon.

It wasn’t rhythmic gymnastics, for crying out loud.

After getting them out of the entrance and laying them on the carpet in the living room in a human-like position, she thought, “They’ll support each other, and if one wakes up, they’ll figure it out themselves.” She felt like leaving them alone would be enough, but then…

Thud.

“Uweeeek.”

“Keh-keh-euek.”

“Chew…”

…It wasn’t over yet.

Watching the eruption of vomit from both sides, Yudahee felt curses rising involuntarily from within her.

The sight of vomit gushing out of both mouth and nose was truly shocking.

Why are there two phases popping out as if it’s some kind of twin raid boss? These vomits, flowing down their cheeks and throats like tears shed by a patriot mourning the loss of their country, soon covered their entire bodies.

Even Buddha, who gained enlightenment under the Bodhi tree, would surely have broken off a branch and stuffed it into their mouths upon witnessing this spectacle.

Seeing the pancake batter flowing from their mouths, not onto the floor but all over their faces and clothes, made Yudahee feel like humanity’s compassion was about to disappear, but what could she do? This was also her fault.

“Sigh…”

She resolved to upload a slightly less graphic image next time, muttering as she raised her arm.

“Ooong…”

It was an unfamiliar ceiling…

Adikia felt so comfortable that she thought she had just woken up from a nap, wrapping herself in the blanket again to fall back asleep, but…

“This isn’t right!”

She threw off the blanket and got up from the bed.

Was it a fantasy? An illusion?

She pinched her cheek, but nothing changed.

Luxurious bed, wallpaper, and a completely unfamiliar room.

When she got off the bed, she finally realized something was off.

Where had her clothes disappeared to?

“Ugh…!”

She was wearing a light, airy white nightdress she’d never seen before, which even seemed somewhat see-through…

“W-what is this!”

Even her underwear was nowhere to be found.

“My underwear… is gone too?!”

Adikia’s head began to spin wildly.

“Where did it go wrong, exactly?”

Her last memory was getting out of the car Malcolm was driving, and then…

“Ughhh…!”

Just recalling it made Adikia feel nauseous, the gallery’s mysterious post haunting her.

Adikia keenly felt what PTSD was all about.

She distinctly remembered hearing about cases like this.

People pouring themselves a drink until they drop dead, then waking up in a completely unknown place.

The story of a Korean who drank green-bottled liquor, vomited, and keeled over.

But could someone really end up in a stranger’s house like this…?

Perhaps due to the aftereffects, her powers hadn’t fully returned, and she couldn’t even summon proper weaponry.

Struggling to pull out a single item, a sense of defeat lingered on Adikia’s face.

“Quietly… I need to quietly slip away.”

Thankfully, there were no restraints on her body.

Turning the doorknob slightly, she found it unlocked.

“Phew…”

Taking a deep breath, Adikia gently opened the door and peeked around.

An orbit penthouse available for lease with abilities, and an incredibly expensive one at that…!

Picking up oneself in front of a truck, there was no one else but Dike and Yoo Dahee to do so, but is it just wishful thinking?

Adikia, who had forcibly pulled a water bottle from a table in the distance, went back into the room. After holding the bottle upside down, wrapping it in a blanket, and placing it on the corner of the bed, it sharply cracked without making any other sound.

It’s at least a minimal means of self-defense. Compared to wielding power, it’s not even as good as the tip of a claw, but still better than nothing.

Quietly opening the door again and stepping outside, what Adikia saw was…

“Ugh… It’s damn hard to wash up. Where the hell are my underwear? Why don’t I have a single pair of panties in this house?”

There was a man halfway undressed standing in the living room.

No, was he a god?

Dripping wet hair and muscles, with only a bath towel wrapped around his lower body, he strode across the living room.

An attractive physique… If it weren’t for this situation, Adikia thought she might have been slightly… interested.

His face wasn’t clearly visible as the wet hair flowed over his eyes.

Each step exuded confidence, perhaps resembling a high-ranking god, but seeing that he had no power…

A very familiar body… Adikia’s mind searched through known bodies and voices, but no matching person came to mind.

The man seemed to be lost in thought for a moment before heading towards the sofa.

“Just stay quietly on the sofa like this…”

Then, quietly slipping out through the main gate would be easy.

Just as she was thinking that and preparing to do so—

“Ah-!”

Adikia couldn’t help but cover her mouth.

He had brought something onto the sofa, and that something was none other than the collapsed naked body of Dike.

“W-what the…!”

Dike, carried on his shoulders like a sack, seemed to be completely unconscious, not moving at all.

C-could it be that he’s planning to leave Dike like this…?

Seeing the sight, it made Dike’s head spin as if witnessing an orc carrying off a woman from another tribe.

Adikia despised Dike, but that didn’t change the fact. She should have closed the door or slipped away quickly while Dike was raising his weapon… It was too late. As she turned around, her gaze met the man’s.

“…..”

“…….”

Three seconds of silence, broken first by Adikia’s scream.

“Aaah!”

The demeanor of a deity and a contractor, instinctive cries and defensive posture before anything else.

“You, don’t, let go! C-criminal! This is a crime! How dare you touch the g-goddess!”

“Uhh… Adikia, could you put that down and talk?”

“You, w-who are you to know my name!”

“After reading your post, did you get some kind of face blindness or something…”

Adikia, thinking she couldn’t just stand there, grabbed the weapon and charged at her opponent. After all, once caught, retreat was futile… If unable to escape, frontal assault was the rule…!

Aiming the jagged weapon at her opponent’s abdomen, Adikia lunged forward.

“Dieee!”

“No, even if you’re crazy, you should be elegantly crazy!”

Startled, he threw the Dike he was holding onto the sofa and looked at Adikia’s approaching weapon.

While possessing exceptional physical abilities and being a goddess who could single-handedly overpower an entire army of a nation, that was only when her divine power was intact… In the current situation where she couldn’t use it, Adikia was no different from an ordinary girl.

As she lost hold due to the shock and pain in her wrist, both arms broke as she turned around.

In the same manner, Adikia was thrown onto the sofa and, with her knees, her hands were pinned down and struck.

“Ugh…!”

The ‘shrimp position’ that Yoo Da-hee had suffered for over three hours from Dike before…!

In an instant turn of events, Adikia found herself in the same predicament.

“I brought her home when she collapsed in front of the house and washed her up, but instead of gratitude, she pushes a broken bottle at me!”

Phew, the ancestor’s wisdom saying “The black-haired beast does not gather” is absolutely right, he sighed and ran his hand through his hair. His damp locks fell back, revealing none other than—

“Yoo, Yoo Dahee?!”

“Yeah, you son of a…!”

Yoo Dahee felt like she was going to die.

She swept up the mud that had flowed all the way to the floor from the two goddesses as if she were doing a volunteer service at a Taean oil spill, then stuck the carpet in the corner.

After meticulously washing off the mud that had plastered Adikia’s body, she dried her with a hairdryer to ensure no moisture remained, spending a whole hour on it. It was like doing an all-night crunch, I tell you.

So after cleaning her up, she just threw her on the sofa… but of course, that’s when she woke up.

With a red-stained face, she glanced around and quickly understood what kind of misunderstanding she might have caused.

So, trying to calm her down, I called her name, but it seemed to have the opposite effect, and Adikia woke up muttering curses.

In the end, it became a mess…

“Ugh…!”

It was ambiguous whether I should comfort her or not.

Adikia, with tears welling up, looked at me as if blaming me.

“You, you… saw everything…! Even took off my underwear…!”

“No, should I have washed you with your clothes on?”

I’m not some lunatic who showers in jeans, and if I had washed her with her clothes covered in mud, I’d probably end up smelling like a rotten rag.

“I swear on the universe, I didn’t think or do anything while washing.”

One mackerel… Even though it’s a goddess, treating a sentimental sea bream as if it were a single mackerel, scraping off the scales and washing it meticulously with shampoo and body wash instead of salt.

“And besides, it’s not my preference from the start. It’s small, and then it’s hm….”

Before she could finish her sentence, Adikia began to thrash around, emitting steam from her whole body.

“Die, die, die, die, dieeeee!”

My preference is white hair, a voluptuous figure, and wearing glasses… glasses… no, not glasses, it’s… glasses… glasses…!

“Ugh… My head…!”

For some reason, Yudahee felt dirty.

In the meantime, Adikia struggled, but it wasn’t going to be easy to get out of the shrimp posture that was almost twice the size of Adikia’s physique.

For now, if I hold her like this, she’ll calm down, and I’ll tell the real story later—Yudahee made her own plan, but…

The graph called life always has its ups and downs.

It seemed that fate didn’t want to leave Yudahee alone.

[PantheonOPEN UP!]

Kwagwagwang!

The entrance to the penthouse suddenly burst open, and a Valkyrie unit armed in silver armor appeared, thrusting their spears forward.

Despite the suddenness of the event, the Valkyries who entered swiftly and accurately surveyed the interior before heading towards the center.

The Special Suppression Unit of the Pantheon, the Valkyries.

Their mission was to arrest Yudahee, the contractor who caused an unprecedented mental contamination incident in the divine gallery, responsible for all crimes related to divinity.

If she resists, the use of force is authorized—a condition attached to the emergency arrest mission.

With a clean entry and swift response, Yudahee seemed unable to offer any resistance.

[Yudahee, based on the Pantheon Special Law, you are under arrest as a suspect in the mental contamination incident at the Divine Gallery….]

The commander swiftly informed Yudahee of the criminal charges and attempted to handcuff her with divine power, but… faced with such a gruesome scene, she couldn’t bring herself to speak.

Goddess Dike lay unconscious on one side of the sofa, completely naked.

The forceful struggle caused Adikia’s white dress to half slip off, leaving her body flushed and both arms pinned and bent.

“Hu… huff….!”

Her whimpering was truly a sight to behold, with a single tear rolling down her eye like a dragon shedding a tear…!

The perpetrator of this entire ordeal, wearing only a bath towel, was none other than Yudahee…!

It was an unmistakable scene of a very clear-cut incident.

“Oh, damn it… I understand the misunderstanding, but I can explain all of this-”

Thud.

And as the towel enveloping Yudahee’s lower body fell, it marked the climax of the incident.

“Ha, mother…”

Yudahee bowed deeply.