I Translated the Necronomicon

15. It’s indeed Necronomicon, performance is truly reliable.

“Uwah…!”

Dike was bewildered by the sudden appearance of Yudahee without any prior indication.

And as Dike, taken aback by the abrupt entrance, pressed down on the keyboard…

[Come here, I’ll show you something amazing.]

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ㄴSeal! Seal! Seal! Seal! Damn, a seal!

ㄴIs this… the accumulated malice of a human?

ㄴIs this reality… is this really the reality…?

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

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

Yudahee’s gaze, watching Dike’s flustered appearance, was not filled with disdain or anything like that, but rather a strange curiosity.

“Tactical… nuke? Hm… to this extent?”

At the sight of Yudahee like that, a suspicion passed through Dike’s mind: Could it be… my contractor has such a taste…!

Chills ran down Dike’s arms, and at the same time, Yudahee’s actions so far came to mind.

It felt odd for some reason.

Despite lying on the sofa in a defenseless state, like a beautiful body, what attracted attention wasn’t her, but the grotesque photos in that gallery…!

Seeing Yudahee’s smile, as if discovering something interesting, Dike felt an inexplicable uneasiness.

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

The human subconscious desires are incredibly diverse, branching into thousands according to individual preferences. However, even considering that, Yudahee’s tastes were undeniably on the abnormal boundaries.

Amidst the primitive fear emanating from instinct, causing Deke’s eyes to waver, Yudahee reached out, pushing the screen slightly forward.

Numerous posts of devout followers became visible as they scrolled backward.

Although there were many devoted followers, the gallery’s unusual activation was a rare occurrence, seemingly catalyzed by the temporary suspension of the arena.

And the writings about Yudahee that triggered the incident were exploding as well.

From simple inquiry posts to analyses of Yudahee’s arena performances, to those attempting to dig into his personal information, a variety of characters gathered. In the midst of it all, Yudahee let out a sly laugh.

“Can ordinary people see this too?”

“Um… Only authorized contractors or devout followers can see it…”

“No ordinary people then?”

As expected, recalling the qualifications for entry, Deke nodded.

“But I… Have I been granted permission?”

Probably not, but before the thought of how – could finish, Yudahee took a seat and snatched the hologram displayed in front of Deke.

“I’ve seen and touched a lot of things I shouldn’t have. This is a piece of cake.”

Nonchalantly stating as if it were nothing, Yudahee, but could it really be nothing? Deke’s eyes trembled.

“Come to think of it, those devout followers… were quite bothersome.”

Because of that, they even staged an escape drama on a truck. No matter how they avoided face-to-face encounters, various insults written in the gallery.

Receiving without returning goes against the principles of a Korean person.

If you receive, you return with the same tone.

The harmony of East and West, with such an excellent unit, those who receive will surely be satisfied.

Well, the other party may not want it, but what can you do.

Life doesn’t go according to one’s own will from the start, so isn’t that what makes this world beautiful?

“Dice, what’s better than a child?”

“More… children?”

A simple meme that even Dice knows.

So then –

“What’s better than a grandmother?”

“More… grandmothers? What’s the deal with that! What are you trying to do! That’s my account! My account!”

Dice, who was trying to somehow snatch a hologram from Yudahee, struggled, but there was no way he could overcome her overwhelming physical abilities.

“Kkiyaaah!”

After turning Dice’s arms behind his back, she lightly pressed his thighs with one hand and covered his eyes with the other.

Perhaps it was the soft sofa of a 1-point penthouse, or maybe it was just loud, but it didn’t seem to hurt much.

“Well, that’s dramatic.”

Yudahee, who pressed the post button, recalled a sentence in her mind.

Even the Great Old Ones would find it disgusting enough to frown and leave their seats after seeing and hearing it.

Surely, the deities looking at this bulletin board right now will definitely love it to death.

She carefully wrote down a line of text engraved in the Necronomicon.

Words, sentences, gradually changing agh&^%@^^~!@%Aahi9 ̐̽̊̐͌͗͑͜͜ ̴̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙͑̒̌̈ ̴̨̩͚̠̦̹͎͔̭̫̙̺̭͉ ̴̨̩͚̠̦̹͎͔̭̫̙̺̭͉̣̺̽͆͊̓͆̾̌̄͌̍̓̔̓͘͜͠, ̷̢̡̨̣͓͎̼̝̹̼͇̮̙̻͖̠͌̅̐̽̊̐͌͗͑͜͜ ̴̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙͑̒̌̈̑̋̓̓̚ ̶͈̞̺̜̟͓̬̟̼̼̯̩̪̽̽ ̷͔͎̼̭̹͈̰̹͈̬̜̹̦̐̽̊̐͌͗͑͜͜ ̴̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙͑̒̌ ̸̴ ̐̽̊̐͌͗͑͜͜ ̴̨̩͚̠̦̹͎͔̭̫̙̺̭͉̣̺̽͆͊̓͆̾̌̄͌̍̓̔̓͘͜͠, ̷̢̡̨̣͓͎̼̝̹̼͇̮̙̻͖̠͌̅̐̽̊̐͌͗͑͜͜ ̴̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙͑̒̌ ̴̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙͑̒̌̈ ̴̨̩͚̠̦̹͎͔̭̫̙̺̭͉̣̺̽͆͊̓͆̾̌̄͌̍̓̔̓͘͜͠, ̷̢̡̨̣͓͎̼̝̹̼͇̮̙̻͖̠͌̅̐̽̊̐͌͗͑͜͜ ̴̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙͑̒̌̈ ̸̴───

It’s a response that annoyed herself.

Take it, a genuine foreign punch-.

Ddalggak.

And then, the gallery exploded.

—–

Fundamentally, the divine gallery had anonymity as its default setting, but the majority were anonymous gods.

The reason was simple.

Could those gods with such strong egos engage in such petty acts of hiding themselves?

Of course, there were some who concealed their identities, but they were not the majority.

Among the countless gallery posts that appeared every day, there was one post that stood out.

The one that most gods in this gallery had been eagerly waiting for.

“It’s outtt! It’s out!”

Post author, [Dicke Astraea.]

The goddess who caused an unprecedented incident, the winner of the recent arena, and the contracted goddess with Yuda-hee.

Amidst various plot points and memes circulating, Dicke’s post finally appeared.

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

Especially on the day of the contract… immediately entering the arena, and on top of that, winning right away with the penalty of sealing the main skill that hadn’t been used except once in the entire history?

Moreover, all of this wasn’t some crazy god’s fabricated fiction or a play?

It was a story more unrealistic than what some goddesses desired from a 20cm tall contractee like Oneshota.

Unbelievable…!

Since there had never been such a case before, it was natural for the attention of the gods to be focused on this.

Contrary to expectations that the poetic density would be strong enough to pierce through the universe, there was nothing written in the title.

The mysterious void is filled with nothing but questions.

However, regardless of that, the views on the post were explosively increasing, indicating that it was not just the author waiting for something.

Wondering what kind of content was written, just as I was about to click,

[Screams!]… Posts with the same title began to be explosively generated.

It was a rapid glut of posts, burying Deke’s post below.

Even though many divine beings in the gallery could write posts with simple thoughts, this was definitely an abnormal occurrence.

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

[Mom… I’m cold… Where am I…?]

[Uwek, Gweeek, Uweeek!]

[There’s a liar ahead. There’s a liar ahead. Ahead of this…]

What is this…

The cause was clear.

[ ] – Deke Astraea.

Since everyone read that, things started to get strange.

While ordinary humans might feel fear and give up or try to find out what’s going on in ways they can understand, these conceited divine beings wouldn’t bother with such troublesome things.

“What’s happening?”

“I should experience it once too.”

And the moment they clicked on the post,

̴̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙͑̒̌̈ ̴̨̩͚̠̦̹͎͔̭̫̙̺̭͉ ̴̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙̑̒̌̈̑̋̓̓̚ ̶͈̞̺̜̟͓̬̟̼̼̯̩̪ ̷͔͎̼̭̹͈̰̹͈̬̜̹̦̐̽̊̐͌͗͑͜͜ ̴̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙͑̒̌̈ ̴̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙͑̒̌̈ ̸̴̻͖̠͌̅̐̽̊̐͌͗͑͜͜ ̴̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙͑̒̌̈ ̴̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙͑̒̌̈ ̴̨̩͚̠̦̹͎͔̭̫̙̺̭͉̣̺̽͆͊̓͆̾̌̄͌̍̓̔̓͘͜͠ ̷̢̡̨̣͓͎̼̝̹̼͇̮̙̻͖̠͌̅̐̽̊̐͌͗͑͜͜ ̴̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙͑̒̌̈̑̋̓̓̚ ̴̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙͑̒̌̈ ̐̽̊̐͌͗͑͜͜ ̴̨̩͚̠̦̹͎͔̭̫̙̺̭͉̣̺̽͆͊̓͆̾̌̄͌̍̓̔̓͘͜͠, ̷̢̡̨̣͓͎̼̝̹̼͇̮̙̻͖̠͌̅̐̽̊̐͌͗͑͜͜ ̴̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙͑̒̌ ̴̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙͑̒̌̈ ̸̴ ̴̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙͑̒̌ ̴̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙͑̒̌̈ ̴̨̩͚̠̦̹͎͔̭̫̙̺̭͉̣̺̽͆͊̓͆̾̌̄͌̍̓̔̓͘͜͠, ̷̢̡̨̣͓͎̼̝̹̼͇̮̙̻͖̠͌̅̐̽̊̐͌͗͑͜͜ ̸̴̈̑̋̓̓̚ ̶͈̞̺̜̟͓̬̟̼̼̯̩̪̽̽ ̷͔͎̼̭̹͈̰̹͈̬̜̹̦̐̽̊̐͌͗͑͜͜ ̴̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙͑̒̌ ̷̢̡̨̣͓͎̼̝̹̼͇̮̙̻͖̠͌̅̐̽̊̐͌͗͑͜͜ ̸̴̐̽̊̐͌͗͑͜͜ ̴̨̩͚̠̦̹͎͔̭̫̙̺̭͉̣̺̽͆͊̓͆̾̌̄͌̍̓̔̓͘͜͠, ̷̢̡̨̣͓͎̼̝̹̼͇̮̙̻͖̠͌̅̐̽̊̐͌͗͑͜͜ ̸̴̈̑̋̓̓̚ ̶͈

Realization struck.

[Screams!]

The devotees involuntarily let out screams that echoed deep within the temple as they submitted their posts, unaware of their actions.

And the chain of events…

“What’s going on? What’s happening?”

“I should try it once too.”

Continued relentlessly through the gallery.

The ambitions of the devotees are endless,

repeating the same mistakes.

[Screams!]

—–

“Indeed, it’s Necronomicon, performance is reliable.”

Yudahee, with a satisfied smile, but her eyes were busy.

Amidst the exploding posts in the gallery, she continued searching for anything unusual, or perhaps, among the past posts, something she desired was missing.

“Um, can you release me now…? My arm is numb…! Like a shrimp… I feel like I’ve turned into a shrimp…!”

She casually ignored Dike’s exaggeration.

Reflect on the misdeeds you’ve committed so far.

Consider it payback.

Yudahee didn’t commit such acts without any thought.

Simply [wanting to somewhat mess with the troublesome gods…] is just a side thought accompanying her.

For their own desires, it happened.

From the beginning, when thrown into outer space, to returning to Earth, amidst countless thoughts flashing through, one purpose deeply etched in the heart.

They wanted to find.

About the Necronomicon, they wanted to find the one who entrusted them with the translation.

But after a long time of being missing, declared dead, everything of Yudahee vanished.

The house they lived in, perhaps accounts that might have had backups, all in a state of [Membership terminated according to terms].

Nothing remained, but… still, they had one certainty.

The conversation with that guy that remained unforgettable.

■ [Oops! Are you okay?]

□ [Yes?]

■ [No, it’s nothing ㅎㅎ]

At that time, they didn’t understand… but that guy definitely knew.

Ordinary humans would go crazy if they read it.

…That’s probably why the review teams that were asked to inspect parts of the translation request all fell silent.

Yudahee was sure.

Even knowing that, anyone who could casually send files was either a fanatic or undoubtedly related to it.

So, they decided to stir things up in the place where most fanatics gathered.

Even if it’s just one person.

Hoping that someone would figure out what the post was about, they stirred up the community.

And Yudahee’s actions were eerily accurate.

[Yudahee, you were really alive, huh? ㅎㅎ] – Anonymous (1.11)

Found him. This bastard.