I Translated the Necronomicon

16. Oops! Hing! Eum! Hook!

After the arena ended, Adikia had been tracking Dike.

The tracking device that had been secretly attached when he sold that trashy truck was doing its job perfectly.

While others were wandering through the city searching for Yudahee, Adikia’s gaze turned outward, towards the quiet suburbs.

They were truly two people he didn’t like.

One had taken away the golden apple he had desperately wished for.

The other had arrogantly crushed everything in front of everyone.

The sensation of the axe blade brushing past his body lingered in his mind as it shivered.

Though immortal, that sensation still echoed in his head.

Even during the arena, the moment it ended, he had decided to kill Yudahee.

Immortality was guaranteed only in the waiting room and the battlefield.

If Yudahee hadn’t swung the axe in the arena, he would have crushed him right there. Adikia somehow sensed it and split his palm as if in retaliation.

So, Adikia, who had been seething with anger throughout the arena, decided to go outside and see for himself.

Even in this divine body’s appearance, he had the power of a deity who had lived for countless ages.

However, there was one restriction imposed on the deities sitting on Earth.

Never touch Earth’s life forms without reason.

Conversely, Earth’s life forms were strictly forbidden from unwarranted contact with the deities.

Despite having arenas and a world where deities mingled without hesitation, the fundamental nature of it all was ultimately a cosmic tourist attraction.

No one wants a tourist attraction to be ruined and covered in filth.

If killing a non-civilian contractor outside the arena is allowed, it would no longer be a game but a battle of deities, which is strictly prohibited.

Expecting a sea full of emerald-colored coral, only to find a horde of bloodied sharks, would not be a tourist site but a gore-filled slaughterhouse.

The consequences of killing a contractor include hefty fines and permanent banishment, so unless you were truly reckless, you wouldn’t even consider it.

Where would you find a lunatic who files a lawsuit for being killed in a PVP match and then stabs you with a knife when you open the door?

It would probably just end with, “Ugh, that jerk.”

But Adikia, despite considering such penalties, still attempted to carry out the plan…

“W-What is this…! The arena…!”

Yu Dahee’s unbelievable ability displayed at the end left him half-terrified.

Is that even human? It seemed impossible.

But it’s an undeniable fact that the arena was destroyed because of that one person.

…So he began to look for an opportunity.

He wore his hat low and discreetly followed, holding a high-performance telescope camera, making sure not to get caught… Adikia started following.

Click, click.

He firmly believed there would be a chance and followed the truck, diligently filming every move.

Wrapped tightly in a mask, he looked no different from a paparazzo with a high-end camera.

The only difference was the little lackey next to him, holding an umbrella.

“Malcom, can’t you drive properly? The focus is shaking!”

“S-Sorry, Adikia-nim…!”

What on earth is kicking the driver’s seat from the back when the steering wheel is slightly shaken…!

Three Realms, Five Elements, as a citizen of the Confucian Dragon, emotions welled up in Malcolm’s chest, but he swallowed them down, suppressing the surge within. It was fortunate enough to maintain the status as a contractee, even if it hadn’t turned into a fertilizer path.

“Stop, just get off here, and disappear. Seriously annoying…”

With the door slamming shut, Adikia descended, moving slowly toward the location of the truck’s tracker.

A truck parked on the narrow road with no signs of movement, the tracker was functioning normally.

As Adikia narrowed the distance and looked at the front of the vehicle, empty driver and passenger seats caught the eye.

Not the kind of place to abandon a vehicle… Adikia murmured, and as he scanned the surroundings, he detected a faint disturbance at a certain point.

Traces remaining in the form of scars on the door.

Hmm, it seemed like he had entered the immensely expensive orbit penthouse.

If it turned out like this, he had no choice but to wait for the exit.

At that moment, an alert popped up in front of Adikia.

A post registered in the Divine Gallery, unmistakably by Deke Astraea.

“Hah, winning once and becoming so conceited…!”

Surely, just like other deities, he must have posted a provocative comment or article! – Adikia clicked on the post without much thought…

̴̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙͑̒̌̈ ̴̨̩͚̠̦̹͎͔̭̫̙̺̭͉ ̣̺̽͆͊̓͆̾̌̄͌̍̓̔̓͘͜͠, ̷̢̡̨̣͓͎̼̝̹̼͇̮̙̻͖̠͌̅̐̽̊̐͌͗͑͜͜ ̴̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙͑̒̌̈̑̋̓̓̚ ̶͈̞̺̜̟͓̬̟̼̼̯̩̪̽̽ ̷͔͎̼̭̹͈̰̹͈̬̜̹̦̐̽̊̐͌͗͑͜͜ ̴̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙͑̒̌̈ ̴̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙͑̒̌̈ ̸̴̻͖̠͌̅̐̽̊̐͌͗͑͜͜ ̴̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙͑̒̌̈ ̴̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙͑̒̌̈ ̸̴ ̐̽̊̐͌͗͑͜͜ ̴̨̩͚̠̦̹͎͔̭̫̙̺̭͉̣̺̽͆͊̓͆̾̌̄͌̍̓̔̓͘͜͠, ̷̢̡̨̣͓͎̼̝̹̼͇̮̙̻͖̠͌̅̐̽̊̐͌͗͑͜͜ ̴̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙͑̒̌ ̴̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙͑̒̌̈ ̸̴ ̴̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙͑̒̌ ̴̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙͑̒̌̈ ̴̨̩͚̠̦̹͎͔̭̫̙̺̭͉̣̺̽͆͊̓͆̾̌̄͌̍̓̔̓͘͜͠, ̷̢̡̨̣͓͎̼̝̹̼͇̮̙̻͖̠͌̅̐̽̊̐͌͗͑͜͜ ̴̛̹͇͕̬̫̳̹͕͙͑̒̌ ̷̢̡̨̣͓͎̼̝̹̼͇̮̙

“E…eek…!”

Words even foreign media detested assaulted Adikia’s mind directly!

All he could do was scream non-stop, trembling with fear and releasing cries that were not screams.

Someone once said, dying from a stone thrown absentmindedly is like a frog hit.

Adikia sprawled out just like that.

And the discovery of such adikia came three hours later.

*****

[Yoo Dahee, you were really alive? hehehe] – Anonymous (1.11)

I quickly clicked on the post, but all I got was a redirection page saying [Post not found].

I didn’t misread it.

I waited for about two hours and posted similar things, but all I got in return were the howls of the worshippers and meaningless posts.

The missing post showed no sign of appearing, and further searching seemed pointless, so I closed the hologram.

Seriously…

Yoo Dahee’s thoughts were complicated in many ways, but one thing became clear.

The number of bastards to find and tear apart had increased.

“I, I think I’m going to live!”

Finally freed from the restraint, Dike shed tears and snatched the hologram that Yoo Dahee had taken from me.

Yoo Dahee had nothing left to do, so she handed it over.

But what Dike faced was nothing but despair.

“Ah… ah? aaa! My account!”

His account was suspended, accompanied by an alert stating [Your account has been suspended due to a violation of terms and conditions].

He quickly searched through his previous posts, but there was nothing left.

They had already been deleted by the Ministry of Information.

“What, what did I dooo?”

It was a well-known gallery where suspensions were rare, so why-!

Even the renowned tactical weapon, HAL, was just brushed off with a smile, but Deke’s face contorted in despair.

“It might be better not to look at it—”

Uttering those words, but would Deke agree to that?

“Profi…!”

“Even if you’re frozen, you can still lurk, right?”

“Damn! The account of the Divine Worship Gallery is like my doppelganger…!”

With a resigned remark, Deke, using fluid doppelganger technique, tried to ventilate public opinion, appealing that he was unjustly treated. But would such a plea work?

Instead, he ended up receiving a tactical hack and sinking.

“Uwaaah….”

Deke, who had slumped like a zombie, either opening or not opening the door, Yu Dahee began to plan the next move.

The most important thing in driving work forward is a sense of purpose.

The destination, which had been obscurely shrouded in fog until now, finally felt like it was becoming clear.

To find and tear apart the guy who entrusted him with the Necronomicon translation.

That was his only thought from the beginning.

Making that resolution while swallowing cold water, he burst into laughter at the absurd sight unfolding before his eyes.

“Adikia, Adikia collapsed in front of the truck…!”

“Why on earth is he here?”

The one sprawled out like a stoned frog, foaming at the mouth… seemed to be shocked by something.

When looking at the window held in one hand, bearing the emblem of the Divine Worship Gallery… the cause was clear.

I’ve seen it.

Tsk tsk.

But what can be done? Sometimes, sacrifices must be made for the greater good…!

Though he was the one who had put a bounty on himself, watching the scene unfold didn’t evoke any particular desire in him.

After all, he had already emerged victorious, and the past was already uncovered. What more could be done?

People tend to become more lenient when they have room to breathe.

Besides, it seemed he had already earned his punishment, so he thought he might as well let them have a taste of their own medicine later.

As Yudahee was about to turn away, she caught sight of the gallery in Adikia’s hand.

And then…

“What on earth are you looking at that’s making you… Ouch! Oof! Ah!”

Spitting out a bizarre curse, Dike collapsed beside Adikia, foam forming at his mouth just like hers.

“Oh.”

What a blockhead.

Yudahee’s eyes sank nervously as she looked at the two fallen deities side by side.

…Damn it.