I Translated the Necronomicon

44. Why is the eyeball here…?

Well, it’s truly a mess, isn’t it, not five minutes ago.

Families collapsing due to hoarding, society falling apart….!

And out of nowhere, Chojondo appears…

“Hey, why did that guy suddenly show up?”

[Tekkeli-ri!]

No matter how small, it’s a part of Shogus.

Most contractors are guys who can tear apart in an instant… but judging by the erased text and the subsequent reaction from the management department, it seems like a swift suppression.

Grandmother’s photo wasn’t erased to death, but when it comes to foreign press, they move this fast.

The Valkyries who suddenly mobilized are seen here complaining and grumbling.

If it were the main body, it seemed to be within the acceptable range.

Yudahee wasn’t too worried, even though there were side effects to the spread of the summoning ritual.

It wouldn’t be enough to just imitate the appearance; even if it succeeded, it seemed obvious that only a part, like Tekeliriri, would be summoned.

The possibility of foreign media or Great Old Ones responding to this ritual is practically close to zero.

Why does that 070 number occasionally call once or twice, but when it suddenly rushes in – “Regarding a public opinion survey~” – who would bother to pick up.

Of course, some hot-tempered beings might-

[Hey, you human scum! Don’t you dare move! I’ll bring the Old Ones right now and contaminate all your heads!]

…the possibility of such a scene popping up wasn’t entirely nonexistent, but for the majority, their hands would naturally go to spam blocking.

Still, just in case, let’s make sure to handle it properly.

“What’s up, suddenly gathering hands.”

Adikia looked at Yudahee, who crossed her hands in place and closed her eyes, with a suspicious expression.

“…Post-summoning After Service.”

Is there a problem due to the summoning ritual she exposed?

If so, then the solution is to turn a blind eye to the problem from this side and make it run far away.

Avoiding the dirt because the sh*t is scary.

Last time, I even inserted a method to prevent the unintentional summoning of a complete Atlaqna-cha.

Even if all consciousness were accidentally summoned, it was merely a speck of dust in the soul.

He could handle that much.

Yudahee grinned, forming connections and tirelessly repeating the summoning.

A malicious act of stopping consciousness at the stage of revealing its true form just before calling it forth.

“Implement-End-Implement-End-Implement-End-…”

A random call scattered towards all foreign reporters and Great Old Ones with the potential to respond to this consciousness.

If summoning rituals were phone calls to the other party, the method improved by Yudahee was…

“Like the alarm ringing just once before the call is picked up, even before the desire to answer arises…”

Even the method of making the other party’s mood worse by ringing offbeat was meticulously concocted.

If pranks were considered an art, this was truly the pinnacle of art.

… Could they endure it?

It disconnects when you try to receive it, and it disconnects when you try to answer… an endless cycle of spam.

Taste the spam calls that can never be received forever.

The only way to escape is to block, so those in the extraterrestrial realms should figure it out themselves.

A malicious trick even inserting interference signals to make it impossible to locate Earth.

[Kraaa! What kind of son of a b- is doing this!]

The screams of foreign reporters and Great Old Ones already seemed to echo in the ears.

It might be confusing right now, but if it continues, they’ll figure it out too.

The only one capable of such dog-like antics is Yudahee.

“hehehe, block it if you’re annoyed~”

Already, the sight of people complaining about their miserable situation caught my eye.

The majority of those who couldn’t leave the outer cosmos by the order of Azathoth, their only means of escape being summoning… But would Yudahee make it so easy for them?

Anyway, I’m currently in the state of being unemployed.

I didn’t have anything to do, but it turned out well.

If I keep going, even Hwiha’s family will all leave, shedding tears.

By observing the gallery’s reactions, repeating until the response of “Why isn’t anything being summoned?” pops up, isn’t it just perfect?

Repetitive work is one of the things Yudahee is best at, along with wielding a knife…!

When the ruthless trick of urging everyone to try their efficiency, honed through the ritual of returning to Earth, was combined with the unprecedented synergy, it swept through the entire region.

“Hmm… Everyone’s giving up too late… At this rate, I’ll… return it, okay?”

Watching Yudahee repeat the ritual with a meaningful smile, Adikia just rotated her temple with her finger.

“…Crazy guy.”

—–

At first glance, Yudahee’s plan seemed perfect.

Except for the fact that she didn’t know a single possibility and overlooked it.

“Our Yudahee is doing something cute, isn’t she?”

Atlach-Nacha chuckled as she looked at the continuous summoning requests pouring into her mind.

Really, it’s so cute it’s killing me.

As Atlach-Nacha ignored the summoning requests and rose, her red hair flowed down as she wrapped herself in a shiver.

A spider encompassing the vast universe.

It wasn’t the physical form of the weaver of galaxies, but a manifestation created from her own physical information and Yudahee’s blood that watched over the spectacle.

Through the Divine Gallery.

At first, it was impossible for Artlack Nacha, who did not belong to the Department of Divine Affairs, to access the Divine Gallery… But the foundation of the physical body was based on the bodies of numerous contractors that were used to create the temporary physical body.

Accessing the Divine Gallery through variations based on the information extracted from them was nothing for her.

As Yudahee repeatedly sent summoning requests, the bustling summoning ritual in the Divine Gallery gradually faded away. Could anyone predict such a situation?

It was a clever way.

Rather than blocking the summoning ritual itself, wasn’t it more like driving away all the potential targets for summoning?

Others might have been angry… but Artlack Nacha was rather pleased.

If it turned out like this, others wouldn’t be able to access it at all, leaving her and Yudahee with their own private time…

Prey… no, Yudahee had willingly entered her spider’s web.

With a perfect golden ratio, Artlack Nacha’s divine body, possessing the most beautiful curves a human body could have, rose completely from its place and turned its head in one direction…

The place it was gazing at was the Earth, beyond dimensions.

The command not to leave the universe of Azathoth probably applied to the majority of beings… but Artlack Nacha could partly ignore that restriction.

After all, she had never entered the outer universe before that command was issued.

Where Artlack Nacha was located was the Dreamland, a two-dimensional space belonging to a different dimension from this universe.

So, disobeying the command of Azathoth felt more like it didn’t apply in the first place.

How could she escape from a place she hadn’t even entered?

Even though she couldn’t blatantly move around due to others’ watchful eyes, she could easily move around stealthily.

Of course, every time she left the Dreamland and headed for the universe, all sorts of divine beings nearby would annoy her, but with her current physical body, she didn’t even receive such interference. It was a golden opportunity.

Artlack Nacha’s spider’s web reached out from the Dreamland to the universe, stretching a bridge that transcended dimensions.

Although she had set up a shallow trick to prevent Yudahee from clearly identifying her location through the alarm, unfortunately, Artlack Nacha had already marked the coordinates of the Earth beforehand.

Yuda-hee’s alarm was no different from the gentle tapping of a heartbeat, announcing vividly that she was alive.

So, what else could she do but respond to it?

“Shall we… go meet?”

At last, the manifestation of Atlock Nacha set foot into the universe.

—–

“Huh…”

Yuda-hee, who had been diligently maintaining her consciousness of interference, felt an inexplicable sense of unease and looked out onto the balcony.

This was the penthouse of the deities located on the stationary orbit, so looking at the balcony meant looking directly into space…

“What’s this, what’s this, what’s this?”

Her mouth felt parched and her eyes seemed to be getting blurry.

Could something like this happen suddenly for no reason at all?

Moreover, Yuda-hee’s body was adapted to all kinds of dangers, possessing an unparalleled ability to sense danger.

Her body was giving a warning.

A threat that reason had not yet detected… an unknown danger.

Yuda-hee’s eyes quickly scanned the entire universe.

But there was nothing to be seen.

The same constellations as usual, the same planets as usual, and the same…

“Yuda-hee.”

…unfamiliar voice.

Completely unnoticed, someone had come so discreetly and embraced her from behind.

The crimson hair fluttered, and a subtle yet fragrant scent penetrated Yudahee’s nostrils.

“I told you, it’s just a brief farewell.”

And…

“Haven’t I told you to see you again?”

Her captivating, jewel-like eyes met Yudahee’s.

And she realized who this woman was.

How did she enter, avoiding his gaze, and what eerie sensation had lingered around his body just moments ago.

“Artlak Nacha…”

“hehehe, rather than such a stiff name… wouldn’t it be better to call me ‘nuna’?”

Uh, this is messed up.

Countless beads of sweat began to form on Yudahee’s forehead.