I Translated the Necronomicon

45. Goodbye? This parentless spiderling.

“No, please step back a bit….”

Yudahee was expressing dissatisfaction towards Yog Sothoth, who had casually thrown him into Dreamland.

Even if he’s immortal, what’s the point of slamming him onto the ground like that.

He said he needed materials for the next class, what was it again?

“Artlak Nacha’s spider silk…”

He had said something about making clothes out of it, uttering some strange nonsense.

As if a spider had anything to do with it.

He was well aware of what Artlak Nacha really was.

In the two-dimensional Dreamland resides the incredibly colossal Great Old One.

Moreover, Yogg mentioned that At’laq Nacha’s spider silk was an extremely precious material, crossing dimensions and space.

“If that exists… could we use it to return home?” I blurted out without considering the consequences.

Yudahee, who had entrusted her body without reservation, exhaled a sigh and looked up at the sky.

Though it was called another dimension, for now, it was confirmed that there were two moons in the sky.

They might be binary stars pulling each other, and their constant brightness and size might make the night here considerably longer than on Earth.

Gravity was… no different from Earth, and the atmosphere was breathable enough.

There was a faint smell of sulfur, but overall, it was no different from heaven or hell.

The perpetually burning place like Ktulu’s Fomalhaut was uncomfortably warm with each breath, but at least there was something to inhale.

Occasionally, falling into a place with sparse air or a vacuum-like condition, there had been situations where one had to endure without breathing.

Let’s taste the sand on the ground. Yudahee spat out ordinary sand as she slowly walked around, surveying her surroundings.

According to the Necronomicon’s records and Yogg’s words, due to her immense size, she could be seen anywhere in Dreamland… and I could understand the implication of that.

“Oh, I see it. It’s visible.”

Beyond the horizon, there were six spiders boasting massive bodies, with legs that seemed to pierce the sky.

If they had moved, it would have been troublesome, but fortunately, they remained still as if meditating.

There seemed to be nothing around. When I approached and shouted, attracting attention with gestures, At’laq Nacha’s gaze focused in this direction.

“Hey, can you hear me?!”

While successfully capturing attention with gestures and shouts…

-[Zzutzuzjutzzujutzzu.]

With a strange high-frequency sound, Atllaknacha tilted her head without saying a word.

Filled with curiosity, Yudahi bowed, and in an instant, a gust of wind blew, scattering all the small pebbles and dust around.

As eight eyes stared at her intently, Yudahi muttered, “Hmm… this is quite overwhelming,” and began to do what she had to do.

If words didn’t work, she had no choice but to approach it in a more primitive way.

It was a form of communication, leaving thoughts behind.

It might be easy for outsiders or those belonging to this world to simply talk, but for Yudahi, a human, various transformation processes through necronomicon magic were necessary…

“Um… so, was this about granting a wish…?”

Yudahi unfolded the transformation process just as she had learned from Yog-Sothoth.

As politely and unobtrusively as possible.

They say a kind word can repay a thousand debts. Wherever you go, if you treat others kindly, you’ll get more than you give…!

But that’s only if things proceed normally.

Yudahi’s expression froze as she received the thoughts that came out after the transformation.

“Hello? You motherless spiderling.”

-[…..?????]

“I need some spider silk, can I take some from your Pacific backside?”

An unexpected start with a touch of sarcasm…!

Both Yudahi and Atllaknacha were shocked by the abrupt lump of thoughts.

“No, this is a pair of twins…!”

Flustered, Yudahi quickly transformed the next set of thoughts.

It’s a mistake, an error that needs to be conveyed-

-What the f*ck are you looking at? Wanna fight?

-[Tsuzuzuz!!! Tsu tsu tsu!]

Ah.

Atalak Nacha, possessed by a spirit, stared at Yudahee with the fur on the surface bristling.

The bursting high-frequency sound clearly indicated a determination for battle.

…He hadn’t made a mistake. It was a spirit that emerged through a perfect transformation process.

That meant… Yudahee, realizing that the problem wasn’t on the receiving end but on the teaching end, vented his frustration towards his master.

“For real, damn it, if you’re gonna teach, teach properly…!”

It wasn’t a subcontractor’s squishy transformation device… it was a self-confidence pad-rip transformation device.

Damn you, Yog Sotos! What the hell did you teach and how did you teach it!

Yudahee, tears swallowed, drew his sword.

—–

“…What is this.”

The desolation around became apparent.

The land turned into chaos to the extent that the map was reversed. Yudahee tossed the partially melted sword.

He endured, but his equipment couldn’t withstand Atalak Nacha’s venom.

However… Yudahee couldn’t comprehend the situation now.

The spider, thought to be like a huge mountain, Atalak Nacha – was lying in front of Yudahee.

Breathing heavily, Atalak Nacha still buzzed with Tsu-tsuzuz, showing no signs of giving up.

It was… an incredibly fierce battle.

Even though the opponent could only attempt to neutralize him, compared to the previous Krtooga, it was like overpowering a child’s wrist.

Of course, there was a bit of bloodshed in the process…

But it wasn’t a direct hit to the torso.

It was just cutting off one or two legs, but it was enough to disrupt the balance.

Still, the opponent was a monster from another dimension.

Given a little more time, it would soon regenerate and come back for more. Even so, it was a thought that he wouldn’t easily handle the opponent even if he stood up again.

“Is that the giant spider, the Great Old One, Atlach-Nacha?”

No way.

Perhaps it was just his own misjudgment, mistaking a creature of mere size for Atlach-Nacha.

Shaking his head to clear his complicated thoughts, he sighed.

What’s the point of worrying? Will a solution come out of it?

Ah, really. It was Yoo Da-hee who lay sprawled on the ground, lamenting that it was all because of Yog-Sothoth.

Three moons rose above the dark night sky of Dreamland.

“…..?”

At the sudden thought, Yoo Da-hee’s eyes widened.

Come to think of it… were there three moons?

He distinctly remembered thinking it was a binary system, with a certain size and all that.

As he absentmindedly gazed at the sky, before long, another moon rose.

Four moons.

“Um… Hmm…”

The thought that something was wrong began to rise in Yudahee’s mind.

“No, no, that can’t be. Seriously, this is just too much.”

As if trying to deny the scenario that had just come to mind, he shook his head. But how convenient and destructive it would be if the world changed just by rejecting the assumption he had made.

The truth was, reality hadn’t changed at all.

Soon, all eight moons rose, and eyes turned towards Yudahee.

He had thought it was the moon, but it wasn’t; it was just the eye of something enormous.

Yog Sothoth’s words were undoubtedly correct.

Because of its immense size, anyone could see her anywhere in Dreamland.

No matter how imaginative, who would have thought of something like that?

Don’t criticize the lack of human imagination.

It was just that reality was more shocking than that imagination.

The eyes moved, and in accordance, the true form of At’laq Nacha began to reveal itself.

In a world not even of night, the light that had been obscured by the shaking of the body shone down on Dreamland, and finally, the giant outline was revealed.

A giant spider that encompassed the world and the universe.

What Yudahee first felt was not fear but a kind of reverence, rather than horror.

Organisms could grow so ignorantly huge.

And part of Yudahee’s consciousness flowed into that At’laq Nacha.

Um… What was it that was left there…? Yudahee, who was staring blankly, turned pale.

– H… ello…. I’m s…orry for interrupting.

-[?????]

It seemed enough to convey some meaning, even though it was partial.

“Damn, seriously…”

There’s no mockery like this.

He quietly closed his eyes.

—–

“…There was a past like that, wasn’t there~”

Yu Dahee froze in place, holding herself tightly, as Atllack-Nacha murmured about the past, frozen in the same position.

What on earth is going on?

It was a confirmed fact by Yu Dahee that Atllack-Nacha’s temporary avatar had undoubtedly collapsed in the previous match.

The Great Old One’s management office did not act overly concerned about the major issue of the manifestation of the Great Old One, and thoroughly erased all evidence to prevent the news from spreading.

And, swearing to the management office, Yu Dahee had never expected Atllack-Nacha to appear in front of her.

Breaking through all these assumptions, the Atllack-Nacha that appeared was something entirely different.

Unlike the previous unstable temporary body, it seemed perfectly stable to Yu Dahee’s eyes.

It was a body that seemed no different from the divine body, or rather, even more polished and closer to perfection.

Atllack-Nacha buried Yu Dahee’s head in her chest and pressed her cheeks against hers.

“Even though I’m a jobless loser, the arena is still open for business. It wouldn’t hurt to prepare by watching previous matches of others…”

Drinking milk might not have anything to do with height, but still, following the rumors didn’t sit well with her, so Adikia, who had briefly headed to the kitchen to warm up the milk, stopped in her tracks upon seeing the current situation.

“The chest monster… it’s devouring Yu Dahee…?”

The milk she had brought tilted over her finger, spilling everything onto the floor, but she couldn’t even bring herself to wipe it up.

And though it’s hard to believe, Dike, who finished washing the dishes in the kitchen, untied her apron and came outside.

“…Ah… huh?”

Her eyes met with Atlock Nacha, who embraced Yudahee.

Then, her expression changed unbelievably fast.

Inside Dike, a corner where Nyarlathotep quietly enjoyed a break twisted its face and sprung up from its place.

Atlock Nacha was no different; even though she was inside the shell called Dike, she realized without a doubt that the personality inside was Nyarlathotep, a being with an indescribably dirty behavior.

She had thought that she was the first to make contact in reality, but when did Nyarlathotep approach Yudahee?

Could it be that the one fighting Shub in the arena was Nyarlathotep, not this goddess?

Atlock Nacha, who had speculated that she must have the power equivalent to a goddess because she was called the goddess of justice, seemed to have received incorrect information.

*Ugh.*

Teeth involuntarily clench.

As their eyes collided and blazed in the air, Yudahee urgently scratched the tap towards Atlock Nacha’s chest.

“Breath, suffocating! K-cough-“

It was Yudahee on the verge of suffocation.