I Translated the Necronomicon chapter 10

10. aaa-That’s not a pillar, not a pillarㅏㅏ

Previous memories resurfaced.

Emptiness with nothing.

In the midst of that… truly strange as it may sound, a classroom was floating.

Seated in a classroom that seemed almost half destroyed as if hit by shelling, wearing none other than a school uniform, was Yudahee, and-

“Tada~”

A white-haired woman, fluttering a skirt that reached her knees, made her entrance.

Yudahee was well aware that this was not reality.

“…What is this shabby illusion.”

“Shabby illusion? Well, I did my best to tailor it to your taste.”

The woman, swaying her skirt, looked around as if pleased, then leaned over Yudahee’s desk, propped her arms, and stared intently.

“How is it? hehehe, the appearance of the peerless me?”

“It’s the worst.”

The figure of the opponent was undeniably close to Yudahee’s ideal, except for one thing.

“…Can’t you fix your damn language?”

“Damn language! It’s godly language! Praise it as the language of the gods…! Losing godly language is a sign of death, you know…!”

“What kind of nonsense is she muttering?”

“From the beginning, arguing about whether it’s a dick move or a godly move in this situation is weird.”

Yudahee couldn’t help but feel her heart flutter at the sight of the girl pushing up her glasses and getting closer, but instead of excitement, she was overwhelmed with fear, to the point where cold sweat dripped down her spine.

Goosebumps rose along the path of the hand gently caressing her cheek.

“Tsk tsk, one should respect preferences, but you always remain so rigid.”

“…Well, anyone would be like that if they had an Outer God right in front of them.”

“Is that so? Then let me change it a bit. Let’s see, the memory…”

Things that seemed to be just thin fingers gradually started to look different.

An incomprehensible tentacle – tentacle – tentacle – alkfndf81^gs!%3%

“Geeeh-“

After slapping her cheek, it burrowed into her ear, caressing Yudahee’s brain with an eerie tenderness.

It wasn’t just a simple mental interaction using a tricky psychic ability, but a process of literally reading information engraved in each and every cell, as the tentacles delved into every nook and cranny of the brain, devouring the cerebrum, cerebellum, midbrain, hindbrain, and spinal cord.

[I do not permit your death.]

Simultaneously with the Outer God’s command, the departing soul, as if secured by a safety belt, shook her body and returned.

Drooling excessively didn’t seem entirely normal, but it was still within an acceptable range.

Last time, she had a hard time because her mental level was down for more than a year, as if she were a hamster or something.

“If it happens again this time, it’ll be troublesome, so I’ll endure it to this extent~”

With the sound of the finger tentacle coming out of her ear, Yudahee regained focus in her eyes.

Damn, damn, damn, damn.

Brain F*ck.

Being mentally violated was an act that plunged one’s humanity into the abyss, regardless of whether it felt good or bad, but there was absolutely no way to resist.

“J..u..st…ju…st…ju..da…hui…ju..da..hui…man…se…”

The opponent was an incomprehensible being, capable of rolling up a galaxy like a grape candy in their mouth.

It was an overwhelming despair for a human like Yudahei to confront.

Yet, despite enduring such despair… he had no choice but to cling to the Outer God.

“So, shall we begin the lesson now? Let’s see… today, is it a summoning ritual?”

Because she was one of the few beings from the incomprehensible outer space who genuinely held goodwill towards him, and also the only mentor who explained the contents of the Necronomicon to help him survive in this world, Yudahei endured everything she did.

“…In a summoning ritual, what’s essentially needed is not the number or form of offerings, but the accurate name.

A fantasy began to overlay itself along the outline of the Outer God’s finger.

“The ritual is simply following a well-crafted guideline on how to call upon a particular entity, and the offerings are just greasing the wheels. In that sense, you can be considered quite unique.”

The Outer God’s chuckle burrowed into Yudahei’s mind.

“The one and only mortal who knows all the secrets of the Outer Gods, past, present, and future.”

Even a simple chuckle shook his mind.

“Simply… knowing the name is enough to summon?”

“And the summoned ones usually strive to fulfill the summoner’s wishes~”

Seeing my bewildered expression, the Outer God tapped its chin.

“Well, shall we try an example?”

A swarm of ants began to be drawn on the floor.

Wriggling and squirming, it feels like a vividly manifested fantasy of a truly alive ant colony.

“If you imagine ants drawing a circle with stolen rice inside a house. Ordinary humans would immediately get rid of those ant colonies… but what if those ants were shouting ‘Yudahee! Yudahee! Yudahee!’?”

“Um… I guess I’d try to see what’s going on?”

“And then those ants start speaking to you.”

-You are bound by the symbol of prosperity, and therefore, you cannot escape from us! Instead, if you grant our wish, we will set you free!

“Of course, you could ignore and get rid of them… but if curiosity leads you to ask what their wish is, then it’s likely they’ll ask for something like killing another ant or more sugary water, right?”

Indeed, a very trivial wish.

“It’s not that difficult to grant that, is it? If you think of it as the price for getting a bizarre story like ‘There are talking ants in our house!’ to share with others, it’s really nothing.”

From the human perspective, just as the ant’s wish is simple, from the outsider’s perspective, a human getting wet is no different from an ant.

“But occasionally, ants with wishes that are hard to understand will appear.”

-I love her, but she’s not interested in me… please make me the most precious ant to her!

“If you were to accept such a wish… the solution is simple.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, the outsider’s foot comes down on the ants on the ground.

Squish, squish, squish.

After a few clouds of stepped-on ants, only two survive among the many ant colonies.

“If you kill all except these two, won’t they become the most precious? Then the ants, terrified, will murmur like this.”

-What have I just done.

Chomp.

The outsider, looking at Yudahee with a face chewing on poop, clapped his hands and erased the illusion of the ants.

“Summoning outsiders has this meaning.”

“I absolutely won’t do it.”

“Well… Whether that will happen as you wish, no one knows, right?”

The foreign journalist’s face, forming a sly smile, frightened Yudahee immensely.

“So, up to this point, it was the most basic summoning – and from here, there’s a method that applies this method further.”

“Apply?”

“Understanding the true name means attracting the other’s attention.”

The classroom began to ripple and transform.

“It’s like a single ant suddenly shouting like this.”

-This guy is actually a damn perverted b*tch infected with syphilis, leprosy, and herpes!

Oh, f*ck.

“That’s not even in your house, but speaking loud enough for everyone in the neighborhood to hear. Then, wouldn’t you try to find that ant and tear it apart right away?”

“I won’t do it. I won’t summon.”

I won’t do such crazy things.

But as if anticipating my reaction, the foreign journalist smiled and began to grasp the knuckles of both hands.

“So, I’ll do it for you.”

“…What?”

In an instant, freedom of my body was completely taken away.

The classroom, the blackboard, the desk, the chair, all transformed into a mass of inescapable tentacles, enveloping Yudahee’s body.

“Uh-uh-uh!”

The foreign journalist, who had taken complete control of Yudahee’s body, slowly adjusted her arms and hands to proceed with the summoning ritual.

The communion of consciousness begins.

And the tentacle that forcibly crossed the throat to be heard by all foreign entities existing in this emptiness opened a prayer and uttered a voice.

[Foreign entities plagued by exorcism, syphilis, lameness, and herpes, come this way if you dare.]

It is not Yudahee’s will. No, no, no! Damn it, no, no! It’s not me!

“Now, the content of the next class is… how to survive among those so-called foreign entities.”

“Hey, you son of a b*tch!”

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When the tentacle was unleashed and shouted like that, it was already too late.

Eyeballs appearing endlessly beyond the classroom window.

“Ah.”

Yudahee tightly closed his eyes.

*****

…It was no different from back then.

Countless contractees’ gazes were fixed on him.

Eyes eagerly looking for tempting prey.

They eyed each other warily, and a boundary was drawn between them in the bizarre spectacle created by Yudahee’s three constructed corpses.

A circular boundary with a radius of 30m.

It was small if small and large if large.

However, due to the strange sense of distance that the boundary brought, they all hesitated to step forward.

The pressure of not knowing if someone would attack from behind if they leaped.

And in the very short time that pressure created… it became the worst nightmare for them.

Blood flowed from the three corpses, pooling beneath Yudahee’s feet, forming a perfect circle.

A simple circle with no special patterns or symbols.

Other contractors with magical abilities observed, but they didn’t take an assertive stance.

Rather, it was developing in a strange way.

The summoning circle, made through a ritual of human sacrifice, was not actively catalyzing but rather acting as a constraint, allowing only brief contact for a very short period.

It was almost laughable – a magical circle imposing constraints on itself.

However, soon all laughter disappeared.

“…Damn it, I swore I’d never use this… This is all your fault.”

Yudahee, bound by a contract with a supernatural being, closed her eyes.

The foundation of the summoning ritual lay in invoking the cosmic deities known as the Outer Gods, but with slight modifications… Other things were also possible.

[…Great Old One.]

Ancient and great beings.

Whether they were foreign gods or Great Old Ones, there might not be much difference on Earth.

Still, limiting the ritual to ancient beings expected to be favorably disposed towards her.

As she opened her eyes, countless attacks from those who instinctively sensed danger were pouring down.

But none of them reached Yudahee.

[…Athlak Nacha.]

A massive pillar descended from the sky.

Crash!

The barrier constraining the arena shattered and crumbled upon the lifeless pillar – it penetrated.

“Uaaah!”

All magic, all attacks, evaporated completely in the tremor of the space, and those who were in front of Yudahee couldn’t find a trace anywhere.

What remained in that spot was just a black pillar.

A giant pillar that extended beyond the horizon, filling the space of 10km x 10km, with no end in sight.

The number of people engraved in the sky of the arena began to fluctuate rapidly.

[….19/100]

How many people died simultaneously, in total?

The survivors were not those in front of Yudahee but those behind, and the huge pillar in front of them was so smooth that if you approached it closely, your face would be reflected.

Their gaze slowly followed the pillar upwards, and the decreasing number of survivors’ alarms caught their attention, but…

The survivors couldn’t rejoice only at the fact that they were in the last winning group, within the top 20.

Their gaze still followed beyond,

The endless pillar… their gaze continued to rise along the pillar.

“Pillar…?”

No, it wasn’t a pillar.

It was-

A leg, it was a leg.

One of the central legs of something so huge that planets would be treated as mere grains of sand.

At the end of it was a spider, a spider.

Only one of the spider’s eight legs was stuck here.

“Aah, aah- aaah!”

And to those who realized that fact, a massive mental contamination began to rush in.

Whether they possessed strong mental strength or items that could resist, regardless of such things, an enormous amount of mental contamination swept through the arena, turning minds upside down.

Even for the contractors, or those with temporary invincibility granted within the arena, it was utterly useless.

…Soul melts into denial in the presence of extraterrestrial beings.

As everyone crawled on the ground with dilated pupils, there was only one person standing with feet on the ground.

The roster of the arena was once again refreshed.

[1/100]

Only the last one was gazing at the sky with a subtle expression.

Damn it, I definitely imposed a contact time constraint through personal sacrifices… but it ended up becoming a non-event, like a lie.

The Great Old One that wouldn’t disappear, Atlach-Nacha.

I had definitely done it as I learned, so why did it turn out like this?

Yudahee let out a deep sigh.

“Uh… Can’t you just let me go back now…?”

[No.]

Ah.