I Translated the Necronomicon chapter 29

29. Parentless GOA. T-

“Take a look at this! I actually found something incredible, you know?”

The teacher, Yogg, burst into the classroom, holding something in both hands with excitement.

A red button attached to a small gray box.

“It’s called the 5-Trillion-Year Button! What it does is, the moment you press it, you spend 5 trillion years in a different space, and when it’s over, you come back here, having lost all your memories!”

“Damn-“

Yu Dahee, wary that even her breath might touch the button, quickly stepped back.

Among all the items brought in by foreign news so far, Yu Dahee had never seen anything so full of malice.

Before malice, it was simply a devil’s button that, just by touching it, could send one’s life plummeting into the abyss…!

“No way! I won’t do it! Don’t touch it! Don’t touch! Leave it there! Don’t touch it! Azathoth! Save me, Azathoth! Damn, your second seat is trying to assassinate me right now!”

aaah!

Screaming, she tried to run away, but in the end, she found herself caught by Yogg-Sothoth’s tentacles.

“Uh, eugh-!”

In imminent danger of being forcibly pressed, her whole body entangled in the tentacles…!

She resisted with all her might, fingers straining to the point of breaking, but it was futile.

Her brain was ravaged by the tentacles that entered through her ears, strength drained from her body, and finally, the button was pressed…

Click.

She pressed it.

Feeling currents running through her entire body and simultaneously being sucked away somewhere, but it wasn’t into the empty space of 5 trillion years…?

Click, click.

Yu Dahee, feeling nothing but the button’s sensation, held the box and pressed it several times, but only meaningless sounds echoed, and the dark 5 trillion years of horror never came.

In that appearance, Yogg, who brought the box, simply let out a cool laugh.

“Hmm… Seems like it doesn’t work for you, after all?”

“…Fake? No, is it real…?”

Although Yudahee was chilled by Yogg’s behavior, who simply took the box in his hand without answering the question, all Yudahee could do was stare with resentment and affection.

“But still, it works for the one behind. Fortunately.”

“Behind…?”

Yudahee, turning back at Yogg’s mysterious words, found nothing but dark emptiness there. There was nothing at all, yet Yogg was behaving as if someone was there.

“Welcome, Contractee Zanmang (殘亡).”

Yudahee couldn’t understand at all, but muttering that trying to understand the madness in the foreigner’s mind was insane, she could only turn away.

Damn it, I really need to escape quickly.

—–

“Kelkel…!”

Lucky, really lucky.

After all of his equipment came out consecutively from the boxes, he held the talisman in his hand.

A talisman refined by offering prayers and wishes for 100 days under the moonlight, and a small bronze mirror that allows one to observe the target’s heart.

He had been anxious, fearing that he might be eliminated from the match without acquiring them, but it seemed the heavens were on his side, Zanmang, his ally.

All of them, created with the support of the union of yokai deities, the most powerful among the artifacts, which he wouldn’t have had a chance to use under normal circumstances… Whether it was intelligence or luck, finally, the lifeline had come.

[Penetrate the memories of the former champion Yudahee! And clearly see what technique messed up the previous arena, and carve it into the talisman!]

The powerful command engraved with divine power constantly reached Zanmang, and he, as if responding to it, took the talisman and mirror and walked slowly forward.

It was easy to know where Yudahee was.

Upon entering the arena, he had lightly dabbed the trailing scent on the gear he was wearing.

The Thousand-League Trailing Scent, literally living up to its name—tracking 400km might be pushing it, but within the arena’s limit of 100km, it was more than sufficient to detect.

From Noble mtl dot com

Closing his eyes and concentrating on the location by gathering his hands slowly, it was a subtle maneuver of observing the position…

“What’s this?”

Nowhere in the arena could the Trailing Scent be detected.

Wondering what in the world was happening, he tried again, but with the same result.

Had the scent sprayed on Yudahee’s gear evaporated inexplicably?

“No way… Haven’t withdrawn the gear yet… No, that can’t be.”

Over 30 minutes into the match, a situation that had progressed well beyond, it was only natural for a typical contractor to have obtained one or two pieces of their gear…

Except for some.

“Why on earth are rabbit pajamas coming out…”

Yudahee sighed deeply while looking at a set of clothes with pink rabbit ears.

If luck is at this level, it transcends misfortune into the realm of calamity.

Having easily dispatched the previous three contractors with just a pencil, Yudahee still couldn’t retrieve his own gear.

Rabbit pajamas, a pencil, a ballpoint pen, a sharpener, a fork, and even a butter knife, not to mention a trickster bowl and slippers, all popped out.

“….”

It should be at least a decent fail.

Could it be that what I’m opening right now isn’t a gear random box but a damn all-random box?

Otherwise, at the moment when the furrow in his forehead deepened due to the box’s outrageous behavior, he finally achieved one thing.

“Ah… Parasu… Finally, you showed up…”

Finally, after only looking at the weapons, I couldn’t express how joyful I was when I saw the real deal.

Sigh, as expected, only you, Parash.

If I go back, I’ll have to meticulously clean it with oil in a frenzy, Yoo Da-hee vowed.

The number of survivors floating in the sky had already reached 77/100.

Considering Yoo Da-hee’s contribution to reducing three of them, the progress was quite fast.

It was a 100km x 100km arena, so it was natural not to encounter each other at the beginning if the participants were evenly distributed. However, it seemed like some areas were grouped together, summoned as a team… Yoo Da-hee immediately dismissed that thought.

As the physical constraints gradually eased with the passage of time, sensation returned.

Moreover, with Parash in hand, it seemed that regaining the original equipment further enhanced the strength.

Then, there were steady gazes.

One, two, three… No, with the popularity of so many contractors, it felt as if this wasn’t a 100km area at all, but rather about 1km. Over 20 contractors hiding in the ruins, peering at this side with an eerie vibe, were no less than yan-dere stalkers in a horror movie.

“Hmm…”

There was really no specific reason for the contractors to gather like this.

Just to be sure, I checked if there was a bounty on Adikia till the end, but there was nothing like that…

If we had to be particular, it could be revenge for the last game, or maybe the opponent they were wary of had been trampled before they could grow any bigger.

Pretending not to notice, they withdrew as I approached, and when I stopped, they slowly approached again, quite a frustrating behavior.

If they were men, they would have confronted me directly, but these bastards… Yoo Da-hee’s brow furrowed.

There’s no reason not to chase after them… Is there any need to hold back here?

If that’s the case, then I have to forcibly draw them out.

“Let’s see if they don’t come out even after I do this once. You bastards.”

There was no sacrifice to be made this time, like the last, but still, it was easy enough to take on a form.

However, even if she took a form, Artlak Nacha couldn’t be summoned.

Because it was a deal with the management bureau.

But those present here didn’t know that… and that could be used to her advantage.

As if sealing a deal with a handshake, she turned her body towards the direction with the most hidden figures, and screams erupted naturally.

“Ah! That damn dog!”

“He’s trying that again! Scatter! No, the other way!”

From the guy trying desperately to avoid being hit, not even a stone-hit frog, to those rushing towards Yudahee with weapons in hand, yelling,

“Block him! Somehow, cut off that consciousness!”

Dust rose, and simultaneously, some were propelled off the ground like arrows, flying towards this side.

A familiar face to Yudahee appeared in the midst.

Unlike Yudahee, who was covered in a variety of collar parts, each in different colors, wearing his original equipment, they looked uniform.

Looking at Yudahee, who couldn’t react despite being inches away, the contractor exhaled with satisfaction.

This guy, as long as it wasn’t some damn weird summoning, was nothing – they thought, swinging a sword towards Yudahee’s neck… but they didn’t know.

They didn’t know that Yudahee, with just a pencil, had slaughtered three armed individuals.

It was just an incident that happened with a single pencil.

Those who could tell them were already lying on the floor with evenly round holes in their foreheads. How could they know?

Just before the sword touched the neck, it was swiftly deflected upwards.

The wrist recoiled to the point of numbness. Upon looking to the side in disbelief, there, instead of the hand that had been shaking hands with Yudahee, Parashu was now firmly gripped.

The once-numb wrist became fiery.

In an instant, the wrist that had been torn into pieces, momentarily stared blankly at it with a “Huh?” But soon, the contractor stood tall in that spot.

A drop of blood marked the end of Parashu’s blade, and a die rolled around in Yudahee’s inner self.

“You give crappy equipment, but the attack is critical, huh?”

Then, gradually, a bloodline emerged from the forehead, leaving no room for rebellion.

What would someone whose body had been precisely split into two sides do?

“hahahaha. Split right in half.”

Other stunned individuals, attempting to avoid those confronting them, were not Yudahee, who watched quietly without moving.

Those individuals had already come too close.

Moreover, it didn’t matter if they tried to escape.

Would he just stand there and show his back after shaking hands with them again? Really?

[Oh, oh? Leave this? Then, aren’t you guys just exposing your backs?]

They were individuals who remembered the incident from the previous match, and seeing that, could they run away?

Despite clenching their teeth, shedding tears, and doing everything to interrupt Yudahee’s consciousness, all they faced was the cold edge of Parashu’s axe.

“… Seriously, what a freaking crow-like game!”

“This damn son of a b*tch GOA. The f*cker-“

Like fireflies flying towards the light.

“Mmm, delicious~”

Yudahee reveled in the praise.