Chapter 110
Chapter 110
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: End of the Field Trip
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The creator of Giga-Christ, Lee Seung-hoon, was immediately forcibly repatriated to the living world.
On the first day of the month, his soul, which had come to hell through the underworld gate open for 24 hours, returned to the land of the living.
In the end, Lee Seung-hoon never got to witness the outcome of the creation he had made.
Even if he had the chance to see it, he couldn't stay long enough to observe properly.
[Waah!]
But not even an hour after he left.
There were those watching the fate of the humans saved by Giga-Christ.
"......"
Beyond the massive screen, the footage ended with the newly reincarnated Yun Si-woo.
The conference room with the screen was empty of people, containing only monitors.
"What did you all think? See, I was right?"
Out of the ten monitors, a voice emanated from one.
It was a woman's voice that Lee Seung-hoon would have instantly recognized as belonging to the Ultra-Strong Great King, brimming with triumphant pride.
"This candidate for the Ten Kings is the super ace who's going to change hell, right?"
"However, using the Karma Mirror's future sight—a function available only once every thousand years—for this is regrettable."
"King Songje, the futures foreseen by the Karma Mirror always come to pass anyway, don't they? Instead of peering into futures we can't influence, wouldn't it be more efficient to use it to recognize the talents of our promising junior?"
The silhouette beyond the monitor with the placard "King Songje" nodded.
"Your point has merit. His ability to handle matters was indeed exceptional."
"I agree as well."
This time, the monitor in front of the "King Jinkwang" placard activated.
"Even if it's just a fragment, using the power of creation not for his own gain but for the salvation of others deserves praise. Moreover, leveraging it to recreate the Savior, who had vanished along with original sin, and lead hell's sinners to repentance was brilliant."
"But how did the Savior's form come about?"
The question came from the monitor with the "King of the Five Offices" placard.
"According to the Ultra-Strong Great King, the fragment of creation he possesses came from the first child. Shouldn't the first child have appeared then?"
"The power of creation is the purest force—the same used to make the second child. If the prospective King of Hell shaped his creation with that power, focusing on the second child, it's natural for it to connect spiritually with the Savior. Though it's merely a minor aspect, not the true self."
"What of the first?"
"Given what's happening to him, intervention is impossible. I can only speculate that he might have become a small window, a medium through which to observe the world."
King Jinkwang sighed and shook his head.
"More than that, there might be an uproar from above. Even if it's just a minor aspect, the Creator's most cherished child has ended up on our side in a bizarre form..."
"The Creator hasn't moved since the second child's death. The same goes for those winged followers. So don't worry too much."
"King Biensung, your eternal optimism is refreshing."
"In modern human lingo, it's 'lucky Vicky,' right?"
"'Lucky Vicky' implies that everything happening to you ultimately turns out for the best, so the usage is a bit off. You're just naturally positive."
"Wow! Failing to use it right taught me the true meaning of 'lucky Vicky'—talk about a total lucky Vicky!"
King Jinkwang then polled for opinions.
"So, when human Lee Seung-hoon falls to our side after death, does any King object to enthroning him as one of the Ten Kings?"
"None here."
"Not particularly from me."
"More Kings would be great."
A few voiced opinions, but all were positive.
"Since implementing the repentance system, only four souls have escaped hell through repentance to date. All four were arhats who had awakened to the Dharma but fell into hell due to tangled worldly fates."
The monitor with the "King Mount Tai" placard was followed by the speaker on "King Equality"'s monitor activating.
"For ordinary mortals, repenting amid hell's torments is impossible. That's why we've been discussing it with Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and others, but Lee Seung-hoon single-handedly built a groundbreaking system. Therefore, I support his enthronement as a King."
"Everything worked out great! What do you think, King Odo Jeonryun?"
"......"
All eyes turned to the dark monitor.
"Hell of pitch darkness feels even darker today, huh?"
"Ah, sorry."
The "King Odo Jeonryun" monitor finally lit up belatedly.
The image shown was not a King, but a goblin.
"King Odo Jeonryun left for the living world a few days ago."
"The living world? For what?"
"Humans up there are enjoying something called 'Marine Literature' as entertainment, and a concept called 'Odo-zza-se' appears in it. They linked it to our King Odo Jeonryun and wrote something extremely insulting. Unable to contain his anger, he went to check who wrote it himself."
"What's Marine Literature?"
"Marine Literature is..."
After hearing the goblin's explanation, the Kings swallowed hard.
"The darkness of humans..."
"I absolutely don't want to look into it."
"I understand King Odo Jeonryun's feelings."
"Send them to Internet Hell after death."
"Anyway, unanimous consent?"
"One more left."
This time, all eyes turned to the placard reading "Yama Heaven."
"What say you, Yama?"
The screen showed only blazing karmic flames.
After waiting a long time for a reply, one of the Kings spoke up.
"Looks like he forgot to turn on the mic."
"Still, it's progress. At least the camera's on."
"First time, he burned the mouse and keyboard to ashes."
"At this rate, Yama will adapt to modern gadgets within a century."
"Since he hasn't come here in person, he must agree."
The Kings decided Lee Seung-hoon's fate.
"Human Lee Seung-hoon has brought great change to the underworld through this field trip. We recognize him as a prospective King of Hell. His path is so chaotic that it's uncertain if he'll end up on our side after death, but we shall preemptively mark his soul as a prospective King, granting him partial authority of the Ten Kings."
Lee Seung-hoon's image appeared on the monitors.
As the Kings extended their hands, something was imprinted on his soul.
"This way, even if he falls elsewhere, there's a chance he'll return to us."
"Damn."
He opened his eyes to a familiar ceiling.
Feeling the heavy weight of his body again after losing the sense of floating, he rose from the bed.
'I didn't get to see Giga-Christ in action.'
Would he really reform the sinners properly?
Would the sinners truly repent by following him?
"I have no choice but to trust Giga-Christ."
He waited a day, but no further contact came from the Ultra-Strong Great King.
The tour of the Eastern Hell—which had become somewhat unique due to neoliberalism and modernization—had finally ended, returning him to ordinary daily life.
"Damn."
But the aftereffects were severe.
'I got a glimpse of Eastern Hell's reality, even if partial.'
In modern Korea, mentioning heaven and hell gets you labeled a cultist.
Believing in religion proves stupidity; proselytizing is a sin—yet it's also the country with the highest rate of cults.
'If a 21st-century crusade happened, it might break out in Korea.'
Even so, I want to share my experience.
Who knows what hell you'll go to after death—beyond Eastern and Western hells, other fates and entities await—but from what I saw, Eastern Hell had a high proportion of East Asians.
So many Koreans will end up there too.
I want to tell them what I saw, so they can prepare even a little.
'Whether to live cleanly from now on, or steel their minds for falling into hell.'
Even if it's just Internet Hell among countless hells.
With so many internet addicts here, it'll surely help.
'And warn them not to be too shocked about meeting Giga-Christ there.'
Alright, time to write that post!
As he booted up his computer to scour still-unbanned communities, he realized all recent incidents stemmed from his internet posts.
"Once is a mistake. Twice is bad luck. Three times is your fault."
He couldn't repeat the same mistake.
But the flames of debate and argument burning inside him wouldn't die down.
"Ah."
Right.
"That place exists, doesn't it?"
"Hmm-hmm-hmm~♪"
Lee So-young (27), the new hire at Sarang Goods Trading, hummed cheerfully on her first day at the new company.
'Now, misfortune ends and happiness begins!'
She had graduated university with top grades and plunged into the job hunt years ago.
But as the saying goes, fortune comes seven times, misfortune three—she'd drawn the short straw on job luck.
[Miss Lee! Get me some coffee! Hehe~ Isn't your skirt too short? Careful, or your panties will show. Here, let me check for you—come closer!]
She'd landed jobs fine, but every workplace was rotten.
[So-young, computers are personal items, so buy your own. Get the office software too. And remember, office supplies in the break room are covered by employees two at a time out of pocket.]
Unclear if she was there to earn money or burn it.
[Duties: sorting supplies, warehouse management, driving employees to/from work, bookkeeping, CAD drafting, electrical wiring checks, building a commute logging program, night security, drafting next year's budget. Easy, right?]
A one-man company demanding all that for 2.5 million won a month.
[So-young, don't talk to Team Leader Kim, okay? The guy's a total sleaze. Don't get on his side. Don't talk to Assistant Manager Oh either—just gave the director a cheap tie for his birthday, trash. New Vice Manager's okay but doesn't help with extra work. And avoid Management Team 3—they're all idiots, so smartly dodge their tossed tasks.]
Feuding factions like the Warring States period.
Midsize companies by size, but mysteriously rotten inside.
"Hehehe! But now misfortune ends and happiness begins!"
Hope gleamed in her eyes.
"Sarang Goods Trading is definitely not rotten!"
They said salaries were several times higher than big corps.
They said self-development was the job.
They said it was an amusement park, not a company.
They said they regularly raffled life-changing billions in lotto, with high odds of winning.
"A legal wage Lupin—no, life Lupin company!"
Suck the company dry, retire at 40.
Open my own cafe and live leisurely!
On her first day, the rarely seen Sarang Goods chairman appeared.
"Everyone."
Chairman Lee Seung-hoon's voice boomed through the mic, gathering all employees.
"Heaven and hell do exist."
"......"
"Buddhist hell exists in particular! I visited the hell where internet criminals suffer. Known as Internet Hell, it holds countless punishments tied to the internet."
Lee So-young thought to herself as she listened.
"There, internet speeds are agonizingly slow—downloading a public certificate takes dozens of minutes, filling you with unbearable hunger and rage. Goblins will whisper troll-like taunts nonstop to stoke your fury, and furthermore..."
Of course it was.
"There's Giga-Christ there! A being that looks just like this. Familiar, right? Yes, exactly—resembling Jesus. Its form may seem comical or menacing, but its essence isn't far off from Jesus. So if you meet Giga-Christ in hell, you'll be saved."
No wonder the luck.
'It was a cult after all.'