“Ah! Let me show you something interesting.”
Without a care for the shock of the Promotion Team, Yeomra suddenly stood up and strode toward the empty field in front of The Farm Hut.
At this point, every time Yeomra did something, the Promotion Team couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread.
Yeomra marched forward energetically and fetched a long pickaxe from somewhere.
Then, striking a pose, she shouted to the Promotion Team.
“Listen closely!”
“…?”
Not ‘look,’ but ‘listen’? Before the Promotion Team’s confusion had cleared, Yeomra swung the pickaxe in a powerful full swing, striking the ground.
-Uwaaaaaaaah!
“!!”
“Did you hear that?”
A distant groan echoed over. The pain in the sound was palpable, and the Promotion Team froze on the spot.
But Yeomra seemed unsatisfied.
“What, you didn’t hear it? Again!”
-Whoosh!
The pickaxe struck the ground once more.
-Kkyaaaaaaaa!!
A chilling scream resounded throughout Revelation Hell, like an echo shouted from a mountain.
Only then did Yeomra, apparently satisfied, brush her hair from her forehead and laugh.
“Well? Isn’t it killer?”
“…….”
So, after Northern Ice Hell, is the Genre of Revelation Hell a thriller too?
They suddenly missed the friendly negotiator they met in Boiling Hell.
Seeing the Promotion Team turn pale as a group, Princess Bari smiled gracefully.
“Hoho… Yeomra. It seems the children are startled. But anyway, shouldn’t they start by building the Farm Hut they’ll stay in today?”
“True.”
Yeomra nodded at Princess Bari’s words and walked back to the table.
She opened up a makeshift shed beside a tree to show them.
“Here are all the farming tools and equipment, and over there are panels and tents and everything you need.”
Yeomra pointed behind the Farm Hut, shrugging as if nothing in the world could trouble her.
“Build whatever you like. You can manage, right?”
The Promotion Team could only nod wordlessly.
After Yeomra the King left, saying she was busy with farm work, Princess Bari followed her.
The Promotion Team still couldn’t get up from the table.
The first to speak was Zack.
‘Mujae, what was that number she called? Some kind of code?’
“Oh. That’s my The Dead identification number. [00-749].”
“I figured as much… It’s a pretty old number, huh.”
Hallakgoong, who knew Otherworld better than Zack, nodded.
He had looked severely seasick just a moment ago, but now he spoke up.
“The Genre here is pretty grotesque.”
‘So Mujae, have you been here before too? Did you know it was like this?’
But Mujae’s complexion still hadn’t returned. Still pale and bloodless, Mujae looked like he might throw up if he spoke.
“Yeah. I completely forgot about it….”
“You forgot? All this dirt is made of sinners, you know?”
Hallakgoong asked in disbelief, and Mujae squeezed his eyes shut, nodding.
“Back then, a certain Chasa-nim stuck close to me the whole time…. This is actually my first time hearing the sound directly.”
“Chasa-nim?”
Sara had heard that in Revelation Hell, Yeomra worked alone, without even an okjol. Mujae explained further.
“I don’t remember exactly, but I think it was the Chasa-nim who brought me from This World.”
Mujae, clutching his forehead with both hands as if his head hurt, muttered wearily.
“Ha… That Chasa-nim told me the Majesty here is crazy, and to stay as far away as possible. I can’t believe I forgot that….”
“Guess he should just stick to farming. Or actually, that’s a relief.”
Who would’ve thought the king of Revelation Hell would turn the Genre into horror just by opening his mouth? Hallakgoong shook his head, all fondness lost from the first day. But…
‘So… How do we build the Farm Hut?’
They had only been on this business trip to Revelation Hell for barely an hour.
They were the ones who had first proposed a collaboration to another department in Otherworld, and now, the real work was about to begin.
Hallakgoong glanced at his friends on either side.
“Just asking, but…”
“Hm?”
“Anyone want to run away?”
“…….”
Yeomra the King must’ve predicted this from the Promotion Team. That’s why she laughed when they said they’d learn to farm, and just left them here to try it out.
But the reason they couldn’t get up easily wasn’t because of Yeomra’s ridicule.
“But if we just go back to Seocheon Flower Garden like this…”
‘…That doesn’t seem right.’
Zack shuddered. What had they gone through just to get on this business trip?
They had openly butted heads with their boss, risking disgrace.
They could clearly imagine what their boss would do if they returned empty-handed.
‘I knew it! Hahaha!’
Hallakgoong and Zack simply couldn’t bear the thought of facing that.
But when Mujae still showed no response, Hallakgoong tried speaking to him again.
“Mujae. If it’s too much, do you want to go back alone?”
They were so close that they sometimes forgot—Mujae was The Dead.
A soul wandering all over Hell, treated as a sinner wherever he went.
He stood on this very soil, but for Mujae, it must have been more chilling.
This ground could have been made from his own tongue.
“…No.”
But just as Zack and Hallakgoong couldn’t bear to return to Seocheon Flower Garden, Mujae didn’t want to go back either.
“Look, I’ve been dragged around for ages by other people for things I don’t even remember.”
Always afraid his real sins would be exposed any moment.
Mujae had always bowed to the kings of Otherworld like a sinner.
“In Otherworld, there’s no such thing as ‘presumption of innocence.’ Almost every Dead who arrives is a sinner.”
“Mujae….”
“Revelation Hell was just one of those places. Yeomra the King never even tried to investigate me, except the very first time.”
“Huh?”
So how? As his friends gave him questioning looks, Mujae let out a wry chuckle.
“It was simple. ‘Let’s just pull out the tongue! There’s no way you didn’t commit a sin.’ That’s what she said.”
“Heh….”
“I didn’t even understand what she meant back then.”
Mujae heaved a deep sigh. He had been terrified even meeting Supreme King Cho-gang in Boiling Hell. Now, he felt that Cho-gang seemed gentlemanly by comparison.
Mujae clenched both fists and looked up.
His clear eyes blazed with new passion.
“I don’t want to go back anymore. I’m only moving forward.”
“Mujae.”
“I did come because Hallakgoong wanted to meet Princess Bari, but I meant what I told the Ggotgam Officer as the Promotional Officer.”
-Farming is great, isn’t it?
-A Hell dedicated solely to farming goes well with the flower fields of Otherworld, don’t you think?
His friends remembered what Mujae had said to Sara. Mujae jumped to his feet.
“Let’s go check out the Farm Hut! Night falls fast here.”
“What? Really?”
“Yeah. Here, it’s always the winter solstice.”
Following Mujae, who was now leading the way, the Promotion Team hurried to the back of the Farm Hut and, just as Yeomra had said, found all sorts of supplies.
Hallakgoong picked up a door panel among the panels.
“Wow… This is legit.”
‘Looks like that’s a prefab type. There are a lot of screws here.’
Zack scooped up a handful of screws—parts that seemed useful anywhere. Mujae also examined the parts and grabbed a waterproof sheet.
“This must be the tent. Which one’s better?”
“Prefab panels are probably easier to assemble, I think.”
Hallakgoong hesitated. After gathering his thoughts, he explained to his friends.
“If we assemble the panels, it’ll be sturdier than a tent.”
“True.”
“But the problem is there are a ton of parts. We have no blueprint, no idea how many of which panels go where, or how long it’ll take.”
‘So then…’
Zack glanced at the waterproof sheet Mujae was holding.
Hallakgoong sighed lightly.
“The tent looks easier, but there’s another problem.”
He picked up a long iron rod in his hand—a stake for securing the tent.
“We’ll have to hammer these in.”
“Ugh…”
This time, it was Zack who groaned. Ever since that experiment during vacation, he’d found himself making involuntary noises—mostly groans.
“…Should we just pitch the tent?”
Mujae smiled sheepishly. Hallakgoong and Zack exchanged glances.
“If you’re okay with it.”
Nod.
A little later.
-Guaaaaaaaah!
-Aaagh! Aagh!
“What in the world are they doing to keep screaming like that?”
Yeomra the King, who had been pulling weeds for a while, straightened her back and muttered.
Princess Bari, who was helping, stifled her laughter.
“I don’t know what they’re up to, but it seems they’re adapting well.”
“Yeah. I thought they’d run right away.”
Suddenly, Yeomra spotted the weeds Bari had pulled and shouted in alarm.
“Hey! Why did you pull out the sprouts just coming up?!”
“Oh, did I? I thought they were all weeds~”
Princess Bari smiled as if nothing was wrong. Yeomra pressed her forehead as if getting a headache.
“Aigo~ I just hope those kids are better at farming than you.”
“Of course they will be, hohoho.”
-Heuuuuu…!
In stark contrast to the cheerful conversation of the two gods,
the endless wailing of pain filled Revelation Hell.