I Became A Part Time Employee For Gods Chapter 33

#33. 검신 유담덕! (2)

Thud! Thud!

The familiar sound of metalworking echoed in my ears.

I watched Hephaestus’s divinely inspired hammering in a daze.

I had waved my hand dismissively at Ju So-Yul’s confident response, thinking it was preposterous.

Why? Because even for a lower deity such as myself, let alone a mid-level deity like Ju So-Yul, we didn’t have the money to make a fake sun and sun chariot that are widely accepted in the world of gods—the currency of name value.

Of course, I didn’t know the exact cost of the commission, but intuitively, I knew it was hopelessly out of reach without even having to inquire.

Yet, as always, Ju So-Yul, with her expressionless face, simply said to me, “Let’s go.”

With no other brilliant plan at hand, in the end, I found myself here after a ride on Apollo’s horses.

But then I realized…

‘I must have been terribly mistaken.’

Even if Hephaestus was generous, why would he create a fake sun for us who couldn’t even afford it…

No sooner had I thought this than Hephaestus, with a hearty laugh, agreed to do it.

He even added that it would be completed after three days and nights of non-stop work.

For a moment, I thought I had misheard him.

Why would he commit to creating a fake sun and a sun chariot for us, who had no money, after staying up for three straight days and nights?

But Hephaestus laughed off the question, saying he owed Ju So-Yul a great debt and that this was the least he could do.

A great debt?

What kind of debt could it be that he would create a sun for free?

Regardless of my astonished expression, the deal between Ju So-Yul and Hephaestus was swiftly concluded.

That had all happened just a few minutes ago.

‘As always, he’s an enigma through and through.’

I watched Ju So-Yul flipping through books in a storehouse stacked with the archives of gods.

‘Even if I ask what happened, he never gives me a straight answer.’

It was always like this with Ju So-Yul.

He had an air of knowing the ways of the world, lifting up and lowering people at his whim…

Feeling my displeased gaze, Ju So-Yul closed a book and gestured with his chin toward the entrance.

What… does he want me to follow?

I mouthed ‘Why?’ but Ju So-Yul silently opened the door and left the smithy.

‘Anyone who saw us would think we were heading to a fight.’

That expressionless face of his.

I’d thought we’d gotten close, but then he would become utterly inscrutable again.

I left the clinging dwarves behind and followed Ju So-Yul out of the forge.

The landscape of the island of Lemnos unfolded before me—emerald seas, mountains crowned with rings of clouds, and vast grasslands.

Swoosh!

The wind blew refreshingly, laying down the grass as it passed.

It was a breathtakingly beautiful island with the forge of Hephaestus standing guard in its center.

“Nice weather,” I remarked, stretching mightily as Ju So-Yul quietly began to speak, looking out over the sea.

“Remember what I mentioned before?”

“You’ve said so many things before.”

He always seemed to insinuate that something big was coming… or remind me of something he did…

Even though he was supposedly passing along this knowledge for my survival, I worried whether his extensive use of his prophetic powers wasn’t affecting his health.

“To prevent the war of the gods, there’s something we must do,” he stated.

At that, I turned my head sharply.

“Oh, you mean that thing you wouldn’t tell me about because the time wasn’t right?”

After defeating Neptune and returning to the modern world, I had a lot of discussions with Ju So-Yul.

Most were about her prophetic abilities and how I would proceed with my part-time duties for the gods, but at one point, Ju So-Yul had broached a serious topic only to change the subject abruptly.

She knew how to keep a person’s curiosity piqued…

“Yes, that.”

“What is it?”

What could it be that he was putting off telling me?

Despite my filled-to-the-brim curiosity, Ju So-Yul’s face remained impassive.

“In fact, it’s precisely that which encompasses everything we have to do from now on.”

“What?”

“There’s only one way for you to prevent the war of the gods.”

“But what is it? What’s with this suspense?”

I needed to know in order to respond.

“Stop being so infuriatingly vague and spit it out…!”

“We need a priest.”

“…What priest? What did you say?”

Had I heard the word ‘priest’ correctly?

Like… a cleric who serves a god? A priest?

I looked at him with wide eyes, and only then did Ju So-Yul lock eyes with me.

Swoosh!

The wind that blew felt different now, somehow foreign.

“…Hey, wait a sec. Priest? You know, I’m human. I’m not a real god.”

The idea of a human having a priest seemed as if I were a cult leader in some movie.

But Ju So-Yul was firm.

“A priest is a powerful entity. You alone don’t stand a chance in stopping the war of the gods.”

“But why would such a powerful being follow me? Your prophecy could be wrong.”

Ju So-Yul always trusted her prophetic powers too much for my liking. What if the prophecy was wrong, after all?

“What if it was you who were mistaken?”

Ju So-Yul’s cool question left me speechless.

“If you’re wrong, tens, if not hundreds of millions will die.”

Her words conjured the face of one person in my mind—my mother, who was now living her second life.

Sigh. A deep sigh escaped me.

Ju So-Yul then looked ahead again, as if she knew what I was thinking, and said,

“Don’t worry. Taking on a priest isn’t as old-fashioned as you think.”

With Dum-Deok remaining silent, Ju So-Yul continued her explanation.

“When the divine power of a lower-tier god exceeds 50,000, they gain access to an ability called ‘Call of the God.’ That’s when it all begins.”

My current divine power was at 30,000.

Just 20,000 more…

I’d already become quite strong in the human world, but upon entering the world of gods, my strength always felt ridiculously minimal.

“So, the power known as Call of the God is the ability to appoint a priest?”

“Yes. With that power, you can summon a priest anytime to fight by your side.”

What followed next was truly shocking.

According to the prophecy Ju So-Yul had seen, I would have…

“Twelve priests?! I’m going to have twelve priests?”

“Yes. And they will be scattered across different dimensions.”

“Which dimensions? Where?”

“You’ve seen it in the part-time job for gods portal. Right now, you can only do continental part-time jobs, but once your divine power exceeds 50,000, you’ll unlock interdimensional part-time jobs.”

“So, which dimension are we talking about?”

“…There are many, should I tell you about them all?”

Well, this was maddening.

I’d already faced death multiple times since arriving in the Greek mythological world.

And now, it seemed I would have to traverse different dimensions as well.

Seeing my bewildered face, Ju So-Yul offered a piece of consolation for the first time.

“No need to fret too much. Fortunately, the first priest is in our world. Start by subjugating them, and they’ll be a great asset to our strength.”

“Did you say every priest was a powerful being?”

“Yes. Each and every one is a formidable entity.”

It wasn’t the most reassuring thing I’d heard, but I felt somewhat better than before.

If even one mighty priest was on my side, perhaps the next phases could go a little more smoothly.

‘Right. I’ve gotten much stronger after all.’

Not only did I possess powerful abilities and talents, but with the King of Dogs trait, I could even command the famed Cerberus and the solar wolves.

And if I could soon command a host of powerful priests…

Thinking this over, I felt a bit more at ease.

“But then again…”

Suddenly, Ju So-Yul’s sentence slowed down.

What now? More anxiety?

I looked at her with a gaze that screamed ‘enough already,’ but she didn’t seem fazed, instead staring back at me with a blank expression and muttering dryly.

“Let’s raise our divine power as much as we can here.”

My face reflexively grimaced.

Boosting divine power meant that I would have to do anything I could, not caring about methods, to attain a virtually paparazzi-like status.

That’s what was already defaulted in my head.

“Here? It won’t work. Hephaestus and the dwarfs already all know each other.”

At my gruff reply, one corner of Ju So-Yul’s mouth subtly lifted.

“Not exactly. New deities have arrived on the island.”

Following the direction Ju So-Yul pointed, I turned my gaze.

“Ah…”

That was all I managed to utter.

A charming little building peeked out from behind the forge, with large crude letters on its roof:

[Hephaestus’s Academy!]

[Exclusively for lower-tier gods, no admission for non-affiliated parties]

Sigh.

A long sigh escaped me.

An academy for the lowest-tier gods; it was clear what Ju So-Yul was thinking.

As if reading my thoughts, she added,

“Hephaestus built it himself to avoid the hassle of looking for part-time help at the forge.”

“Right. But what does that have to do with me?”

I feigned ignorance.

Please,

just please don’t spell it out.

But Ju So-Yul looked at me with a face that seemed to say, ‘Don’t bother trying,’ and continued,

“It’s an academy.”

“Yes.”

“And besides Hephaestus and the dwarfs, who is here?”

“…No one.”

“Then who’s going to teach these students?”

…I knew it would come to this.

“Stop playing dumb. The academy is short on instructors, specifically for swordsmanship.”

Her emphasis on each word made it clear, and as I watched Ju So-Yul’s lips, I sighed deeply.

* * *

Inside the tidy wooden building,

a colorful assortment of fledgling deities gathered in a classroom.

Standing before them was an unfamiliar man.

“…My name is Yoo Dam-Duk.”

Curious gazes pierced through Dam-Duk instantly.

‘So, this is how it ends up.’

I had demanded to know why would they build an academy without proper instructors, but Ju So-Yul hadn’t even flinched.

I had questioned my qualifications to teach since I questioned myself, being a lower deity, but it turned out, Hephaestus had already granted his permission.

There was no way out.

Moreover, it was true that I needed to raise my divine power.

‘I can’t just sit around while the sun chariot is being built.’

So, here I was.

The unexpected spectacle of a day-instructor drew considerable interest from the youngest god students.

One of the young deities, with hair made of leaves, raised a hand to ask,

“Which deity are you an instructor for?”

“I am a god of the sword.”

I replied confidently, but a wave of self-consciousness washed over me soon after.

The Sword Deity (劍神).

Though it sounded so impressive in my profile, verbally annunciating it made me feel oddly embarrassed.

With hair made of flames like Pyun-Ki the King of Dodgeball, another deity sneered,

“I’m also good with a sword, and there shouldn’t be much difference between us if you’re a lower deity, right?”

It was meant to be whispered to a peer, but it reached all the way up front.

A stone-like creature beside him, resembling a golem, slowly nodded, chiming in with Pyun-Ki’s words,

“Indeed. The sword can’t even scratch my body.”

“Right, isn’t it?” Pyun-Ki snickered, eyes on Dam-Duk.

The other student deities looked back and forth between Dam-Duk and Pyun-Ki with intrigued expressions.

However, Dam-Duk remained unfazed.

Instead, he quietly turned to the chalkboard and began to write down his thoughts on what a sword is.

I was here purely as an instructor.

The greatest factor in increasing divine power is awe.

Rather than direct combat, if I could simply impart my knowledge to these fledgling deities, inspiring awe…

“Look, he’s got nothing to say. Just like I told you, lower deities are no different from us~”

Snap!

The chalk of spirits held in Dam-Duk’s hands broke.

Slowly turning to face the student gods, Dam-Duk forced a smile and said,

“The true mastery of the sword comes with practice. Everyone, outside.”



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