The World I Was Supporting Was Real

Episode 10. The Weight of 100,000

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“Wa, wait a minute…! The Igogodon Cathedral…? What, what are you talking about…? That’s not right? It had a different name… right…? But why… ???”

“What nonsense has this woman been spouting since earlier?!”

The high priest, who had been bowing to Lumina just a while ago, now spoke to Erin with utmost respect.

“What shall we do, Saint? We can drag her to the guillotine and execute her on the spot without a trial for daring to harm you.”

“……”

Instead of answering, Erin closed her eyes once and then slowly walked to where Lumina lay.

“Sister Lumina. Are you denying that God’s name is ‘Igogodon’?”

“Of course! God does not have such an absurd name!”

As the guard tried to aim his spear again, Erin stopped him with her hand and asked.

“In that case, could you tell us God’s name? The God you serve.”

“Th, that’s… I told you earlier. It’s not difficult. God’s name is――”

God’s name.

That name is…

‘Huh…?’

…What was that?

‘No, no. You knew it just a moment ago. You were holding the Bible with His words written in it…’

――Huh?

Suddenly, tears welled up in Lumina’s eyes.

Injustice.

When a person experiences extreme injustice, their tear glands are stimulated without them even realizing it.

The reason is unknown. Perhaps it was how God created us.

Yes. God. …A God we don’t even know!

“Can’t you speak?”

“Wait a moment… suddenly, I can’t remember…”

“Until just a while ago, you were so quick to mention it with those lips of yours, weren’t you? The name of a meaningless being, not even a god.”

“Meaningless… Watch your words! Are you blaspheming God?!”

“When you say God, you must be referring to the one and only Igogodon, right?”

At those words, Lumina shouted loudly.

She was so aggrieved that it wasn’t hard to read the emotion of resentment in her voice.

“Don’t say such ridiculous things! Even the name of this city—”

“The capital city, Igogodon.”

“…What?”

That’s right. The name of this city… The capital of the empire, Igogodon.

…Huh? Isn’t that right? Wasn’t that always the name? Right?

Lumina felt a splitting pain in her head.

She already knew that the name of this city was Igogodon!

But why did I bring up something as meaningless as the name of the city out of nowhere? Why?

No, it’s not out of nowhere! Because the name of this city is derived from God… Huh?

“It’s a place named after God’s name. Is there a problem with that?”

“No… I, that, that is…”

“Lumina.”

Erin slowly approached Lumina.

And then, looking down at her with eyes full of compassion…spoke in a very gentle voice.

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“How pitiful… You seem to be very confused, having been deceived by a false god.”

“Ah, uh, that, that is…”

“I do not blame you, Lumina. I could impose a much harsher punishment… but I won’t. After all, you will pay the price for believing in a false god in every moment of your life. The price for causing a disturbance is sufficient as it is.”

“But, Saintess! This woman dared to touch your noble body, which no one should ever lay a hand on—”

“It’s alright. Didn’t Mr. Igogodon say so?”

Erin said with an elegant smile to the guard who was glaring at Lumina.

“Even those whose eyes are clouded and do not believe in the true god, or those who are pitifully deluded by a false god and hold vain beliefs… should be given a plate of facts.”

“Saintess…!!”

As the guard was moved, the Pope naturally added a word.

“The words of Genesis 13:5, ‘A plate of facts. Whether this or that, the god is me, and the unbelievers will burn in the flames of karma before they even reach heaven. Without sincere faith in me, they will disappear. Without even being able to breathe The time it takes for the soul to burn and perish is less than two minutes.’… The great Mr. Igogodon used to generously share plates full of plain facts with even the unbelievers who constantly slandered him. . In the current Saintess, this old man often witnesses the grace that Mr. Igogodon bestowed.”

“As expected of the Saintess…!”

“Long live Saintess Erin!”

Hearing the Pope’s explanation, the guards bowed their heads and paid homage to the being who seemed to embody compassion in human form.

“If it is the Saintess’s will, then so be it.”

“Then, let’s go back. The Pope must have been very surprised, but you can calm down. I am unharmed.”

“Understood. This way, Saintess.”

As Erin followed the Pope… she closed her eyes and thought of the being who made her a saint.

Ah… No.

Just thinking of him… makes my stomach tingle, and I realize so deeply that he exists within me…

‘Haa…♥ Mr. Igogodon…♥’

Such a bold thought came to her.

Even in her ears, it had been ringing continuously from earlier.

It was the fanfare celebrating Erin becoming a saint, and the infinitely deep grace of Mr. Igogodon praising her.

A sentence similar to what she had heard before. A message full of Mr. Igogodon’s love, wrapping around and protecting her.

Like the sound of a clock tower, ding, ding… it echoed in her mind.

Long live the 100,000 won donation!

The false god was shattered by Mr. Igogodon!

Long live the 100,000 won donation!

The true god, Mr. Igogodon, whisper sweetly!

Erin chu-chu is the best!

Erin Chuchu, hooray! Divine power pouch, hooray!

! ! ! Hooray for the 100,000 won sponsorship! ! !

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Hooray for the 100,000 won sponsorship.

Hooray for Erin ChuChu! Hooray for the Holy Power Pouch!

! ! ! Hooray for the 100,000 won sponsorship! ! !

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Hooray for the 100,000 won sponsorship.

As if possessed by something, I couldn’t take my eyes off the last cut for a long time, and finally realized that I was breathing…

I let out a word, literally.

It wasn’t something I said because I wanted to, but a feeling of losing a sentence that was in my brain.

“…Wow.”

I lost.

This overwhelming sense of defeat. I admit it. I felt a wall with the author.

A wall that I could never even hope to reach!

Well, I did sponsor 100,000 won. It’s not a small amount of money to sponsor a comic that no one else is watching.

Even when I sponsored 10,000 won, I made a big fuss and brought down a spear of light from the sky, so I thought something bigger would come for 100,000 won. I thought the author, who is great at overdoing things, would draw something amazing, and that was true.

But… isn’t there a range of expectations?

My expectation was this. Last time, a spear of light came from the sky, so this time, the sky would open and ‘messengers of God’ would appear one by one.

They would be wearing very holy uniforms, slowly descending the stairs from the sky… and save the true saint Erin, who was despised as a false saint.

If they said something like ‘We are the apostles of the one true God Igogodon,’ it would be perfect.

The extras like Lumina or whatever would be cut off there. Instead, Lumina, who framed the true saint Erin, would be handed over to the Inquisition and burned at the stake, and the Pope, who watched all this, would recognize Erin, chosen by the messengers of God, as the true saint.. .

I thought it would be something like that.

Even this would have been enough to satisfy me. It would have been enough to repay my feelings of ‘How dare you mess with my Erin?’

And even if it was just that, I would have been satisfied, leaving comments like ‘Wow, Igogodon~~ Delicious, delicious~ Worth the money spent~~’

Whatever happened, it would have treated my sponsorship as something great like ‘messengers of God.’

But who would have thought history would change.

Who would have known that the Bible would be rewritten, and history would change because of it!

The first line of the Bible was ridiculous. A brand fact, this nonsense.

If I had known it would be the first verse written in the Bible, I wouldn’t have said it so casually!

Moreover, because the first verse was like that, ‘God’s bland fact’ became a popular phrase in this world.

Religious people following the words of the Bible… Just looking at the sentence, there was nothing strange about it.

‘Didn’t they say to share a plate of facts…’

The word ‘Holy Power Pouch’ also seemed a bit strange, and just when I thought that, I remembered a message the author sent me.

The words of the deity were the words of God, so just a single line was enough to bring forth life.

‘Was that what it roughly meant?’

And Erin’s art style.

I can’t just skip over this.

This woman… has blatantly become erotic.

After a scene where she suddenly talks about conceiving my truth or whatever, the atmosphere has become so suggestively s*xual that I can’t even tell if she’s a holy maiden or a sensual maiden.

There’s a cut where she looks at me on the screen, blushing deeply, and flicks her tongue slightly, or where she proudly strokes her large breasts with her hand…

Even her nun’s habit suddenly feels tighter and more form-fitting.

‘Hah…’

I thought I was pretty good at immersing myself in things.

But, as they say, when you look up, there’s always someone at a higher level than you.

Just as I was admiring the plot the author had unfolded…

‘No way.’

Suddenly.

Out of nowhere, I wanted to check the previous episode.

Without hesitation, I went back and checked it.

Nothing had changed. Erin had begun her journey to become the holy maiden, expressing gratitude for my support.

The scene where she proudly flaunted her overwhelming divine baby bump, filled with holy power, was still very much alive.

However, something had changed—the name of God.

The word “Ophelaishel,” which had been presumed to be the name of the deity in this world, was now crudely scratched out as if someone had taken a black marker and crossed it out.

‘Wow… Did they really go back and edit all the previous episodes?’

Does this mean that, because I altered history, Ophelaishel has now become something that never even existed?

Well, I mean… The quality of the reward is good, so I’m definitely happy with it, but… Is this really necessary?

I mean, it’s fine for me, but now anyone new coming into this manga is probably going to be really confused about what all this mess is.

In reality, since it’s become my personal comic with one view, it’s not really that important of a concern.

‘But it’s not my problem. The author will handle it.’

In today’s episode, there was no begging for support.

Seeing that the support button wasn’t activated, I wondered if Erin was sticking to the concept of not praying after all.

‘Hah. That was fun.’

Anyway, it was truly an experience where dopamine surged through my brain after a long time.

I was able to wrap up the day with a satisfied expression.

‘……’

Of course, I did search for ‘big breasts’ on the art site again because of Erin’s artwork I saw today.

So, should I indulge a bit… and have some time alone?

I spent such a mundane day.

“The words of Lord Igwogwoden are the words of God; a single line is enough to gain vitality.”

The true meaning of that sentence was far more immense than I had anticipated.