The World I Was Supporting Was Real

Episode 11. God Starves to Death…

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[Genesis 1:1] One plain fact: The name of God is Igwogwoden.

[Gen 1:2] Second plain fact: The evidence that Igwogwoden is the only God is all laid out in the ‘donation history.’

[Gen 1:3] Third plain fact: If someone claims to be God, but their name is not Igwogwoden, they are a fraud worth tearing apart.

[Gen 1:4] These three plain facts are bundled together and referred to as ‘a plate of plain facts.’

[Gen 1:5] If one cannot comprehend the words of God even after consuming a plate, then from that point on, it is simply a matter of intelligence.

[Gen 1:6] Thus, Lord Igwogwoden infused ‘a plate of facts’ into ‘nothingness.’

[Gen 1:7] What was dark was named ‘darkness,’ and what was bright was bestowed the name ‘light,’ signifying the beginning of the world.

[Gen 1:8] A plate of facts became the earth, and another plate of facts became the sky.

[Gen 1:9] The vast sky and the broad expanse of the earth were pleasing to Lord Igwogwoden, who chuckled, ‘Hehe,’ which is the first sound of God.

―Igwogwoden, the capital of an empire with hundreds of years of history and the largest city on the continent.

A city named after the only God, it has never changed its name even once, despite undergoing various dominations through countless upheavals.

There, the largest cathedral with spires taller than the royal palace—Igwoogwoden Cathedral.

A place guarded by far stricter security than the Pope’s chamber, existing only in the cathedral: ‘The Saint’s Chamber.’

The only being allowed to enter there, Saint Erin, was repeatedly reading the first page of the book she always carried with her—the Bible.

Even though several days had passed since she received the divine calling, each reading felt fresh, never tiring her.

‘The more I read, the more each of Lord Igwogwoden’s sacred words sink into my mind, and I understand them so well…!!’

For Erin, the Bible was a form of murder.

It was a process of carving away her former self, who did not know the previous Lord Igwogwoden, and being reborn anew solely as Erin of Igwogwoden!

‘Ah… no matter how many times I read it, the plain facts of Lord Igwogwoden flow into my belly…’

Every time Erin read each line of Lord Igwogwoden’s words, she shivered.

Especially when the words of God reminding her not to forget she was a woman came to mind even more.

No…

If I keep accepting this, I… back to the time when I didn’t know Lord Igogodon…

‘I can never go back…!’

Erin, after enduring in the supreme happiness that follows the religious fulfillment bestowed by the doctrine for a long time, leaned back and let out a deep sigh.

Yes. This is the Bible.

The old world where false gods reigned was a wrong world. The world right now, where Lord Igogodon’s grace is pouring down, is the correct world.

Already chosen as a saint by Igogodon and impregnated with the truth of God, Erin could understand every single word of the Bible.

Except for one thing – the ‘donation history’.

What on earth is ‘donation history’?

She knew the word ‘history’, but no matter how much she read, she couldn’t understand what ‘donation’ was.

That word was the only area that even Erin, who was repeatedly reading the Bible filled with the plain facts of God, couldn’t understand.

‘It’s okay. Since I became a saint, there are many days left to listen to Lord Igogodon’s voice and spread his words.’

While she was immersed in the Bible, trembling with excitement and fully enjoying the presence of Lord Igogodon’s ‘truth’ inside her.

“Saint, I brought your meal.”

A priest who served the saint entered her room.

The saint’s room was a place where even the Pope could not step in carelessly. Except for Erin, the saint, only three high-ranking female priests with high divine power selected by the pope could step in here for a short while.

Today, it was Cecilia, the faithful servant of God who always served by the saint’s side, who came in.

“Thank you again today.”

“No, Saint.”

After receiving the meal, Erin looked at Cecilia.

A female priest meant a nun who served God.

But… the outfit Cecilia was wearing was far too vulgar to be called a nun’s attire.

From the nape of her neck to her chest was made of stocking-like material, and the curtain of her chest, which was too small to be called a top, exposed her side breasts and cleavage.

From the chest cover to the lower body, it was again made of stockings, and the skirt that covered her hips and buttocks was shamelessly revealing her navel and thighs.

—No.

Erin shook her head.

The evil common sense of the false world where she didn’t serve Lord Igogodon for a while ravaged Erin’s mind, but who was Erin?

Wasn’t she the one chosen by Lord Igogodon?

Erin’s mind quickly accepted the new era’s natural ‘common sense’.

That wasn’t a shameless outfit. Rather, it was a very fitting outfit for a nun.

So, as a saint, I give a compliment that would make the nun happy!

“Your divine power pouch is extraordinary today as well, Cecilia. It seems you are praying every day?”

Cecilia bowed her head humbly and said,

“Thank you, Saint. It’s all thanks to the prayers answered by Lord Igogodon.”

That’s right.

The most important thing to become a nun is not a sincere heart, reverence for God, or a desire to devote oneself to the people of the continent, but the divine power pouch, right?

This was also stated in the Bible.

“Lord Igogodon chose the woman with the largest chest to represent his will (Holy 3:8)

He said, ‘Your divine power pouch is cute, hehe,’ and thus she became the first saint (Holy 3:9)

The large divine power pouch of the saint was pleasing to Lord Igogodon, and this became the first virtue of a nun (Holy 3:10)”

I almost confused the most important content of the Bible ‘Holy Power Chronicle,’ which explains in detail how a woman’s chest became a divine power pouch.

It seems that despite receiving so much, I still lack the plain facts of Lord Igogodon.

‘I’m sorry, Lord Igogodon… As punishment for my confusion, I will read and reread the Bible tonight to be infused with plain facts…!’

Anyway, this is the new common sense of a new era.

The size of the divine power pouch determined her qualifications as a nun and how sincere her heart was towards God.

Naturally, nuns began to wear outfits that emphasized and revealed their divine power pouches more.

However, the saint was an exception. The saint’s ‘divine power pouch’ belongs only to her sole owner and the one true God, Lord Igogodon.

In fact, the saint’s attire was tight around the chest but not as blatantly revealing as the basic nun’s outfit.

“Yes. May Lord Igogodon’s plain facts be with Sister Cecilia.”

After sending Cecilia off, Erin took a bite of the bread she brought.

Delicious. It was delicious bread. Luxurious bread that she had never been able to eat during her days of starvation.

‘……’

Ironically, what flowed from Erin’s eyes as she chewed the bread were tears.

Not tears of regret, but tears of overwhelming gratitude and emotion.

Erin had never forgotten that the fundamental reason for the destruction of the false god and his descent was because of her.

The one who saved me from suffering in a false world.

The one who gave me hope and a reason to live after losing even my family.

Lord Igogodon, thank you. I will serve you for the rest of my life. I will never forget this grace.

Lord Igogodon… Thank you…!!

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Having read the entire comic, I was now naturally chatting one-on-one with the author in the chat room.

[ PleaseGiveMeMoney: How are you, Ikwoikwo? ]

[ PleaseGiveMeMoney: Is the world transformed by your donation of 100,000 won to your liking? ]

No…

Whether I liked it or not, I once again filled my empty glass with cold water and gulped it down.

[ Ikwoikwo: No… Is this even right??? ]

[ Ikwoikwo: What kind of Bible is this, and what’s with the nun outfit? LOL what is that? ]

[ Ikwoikwo: And didn’t I only say the first line of the Bible?? ]

[ PleaseGiveMeMoney: The word of God has life. ]

[ PleaseGiveMeMoney: It was born from the power of 100,000 won, naturally reflecting what Ikwoikwo would say. ]

[ PleaseGiveMeMoney: Rather, wouldn’t it be a bit difficult for you, Ikwoikwo, if I charged you for every line I created? It’s good for me, though… ]

That’s true, but…

Somehow, it felt like the world was going too far, and I was a bit worried.

[ PleaseGiveMeMoney: Perhaps you don’t like it? ]

[ Ikwoikwo: It’s not that, though ㅇㅇ; ]

There was no need to lose face even in an anonymous chat.

After all, it’s just a comic, right?

It was true that I enjoyed the abundant visuals.

‘Isn’t it okay to have a brain freeze in a world that isn’t real?’

I guess the author was feeling good about making 100,000 won from a comic that no one reads.

In reality, the latest episode had only one view! Just 1.

It’s a plain fact, but to me, the view count of this author’s comic was the most straightforward in the world.

[ PleaseGiveMeMoney: And today, especially for you, Ikwoikwo, who prefers breasts, I’ve brought over many scenes that emphasize the chest. ]

[ PleaseGiveMeMoney: Do you like the frequency? ]

[ Ikwoikwo: Yeah, I like it ㅇㅇ ]

[ Ikwoikwo: But… ]

Since I was already brain freezing… should I push it a bit more?

Honestly, everything was good, but there was just one thing I was personally a bit disappointed about.

It felt a bit awkward to bring it up, but if the author was accommodating enough to adjust to my tastes like this, wouldn’t they listen?

[ Donjomjuseyo: Please say anything, dear Ikwoikweon. ]

Sigh…

I scrolled up and admired Erin’s image once again, several times, before finally steeling myself and typing a message.

[Request : Erin]

[ Ikwoikweon : Could you make your chest a little bigger… ]

[ Donjomjuseyo : Are you asking if you’d like to increase Erin’s divine power pouch size? ]

No, that damn divine power pouch…

Just because I left one comment, they’re really milking this.

[ Ikwoikweon : Yep, yep ]

[Donjomjuseyo: I see. Could you specify how much you’d like? ]

Currently, Erin’s chest was just a bit smaller than her face.

Of course, this was already an enormous bust. A perfectly attractive, universally appealing size, you could say.

But me… I’m all about that “Jjimeokdan” life. A chest just a bit bigger than the head is the best!

[ Ikwoikweon : Jjimeok… ]

[ Donjomjuseyo: Do ​​you mean “the chest should be bigger than the head”? ]

[ Ikwoikweon : No, not huge… Just about the size of the head… and maybe just a little bigger. ]

A reader asking a manga artist to make a female character’s chest just slightly bigger than her head.

I’ve kind of expected it, but this is truly legendary.

Then again, maybe I’ve gotten too immersed in receiving VIP treatment here.

[ Donjomjuseyo : Hmm… It’s not impossible, but… ]

[Ikwoikweon: Is it a bit much? I’d be willing to donate if that helps. ]

[Ikwoikweon: How much do you need? ]

[ Donjomjuseyo: For the size you’re requesting, it would cost about 7,000 won. ]

The price was higher than expected, but still… 7,000 won isn’t too bad, right?

I’ve already spent over 100,000 won, so why stop now?

‘Oh, by the way… Erin didn’t beg for donations today, did she?’

She hadn’t asked for donations, and there was no mention in the artist’s notes, so naturally, the donation button wasn’t active.

I was thinking maybe I’d have to request a modification when, suddenly,

[ Donjomjuseyo: wwac.wo.to ＜＜ Please come to this link. ]

When I clicked on the new link the artist sent—

In the corner of the chat window, a chat room with the ‘Support’ button activated appeared.

‘Wow, did this exist?’

I felt a sense of incongruity at how conveniently everything was falling into place, but it was only for a moment.

―Perhaps.

If I had paid attention to the sense of incongruity I felt at that moment, would a different story have unfolded?

But at that time, I was just excited about the thought of being able to enlarge Erin’s chest.

[ Igwogwodon: (Support / 7,000 won / The divine power pouch must be bigger than the head…. If it’s smaller than the head, the god will starve to death…. ) ]

[Igwogwodon: I even wrote a support message lol]

[ GiveMeMoney: Thank you, Igwogwodon! I will immediately use the power of 7,000 won on Erin’s ‘divine power pouch’! Please look forward to a more divine Erin! ]

From that day on, regardless of whether I began for support or not, I could donate whenever I wanted and enjoy reading the manga.

The sunk cost was gradually increasing, but seeing Erin happy made me happy too.

―I donated 100,000 won, so I won’t have to make a big donation for a while, right?

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A few days later.

I had no choice but to abandon that thought.